It's Storytime.

He felt the chocolaty cum velvety taste of the cheap Rubis Wine in the close recesses of his throat. The sun warmed up his closed eyelashes, seemingly transferring all the positive energy he needed for the week into his tired body. Lying face up in the deep end of his uncle’s pool, he felt the sudden urge to yell. Like a primal beast, his blood throbbed as if it boiled. He felt a shadow fall over his face. And a giggle. The giggle.

Um, I’m sorry.

Huh. For what? She straddled him and placed both hands on his chest. You look so adorable when you apologize.

Er, *ahem*, You Welcome?

OK.

He made as if to say something else, but she placed her middle finger on his lips.

He wrapped his fingers wrapped around her waist, one hand slowly tickling the left side as the other played with the zipper on the right. His left hand travels higher, long fingers brushing up against the underside of her breast. His eyes never leave her's. There is so much written there, and he finds himself enamored in the moment, he finds himself controlled. His left index drew tiny circles around the peaks of her chest, the sensations sending electricity to her core in short spasms. She felt hot fluid pool inside her essence. He had never mattered more.
You’re staring, and you want to make you kiss you.

Yes. Is that bad?

She giggled. But its cheating, shey you know?

She took her hands and traced the outline of his face, grabbed his and shared her sensual energy with his body. No one said a word, eyes stayed locked, she almost quivered as his hands went further.

He seemed mesmerized by her very presence and she felt the power of his veneration in the restrictive abode of his folded up jeans. She couldn't help but smile in the face of the long journey ahead.

His fingers found her core, she swore she would drown.

She threw her head back as his lips caressed her throat, soft kisses enticed and satisfied temporarily. She felt the buttons of her shirt come undone, she felt the cold air touch her naked skin and she laughed.
He looked up in question.

“It tickles” She whispered and he smiled in return.

A smile full of explicit intentions, a smile she adored. He was clearly besotted with her. His eyes spoke so much, so much she couldn’t decipher. She was sure he himself couldn’t decipher some of the words in his own head. Like she too, couldn’t decipher why she wanted, needed to kiss him so badly. Fucking hell, she had predicted it. Herself.
How much of this do you want? At last, he didn’t hesitate when he talked.

As much as you want to give me?

He searched her contact’s covered eyes, and he had his answer. Filled with trust and desire. Are you certain?
“Don’t worry”, she said, touching the sharp peak of his upper lip with he finger tip, “I’m not that kind of tease”.
Slowly, she bent down and tasted his lips. Lightly, tracing the curve of his smile with the tip of her tongue, probing gently, asking for more with every flick of her tongue. With a broken breath, he gave his mouth to her. The warmth seemed to create a kind of ethereal hunger deep in her stomach. She took his mouth with such savage hunger, she was subconsciously worried she would draw blood… But that thought was as fuzzy as her already mushy brain…

Which wasn’t surprising when she found out that her shirt was already open. The tips of her breasts hardened as they brushed against his seemingly inflamed chest. Instantly, the kiss changed. Becoming hard, deep and urgent. A savage mating of mouths that was almost violent. And she was with him all the way, demanding and giving equally, inciting him even more. Finally, he managed to end the kiss.

He looked drunk. She looked stoned. She tried to manage a weak smile.

He sighed.

Are you okay? She asked, genuinely worried. Did I hurt you?

“Ha”. He laughed. A deep throaty laugh. “No”. Or Yes? Maybe? I’d wanted to take you even before I met you. He stared into her eyes. They were hot, smoldering, just as her kiss had been. Their kiss?

“I’m not fighting you”.

“Maybe you should”. His hands stroked her laps, dangerously close to her core, making her realize how much he was not lying. A small tremor rocked her body. That, did absolutely nothing to calm the storm raging in his loins.

“Well, I hate you right now”, she said coyly, at least, you make me violently female.

That’s… Bad?

“Shut Up”.

“If I don’t get into my pockets now, I never will”. Smiling, she dipped her hands into his back pockets, grabbing his ass and pulling out the condom.

I Love You, Um, not romantically of course. You know?

She touched his already stiff maleness gently, slowly.

Arrrgh. I know. I’m a bad liar. But, I’m not going to be lying if I ask you to hold my shoulders or you’ll drown.
In a flash, he pulled her into the pool, and vanished underwater. Her knees buckled as she felt the warm sting of his teeth on her belly, and the wild heat of his mouth between her legs. He held her suspended between his hands and his consuming mouth, burning her despite the water swirling around her. The water around her thighs seethed and boiled as the world turned dizzily around her. When all became still, she fond herself astride him, her mouth desperately looking for his mouth. She tried to call him name, but all that came out was a broken sound… He curled his left hand around her hips, and caressed her body like he was caressing her mouth until he held her sex in his palm. She gasped as he inserted one finger into her.

She went still.

Then she started rocking against his finger, her nails digging into the small of his back. Swiftly, he doubled his presence inside her, stretching her, preparing her. Caressing her. He sucked on the lobe of her ear, and gently whispered, “I thought you said it’s cock or nothing”.

Her reply was a low moan. A shiver ran through her as a gust of cold wind blew against her already hardened nipples.

“I like the sounds you make”.

“Stop copying me, that’s my line.” Her voic was low. Almost unreal. She wondered if it was her’s.

“Put it in me”.

“Now.”

She fumbled with the thin, slippery foil that was protection. The fact that her hands were shaking made her job harder. Finally, she got her revenge by taking her time to put it on, fussing and slowly caressing his engorged maleness until she actually thought it would burst.

“You liked that didn’t you?” He asked grimly.

“Every last bit of it”. And then, the giggle.

“You’re a fucking tease”.

“Literally? Fucking Tease? Ha.

She was going to say more, but she couldn’t. He had filled her up, she was so ready for him, she didn’t not feel him, until she moved, pressing into him, until they were so deeply joined that neither knew whose mouth kissed or whose arms caressed or whose voice cried out.

There was only one body, one rhythm, one voice.

He tried to call out her name, and it sounded like his. Very much like his.