[ being lead along with kisses was something miwako was more than happy to engage in, though once he fell back she couldn't help but breathe out a small laugh between kisses.
with mista underneath her, she began to adjust herself on top of him, straddling the other with a bite of her bottom lip as his kisses began to trail along her skin. ]
... You have really good instincts Mista, I don't know what you were worried about...
[ even as she says as much there was that involuntary grind against mista, her hands gently pressing into his skin. ]
[ He didn't want to pull away from her more, not even to answer so the words that came out were muffled at best but still audible. ]
...I'm not usually like this...it's...
[ Even that much seemed like too much when he felt her legs straddling him, that grind pulling a shiver down his spine as he kissed down over her throat. A soft groan against her skin as he returned that little action, tongue brushing the surface of her skin. ]
...shit, that's good...
[ The grind, her hot little hands, everything was good. ]
[ his tongue over her skin was enough to illicit a soft cry as she felt that tickle run down her body, cheeks heated as she moved now to caress and cradle his head close with a kiss ]
Mista... if you're ready... I'm ready for you...
[ breathing out as much her hips roll against him, feeling his erection between her legs making her work against him that much more as she bites down on her lower lip ]
[ Oh shit, she was ready? Was he ready? He wasn't even sure if that part of him that was desperate and hungry didn't care, this was as ready as he was ever going to get. The question of clothing gave him pause, not sure that he really knew how to take things off without disrupting the natural flow of what they were doing.
He didn't dwell on it for long at all, reaching up to tug at the top of her panties. Nervous as he was he wanted so much, the strain taking it toll as he tried not to rip the fabric that he held between his fingers. ]
Nnn...I'm ready...I...help me get all of this off...I...
[ It wasn't as if she had much on and he had even less, his free hand pushing down on his waistband in an attempt to give himself some relief. Even if he was asking for help, almost pleading with her from his spot between her legs, his hold on her underwear was tightening with that telltale sound of a rip. ]
No, it's okay, don't worry about it... it happens.
[ that soft assurance as she'd pulled off the sheer covering she had to toss aside and work on getting that little lacy bra off.
after she took care of those things she shifted some, helping mista with his pants ]
I know this isn't ideal for you... but I hope this can be as special for you as it is for Miwako. Everything about you is so amazing, and I feel so lucky to be with someone like you Mista.
[ He was absolutely breathless, words caught in his throat as she'd removed the rest of her clothes. Since meeting her he'd tried not to look at her like this, like a woman with tits and needs; he'd just wanted to protect her and it almost felt like a betrayal to his more nobler senses.
He couldn't help it, tearing through the rest of that fabric before pulling them away to haphazardly throw them on the floor. His pants weren't much of a struggle after that, Mista finally kicking them off after they'd managed to get them below his hips. The feeling of freedom was overtaken by that searing heat that rolled through him as his arousal settled perfectly in that spot between her cheeks.
Holy shit. Holy shit! This was really happening, wasn't it? His hands settled at her hips for a moment, taking a shallow breath as he took a moment to appreciate how she looked right now. ]
No, no, it's fine, I...holy shit, were you always this hot?
[ CHRIST. That was not what he'd meant to say, eyes going wide as he floundered for words. Maybe it was better if he didn't talk, fingers pulling up over her sides to bring her down and nestle his face in that perfect space between her breasts. It wasn't just an attempt to hide how flushed he was, how much desire was behind his eyes, but the chance for him to line that delicate skin with hot little kisses. He knew this wasn't it, he still had to make an entrance but there was that little involuntary roll of his hips again. For a second he was afraid that the friction of her skin against his dick was going to push him over the edge, thoughts wandering as he began to feel that slick between her legs make contact with his belly.
He knew he was ready now, heart thumping wildly in his chest as he continued to kiss along the center of her breasts. She was the one that needed to make the next move, her comfort level more of a concern than his own burning need. ]
I told you don't need to worry... I have so many...
