Emo Love(Current Rating 70/100, based on 1 votes)
His straight, black hair. His green, hypnotizing eyes. His sun-kissed, smooth skin. I didn't know his name but it was every biology class that I would stare. I call him 'The Quiet One'.
I had been the conclusion of the last bio class of the year, when The Quiet One spoke to me. He said he wanted to talk to me. My heart melted down my ribs as his soft, cigarette breath brushed across my lips. Oh, I would talk to him about anything.. But why so sudden?
It was 9 at night and I was standing outside the small cafe, where we planned to meet, with a fag one my hand and a coffee in the other, when I saw him cross the street. He wore black, tight jeans and a long red hoody with red Conny's, like mine. He walked with his head down on the still damp road from the rain that occurred the night before. The mist that hung in the air, deformed into swirls as he broke their structure.
I wanted to know why he was so suddenly keen on meeting me on the corner. With a low murmur, he leaned in, close to my face, yet not touching it - his green eyes burned through mine, his mouth barely opening - he told me something I thought I would never hear: "I want you. Now."... Immediately, like a role of film, pictures flashed through my head. One, of him gently licking my neck, his warm breath making my pussy tighten as I steadied myself on his shoulders. Another, of us together in a dark, quiet room, fucking each other for hours - He would sit on the bed and lean against the wall as I would place myself on his dick, and I slowly let him in, inch by inch, he would hold my hips tighter and I would dig my nails into his sweaty back. He would rest his head back on the wall and release a sigh of pleasure as a bead of sweat would form at my neck and drip down the middle of my back...
I didn't know what to say at this point - I was speechless. He understood I was in for it and there was no need for any more dialogue. So, he took my hand and led me to his car. The ride (in his car) was intense. I was sure I would leave a patch of my juices on the seat - his jawline, his lips, his hair, the quiet of the day and the low purr of the car wasn't helping.. he was resting one hand on the wheel and with the other, from what I saw, trying to hide his boner from my view, hoping he wouldn't come off too keen.
The trip was about 8 minutes, but seemed to take hours... He let us into his house. It was dark with hints of light through the windows. It smelled of cigarettes and vodka - I liked that. He led me to his room: the walls were coloured a deep red, the black sheets on his double bed were thin and messy - I wanted his dick inside of me so badly... deep... wet... waiting...
He took his shoes and shirt off, before beginning to undo his thick belt. He unbuckled it slowly and as his hands moved, the muscles of his armed followed different directions and his subtle abs made me clench my fist.
He finished to undress - his dick was hard and pointing toward my wet, pussy. He stood close to me, and I could feel him through my jeans. He took my singlet off and undid my bra. He lowered his head, and with very slow movements, opened his mouth and held it an inch from mine. He gently licked my bottom lip - a small lick, enough to get my nipples hard and my wetness flowing. He slowly wrapped his hands around my hips while kissing me harder - I knew he was gonna be rough.
He the rest of my clothes off and led me to his bed. Pillows supported my upper body while he lay on top of me. His body was warm, but trembling. He kissed me hard, then worked his was down, licking each body part gently... jaw... neck... breast... belly button... and finally, my throbbing, wet pussy. He spread my legs and kissed the inside of my thighs, teasing my silently with his tongue then reached my wetness. With his finger, he split my folds apart to reveal the warm juice and with the tip of his tongue, he licked one, long lick from my hole up to my slit. He flicked his tongue gently against my clit and then slid a finger into me - I was loose and let out a sigh, opening my legs wider. I wanted to fuck him so badly but I didn't want him to stop.
He then began to push his tongue in and out of me, and let his hands wrap around my thighs as he pulled me closer, in need for more. His tongue began to move faster and rougher and my breathing was becoming loud and out of control. I arched my back and the second before I was going to cum, he pinched my clit, hard with his lips, making my release harder and more intense. He licked my pussy clean then looked up at me. I smiled in approval but neither of us were satisfied.
He pulled himself back up onto me and I then feel his knob brushing against my vagina. I placed my hands on his back, where the muscles flexed as his arms supported him, and dug my nails into them, indicating exactly what I wanted. He sat up and took hold of his dick, guiding it to hole. He pushed himself in and as he did this, his stomach flexed as he rolled his head back in relief. He stayed in this sitting up kind of position and placed his hands on my hip bones. He squeezed tightly as he ran is dick in and out of me, slowly and seductively. His grip became tighter and the pace quickened - the rhythm was fast and perfect. My tits swayed across my hips with every penetration. Suddenly, he pulled me up causing his dick to come out - big and wet with my juices. He lifted me and sat me on the edge of his table, roughly spreading my legs to the 'leg lock' position. He stood in front of me and lined his dick with my pussy, shoving it in, fast, the way I wanted it. His green eyes
met mine as he looked down at me. His hand slithered to the small of my back to keep the pace in sync. His entire desk was going to collapse!
A long, low sigh escaped his throat as he closed his eyes. He picked me up with surprisingly great strength, his dick still inside of me, and walked back to his bed. He sat against the wall, on his bed, and I sat on top of him - like I imagined before. His dick did not escape my tightness as he he grabbed my ass with both hands and moved me faster, rougher.. he leaned up a bit and I could hear the sound of the sweat on our stomachs, rubbing together. I leaned back a bit and we both could not hold him the loud breaths or the moans. He said, with a low but breathless voice "I'm coming, I'm coming.." And with one last push inside of me, the warmth of his cum, spread throughout my body, my pussy burned and his grip was tight. We both came for about 10 seconds.
The grip he had on my ass loosened and we stayed in the same position for another few minutes. We caught our breath and he began gently kissing my lips. I kissed back, and for all I knew, I could defiantly go again.. and again... and again and keep on fucking with him... so much for "The Quiet One"...