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Rebounding from a break up.
She smiled, "But I really like being with you; being near you... And I really just wanna hear you come again."
I grinned, my semi-drunken state making my brain swirl with memories of the other morning. "I couldn't have said it better, myself."
She dragged me into, what I assumed was, the guest bedroom by my head, backing her way in and kissing me while she pulled me toward her. I ripped off my shirt and tossed it away, immediately going for hers. The stereo was on in the room: metallic, thumping music throbbed inside us like a pulse. She shoved me onto the bed and undid my jeans, pulling them off and throwing them on the floor, then quickly tying her hair back and jumping on top of me.
She was very animal; ravenous and hot, clawing me up to her and sinking her teeth into my neck and shoulders, then pushing me back down into the mattress and closing her mouth on mine. I whimpered beneath her, pleading without words for her to leave my neck alone and seek something lower. "Scoot down off those pillows," she growled, her voice as rough as her hands while she pulled me toward her by my hips. She slid off the bed and knelt between my legs, breathing against the fabric of my white boy shorts.
I shivered. She may as well have opened the flood gates.
She hooked her fingers in the fabric over my crotch and pulled it out away from me, barely brushing her fingers over my labia. I gasped and jerked my hips away from her. She was working magic with light touches that night. "Oh good," she rasped, removing her hand from between my legs and finally sliding my panties off.
"What's good?" I smiled, watching her take off her jeans and toss them on the end of the bed, then oh, so slowly sliding her panties over her hips and down her legs, kicking them off her left foot. She grinned at me and licked her lips, holding up six fingers. "Six?" I giggled, a little confused. Then she held up nine fingers, tilting her head at me. "Nine," I said, staring at her.
"Six and nine?" I repeated, still not catching on.
"Six and nine," she said, nodding again and stepping toward the bed, running her fingers up and down my legs.
"Okay?" I sighed.
Then she spun around and sat on the edge of the bed, scooting back a little more and a little more until she was up, sitting even with my shoulders. I finally registered what she had meant when she motioned that she was going to put her legs over my shoulders, face away from me and present herself to me.
"Ohhh," I laughed. "That's hot."
"We'll see how hot it is," she sighed, leaning forward on all fours and slinging one of her long legs over me, following it with the corresponding hand and breathing a little harder. I breathed into her and she shivered a little, giggling, "You know me too well."
I reached up and grabbed onto her hips, pulling them down to meet my mouth. She moaned a little, arching her back so I had better access to her. Drunk and giddy, I was ready to please her.
"Oooh," she purred, lifting her hips quickly. "You seem a little eager."
I ran my nails down her sides and she drew a sharp breath. "Like you don't want it with my mouth this close to you? I can see you quivering."
And she was. Those smooth, tan thighs were twitching with every little brush of my fingers and her lips were beginning to glisten right in front of me. Meanwhile, I could feel her tracing little circles on my hips and the insides of my thighs, purposely avoiding what I wanted her to touch the most.
I ran my index finger around her labia lightly and she took a shallow breath, lowering her hips again, but I kept teasing her with my finger, pushing it between her lips and wiggling it inside her. My hand was coated with her juices quickly and she started rotating the base of her palm against my clit, sending hot shocks up into my chest and making me buck my hips. A yelp escaped me and I heard her laugh, "You like it a little rough, don't you?"
"Not rough," I panted, thumbing her clit while I spoke. "Just hard."
Concentrating on her wa