[ that feeling of his arousal settling where it was wasn't behind miwako, it was enough to cause her to rub up against it a little. her eyes closing for a moment only for them to open again when he spoke.
it was enough to get that colour to deep in her cheeks, smiling as he'd buried his face between her breasts. miwako's hands coming up so that her fingers could brush through his hair adoringly and to hold him tenderly ]
It's okay if that's what you're thinking... please don't stop talking because you're embarrassed, I want to hear your voice...
[ the light pleading, her eyes fluttering shut over the feeling of those hot little kisses and his hips rolling again causing that heat between her legs to grow that much more intense.
she didn't know the last time she felt this strongly, being so aware of how wet she had gotten just from the anticipation alone. taking the initiative now she shifted and reached between them to get ahold of his cock to line up against her entrance. the biting down on her lip she began to lower her hips, making sure his tip made it in before her hands settled onto his shoulders.
just this much was too much to bear, hips lowering more to take more of his arousal in with a moan ]
Mista... you feel so great... it's okay if you need to move too you know...
[ Holy shit, holy fucking shit. It's not like he didn't know what to expect, he might have been inexperienced when it came to sex but he certainly knew how it was supposed to work. The feel of her hand was jarring at first, Mista sucking in a breath which had the added benefit of catching her intoxicating scent.
The truth was that he was afraid to move, that sudden and irrational fear that he was going to lose control too soon. He couldn't believe that this was happening and that it felt so good, groaning as she took him in even more. His heart felt like it might stop for a moment, only for it to begin rapidly thumping in his chest again. He knew that his face was still red, that he could feel those beads of sweat forming on his face as it continued to press into the skin between her breasts. He would have been fine if he could stay there like that, but there was so much more that he would have missed. Kissing, seeing her face...those were all things that he wanted to do right along with the rest of it.
First the tentative roll of his hips, shiver going up his spine as he relished in that wet warmth inside her. There was no way that he could stop with one, hips shifting back before he pressed forward again. Only then did he feel like he could pull his face away, kissing over the delicate skin on the side of her tits as he let his hands drift to her hips. Everything else was a mumble as he trailed his lips up to her throat, breath already more ragged than he meant for it to be. ]
Jesus...fuck...you're so fucking hot...
[ Eloquence, as always. He meant it, though, both in the literal and figurative sense. He wanted to touch everything, feel everything, that need manifesting as a whine rolling up from the back of his throat. ]
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with mista underneath her, she began to adjust herself on top of him, straddling the other with a bite of her bottom lip as his kisses began to trail along her skin. ]
... You have really good instincts Mista, I don't know what you were worried about...
[ even as she says as much there was that involuntary grind against mista, her hands gently pressing into his skin. ]
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...I'm not usually like this...it's...
[ Even that much seemed like too much when he felt her legs straddling him, that grind pulling a shiver down his spine as he kissed down over her throat. A soft groan against her skin as he returned that little action, tongue brushing the surface of her skin. ]
...shit, that's good...
[ The grind, her hot little hands, everything was good. ]
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Mista... if you're ready... I'm ready for you...
[ breathing out as much her hips roll against him, feeling his erection between her legs making her work against him that much more as she bites down on her lower lip ]
You don't have to hold back at all...
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He didn't dwell on it for long at all, reaching up to tug at the top of her panties. Nervous as he was he wanted so much, the strain taking it toll as he tried not to rip the fabric that he held between his fingers. ]
Nnn...I'm ready...I...help me get all of this off...I...
[ It wasn't as if she had much on and he had even less, his free hand pushing down on his waistband in an attempt to give himself some relief. Even if he was asking for help, almost pleading with her from his spot between her legs, his hold on her underwear was tightening with that telltale sound of a rip. ]
...fuck, sorry...
