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Fauzy + Whit Whit #2
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Dec 11, 2011 07:14PM
"God..." she rasped out, and then she took off her shirt and revealed her bra. Of course, she was no Mary in a bra. Mary had boobs bigger than helmets. She was always very insecure about her own, as if Tristan might think they were too small. Does he think they're too small? she thought, blushing and looking away from him.
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His hand almost instantly went to cup her breast, but he took it slow, and let his hand trail up the curve of her body. His eyes slowly shifted to hers, looking at her with love and lust, as his fingers slowly inched under the edge of her bra.
Her face turned redder, as if he'd touched her for the first time ever. She wondered what was going through his mind right now? Would he be saying, God, Mary was so much hotter? Was he comparing Ammy to her right now? Ugh. How am I going to start forgiving him if I can't stop stressing over the past...
He leaned his body up until his lips rested right at her ear, touching slightly, as he whispered, "God, you're even more beautiful than before, Ammy." He could stress that enough. His mind had gone blank since she took her shirt off.
She relaxed a little at his words, and put her arms around his neck and kissed him one more time. Her hands slid down his strong arms and wrapped them around her, making sure his hands were close to her bra clasp.
He instantly took the hint and undid her bra clasp, taking it away from her chest, placing it on the back of the couch. He paused to look down at her, mesmerized by the memory of their first time. God. So much more gorgeous. He looked up at her, the thought in his eyes clear as day.
The adoration in his eyes made an overwhelming joy well up inside her. "I'm all yours..." she whispered softly.
He smiled at her words, an overwhelming wave of warmth spread through his chest. It made him want her all the more. As his hands skimmed along her body, he kissed her so tenderly, it made even him weak in his whole body. His fingers fumbled with her jeans button, when they came undone, he slid them off gracefully, trying not to make a fool out of himself.
Her own hands also traveled down his chest, exploring his hard abs slowly, and then stopping at his jeans as she unzipped it and frantically tried to tug them off.
Once he had her jeans off, he helped her tug off his own, kicking them off. He looked down at her, the necklace he had hidden under his shirt now dangled in front of them. It was of a cross, just a simple stainless silver cross.
She smiled and laced the necklace gently around her fingers. "I got you this, didn't I? For your 20th birthday?"
He blushed darkly, as he nodded. He had worn it since she got it for him, never taking it off.
"You even wore it when..." Her throat got lodged again, and she sighed in utter annoyance. "Why can't I get that stupid night off my mind..."
He felt his chest caveed in with sadness. He sat back on his heels, looking down at her with a hurt expression. "Do you want me to stop then?" His voice came out in a whisper.
"I...I don't know..." She shook her head and covered her face with her hands. "It's hard to forget, Trist..."
He let out a shakey sigh, as he situated his body until it faced forward on the couch. He picked up his shirt from the floor, and put it back on along with his jeans. "I'm not going to rush things this time, Ammy. I'm not going to risk it again." Hurt was clearly in his voice, as he got dressed, putting back on his delivery boy hat.
"You're leaving?" she whispered, grabbing her bra and shirt back and covering herself with them.
He sat back down on the couch, as his elbows rested against his thighs, placing his head in his palms. After a few moments of silence, he sighed long and hard. "I don't know what to do." He said without moving or looking up.
She pulled her knees to her chest and tucked her head between them, mimicking his sigh. "Me neither."
His back tensed up, as well as his shoulders. He couldn't move or think. He just sat there, almost drowning in his own resentment.
"What exactly went through your mind when you..." She gulped and sighed again. "I need to know everything. And I need everything to be nothing but the truth."
((Whoa. ._. Sorry it took so long for me to reply. I feel asleep when I didn't want to last night. xD And the internet fucked up on me today. D:))Tristan shook his head, closing his eyes even tighter. "I have no fucking idea, Am." He let out another long sigh, like it could wash away all the negative energy. "I really have no idea."
"Did you...forget? Or..." she trailed off. Did he really not know, or does he not want to tell me?
"I didn't forget. How could I?" He turned his head toward her, without moving his body. He looked at her with sad eyes, while clenching his fists. "It was a dumbass mistake I'll never make again. I regretted it last time."
She pulled her knees to her chest. "I still don't understand why you did that..." She sighed and closed her eyes. "Everytime I ponder it, I always just get one answer: I wasn't good enough." She looked at him with hurt in her eyes. "Was I?"
He started getting irritated, showing it as he wrung his hands over and over. Sighing, he said, "You were very much good enough, Ammy. I'm serious as to why I don't know why I did it." He kept his eyes on the carpeted floor, between his feet.
