forum Paige & Darren Private one-on-one (@Typhoon1912)

Started June 24, 2018 by Deleted user

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Her back pressed against the wall and her tongue danced with his. Her fingers drew patterns on his back.

His hands explored whatever exposed skin it could reach with a gentle touch. This was not going for a walk…

When his fingers brushed over her sides, she moaned softly and arched her back.

Her noises sent shivers coursing through him. His natural reaction was to press closer and run his hand over her side again slowly.

She moaned longer this time and relaxed in between Darren and the bedroom wall.

The thought of the previous planned walk pecked at his mind but that could be postponed. He took her in his embrace and stepped back until he felt the bed behind him.

She curled against him, continuing to kiss him deeply.

He flattened her on the bed. She was pinned between his body and the bed now.

She wasn't aware of anything else now – just Darren. The walk had long since faded from her mind.

He pulled his shirt over his head, he was almost surprised she hadn’t stopped anytbjnghed done yet.

Wait. Was he wearing a shirt? Oh well.

She found herself becoming more comfortable around Darren, trusting him, and, as a result, allowing him to do more.

Then again she didn’t really stop him before either. He slowly let the bottom half of himself rest it’s weight on her as not to crush her legs all at once.

She didn't resist, but her heart pounded. Her fingers crawled over his back.

He made every new contact between them slow and gentle like he was afraid of breaking her somehow.

She eased up on the kiss, making everything much more calming and relaxed between them.

He sighed softly against her lips. Even when his brain was racing and life was getting to him, she seemed to have this calming affect to him.

His exhale warmed her – his touch warmed her. Everything about him made her feel warm and safe in his arms.

He had the urge to pull away and find something to say just to make sure she was comfortable but he couldn’t seem to tear himself away from what they had started.

She kept kissing him, oblivious to the thoughts in his head and susceptible to the ones in hers. I love him.

One of his hands trailed down her body and rested on her leg as they continued kissing. I think I love her. He always had to overthink things.

Electricity surged from where his hands touched her. Another soft moan slipped out.

He shivered a little and pressed his chest closer into hers.

The electricity crackled in her ears when he pushed her further down against the mattress, and she loved it.

He let out a fluttery laugh against her lips. A thousand thoughts passed through his brain and fizzled away.