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[ that soft assurance as she'd pulled off the sheer covering she had to toss aside and work on getting that little lacy bra off.
after she took care of those things she shifted some, helping mista with his pants ]
I know this isn't ideal for you... but I hope this can be as special for you as it is for Miwako. Everything about you is so amazing, and I feel so lucky to be with someone like you Mista.
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[ He was absolutely breathless, words caught in his throat as she'd removed the rest of her clothes. Since meeting her he'd tried not to look at her like this, like a woman with tits and needs; he'd just wanted to protect her and it almost felt like a betrayal to his more nobler senses.
He couldn't help it, tearing through the rest of that fabric before pulling them away to haphazardly throw them on the floor. His pants weren't much of a struggle after that, Mista finally kicking them off after they'd managed to get them below his hips. The feeling of freedom was overtaken by that searing heat that rolled through him as his arousal settled perfectly in that spot between her cheeks.
Holy shit. Holy shit! This was really happening, wasn't it? His hands settled at her hips for a moment, taking a shallow breath as he took a moment to appreciate how she looked right now. ]
No, no, it's fine, I...holy shit, were you always this hot?
[ CHRIST. That was not what he'd meant to say, eyes going wide as he floundered for words. Maybe it was better if he didn't talk, fingers pulling up over her sides to bring her down and nestle his face in that perfect space between her breasts. It wasn't just an attempt to hide how flushed he was, how much desire was behind his eyes, but the chance for him to line that delicate skin with hot little kisses. He knew this wasn't it, he still had to make an entrance but there was that little involuntary roll of his hips again. For a second he was afraid that the friction of her skin against his dick was going to push him over the edge, thoughts wandering as he began to feel that slick between her legs make contact with his belly.
He knew he was ready now, heart thumping wildly in his chest as he continued to kiss along the center of her breasts. She was the one that needed to make the next move, her comfort level more of a concern than his own burning need. ]
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[ that feeling of his arousal settling where it was wasn't behind miwako, it was enough to cause her to rub up against it a little. her eyes closing for a moment only for them to open again when he spoke.
it was enough to get that colour to deep in her cheeks, smiling as he'd buried his face between her breasts. miwako's hands coming up so that her fingers could brush through his hair adoringly and to hold him tenderly ]
It's okay if that's what you're thinking... please don't stop talking because you're embarrassed, I want to hear your voice...
[ the light pleading, her eyes fluttering shut over the feeling of those hot little kisses and his hips rolling again causing that heat between her legs to grow that much more intense.
she didn't know the last time she felt this strongly, being so aware of how wet she had gotten just from the anticipation alone. taking the initiative now she shifted and reached between them to get ahold of his cock to line up against her entrance. the biting down on her lip she began to lower her hips, making sure his tip made it in before her hands settled onto his shoulders.
just this much was too much to bear, hips lowering more to take more of his arousal in with a moan ]
Mista... you feel so great... it's okay if you need to move too you know...
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The truth was that he was afraid to move, that sudden and irrational fear that he was going to lose control too soon. He couldn't believe that this was happening and that it felt so good, groaning as she took him in even more. His heart felt like it might stop for a moment, only for it to begin rapidly thumping in his chest again. He knew that his face was still red, that he could feel those beads of sweat forming on his face as it continued to press into the skin between her breasts. He would have been fine if he could stay there like that, but there was so much more that he would have missed. Kissing, seeing her face...those were all things that he wanted to do right along with the rest of it.
First the tentative roll of his hips, shiver going up his spine as he relished in that wet warmth inside her. There was no way that he could stop with one, hips shifting back before he pressed forward again. Only then did he feel like he could pull his face away, kissing over the delicate skin on the side of her tits as he let his hands drift to her hips. Everything else was a mumble as he trailed his lips up to her throat, breath already more ragged than he meant for it to be. ]
Jesus...fuck...you're so fucking hot...
[ Eloquence, as always. He meant it, though, both in the literal and figurative sense. He wanted to touch everything, feel everything, that need manifesting as a whine rolling up from the back of his throat. ]