"Okay..." She buried her face between her knees. "I'm sorry, I just... It's hard to get over everything..." How was she supposed to get over it all of the image of him and Mary was plastered onto her mind for good?
He made a groaning noise in the back of his throat, running his hands down his face. "I'm sorry... I don't know what else to do." His fingers ran through his hair, twisting into the thick locks, as his knees bounced up and down rapidly out of irritation.
She snorted. "Are you that aching to leave?" she asked, misreading his bouncing knees and irritated groans. "If you really want to go, then fine..." She turned away from him before she might burst into tears.
His face twisted into a smirk, almost a sneer. "Are you that aching to get rid of me, then?" He kept his head turned towards the floor. "I'll go only if you want me to leave..."
"Of course not," she said, glaring at him. "You just looked like you wanted to leave." She looked away again and sighed. "I know you leaving would only break my heart even more."
His face softened into a loving expression, as he turned his head towards her, his head still bent down. Pausing for a few seconds, he asked the one question that popped into his mind. "Do you still love me?" It came out in a whisper, almost inaudible.
She tensed and shut her eyes tightly, but it made tears come out. "Yes.." she whispered back shakily. "I try denying it, but it's doing nothing... I need you, Tristan.."
A soft noise escaped his throat, almost a whimper. He leaned over to her end of the couch, as his arm came to rest behind her head. "That's all I needed to hear." He then leaned into her more, and kissed her without giving her time to protest.
Amira was too weak to fight it this time. She loved this man, whether she liked it or not. She threw her arms around his neck and devoured his lips with hers, not caring that they were once touched by someone else. He was hers now.
His warm hands came up to cup her cheeks softly between his palms, he kissed her with all the love and passion he had for her. He didn't care that she once hated him, once loathed him. All he cared about was this girl, the girl that had his heart all over again.
Her fingers raked in his hair and then slid all the way down his chest to tug on his shirt, wanting it off all over again, and this time she wanted to it to stay off.
He pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it onto the floor, as his hands slowly rode under her shirt. As he felt of her skin, he shivered at how good the softness felt once again.
She didn't waste any time in taking off her shirt and bra this time. She just couldn't take it anymore. Once she was completely topless, she abruptly stood and threw herself at him again, wrapping her legs around his waist.
((I fell in the toilet. ._.))His now hot hands traveled up her bare waist, gripping her torso there softly. As his lips trailed tender, soft kisses along her collarbone and neckline, his fingers kneaded her muscles gently at her waist.
((LOL. WHAT?? xDDD))She pushed him slightly so that he stumbled and plopped down onto the couch. She frantically took off any piece of clothing she had left on her body, and his. "Take me," she whispered, with absolutely no hesitation or second thoughts in her voice. "Now."
((LOLOL. I'm kidding. :3))He was a bit taken aback by her hastiness, forgetting anything he said about going slow. Her fastness had turned him on tenfold, and he was about to drown in it. He looked up at her, his eyes burning with lust, as he slowly pushed up into her.
((Oh. xD Jeez, if you weren't kidding, I would've fell off my chair laughing.))She gave a soft moan, and then her lips were on his again. She held onto him as tightly as possible, slowly moving up and down. The pleasure was so intense, she could feel herself already close to climaxing. "Oh my God, Trist..." she whimpered, burying her face in his shoulder, thus stifling her moans that were becoming louder each time she went down on him.
((THAT SHIT'S NOT FUNNY. I'VE DONE IT BEFORE. D:))The pleasure was already too much for him to handle. His back arched off the couch cushion, driving himself up into her, as his hands only gripped her waist tighter. His body threatened to constrict more around her, but he held back, fearing he might hurt her.
((Still. :p The image in my head is hilarious LOL.))Suddenly she was slamming onto him, crying out as he kept hitting her incredibly deep. Her nails slightly pricked his skin as she felt herself climax, and her whole body shook in the sheer pleasure of it all. She sagged against him, but begged him not to stop.
((That pic reminds me of Sienna and Brandr. ;c You were using it when we RP'd them. :DD))
((I bet. <_<))He abide by her request to not stopping, his hips slammed against hers in a steady pace. His breath came out in ragged puffs as he felt her climaxing, tightening around him. At the feel of her doing so, he couldn't stop himself from going fast, and deeper, closing in on his climax as well.
She wrapped herself around him tightly and shut her eyes. "I love you," she whimpered between her gasps of pleasure. She could feel him swelling inside her, and it felt so good, almost making her climax all over again.
His head swam with so much pleasure, as he kept on thrusting. With one last hip-bucking thrust, he drove himself into her, and released. His muscles tensed up, and his back arched even higher, bringing them both off the couch.
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