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Post by .Scotchy. on Nov 18, 2007 20:39:00 GMT -6
"Eeellle..."
Ellendie blinked up at him and then kissed him back as his lips covered hers. She didn't get time to gawk at how funny he sounded when he said her name. It was a cross between lustful and real whiney. What she was suppose to say to that she had no idea. It wasn't liek her to call out his name in the same tone, 'Iikkkeeee' just didn't sound right.
"Can I take these off now?"
His hand softly grazed her skin as it lowered to her panties. She fidgeted as she felt a tingle there that was aching for him. She watched his hands for a few seconds and looked up to Ike. Now she was starting to get scared. What was going to happen after they do this? Was he going to ditch her? She felt his body come closer and she closed her eyes. Her body was filling her mind with greed, she needed and wanted him. She slowly nodded and looked up at him. She kissed his lips timidly and scooted so that her hips were touching his. She could feel every inch of him, and she blushed heavily.
Her hands slid down to his boxers and tugged just softly and a question that was poking at the back of her head popped into mind. She looked at him and bit her lip, "Ike... you love me?"
She had to know before she gave him everything she had to offer. She just had too. If he truly and deeply didn't and told her, she wouldn't the whole thing would be called off. But... what if he was lying just have her in bed? She gulped, "I want ze 'onest to God truth."
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Post by purrfection on Nov 21, 2007 16:35:19 GMT -6
Honestly, Ike wasn't paying attention to whether or not Elle gave the affirmative to her panties being off. Logic said that she obviously wanted them off or else she wouldn't have gotten them both in this closet with the blankets and the closed door. Wait... okay, so Ike was the one who got the blankets, and the one who closed the door. But that was beside the point. She wanted him, he could see it in her face.
Ike continued to stare at her belly, as he had been doing for the last thirty seconds. He was mentally counting down the time until he completely ripped her panties off of her, like he had done her bra. He had started with a clock of 60 seconds and lost count at 58. That was okay. Surely there would be some indication that the time was right.
Naturally, Ike totally missed Elle's small nod. Her hips were pressed against his in a way that made the aching in his groin become almost unbearable. He nearly missed the next thing she said, too.
"Ike... you love me?"
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Five seconds later in a delayed reaction, Ike looked up and focused back in on Elle's face. If he hadn't wanted her as much as he did, he might have actually given the question a good bit of consideration. But he was already inching away the think cloth adorning her waist and he didn't want to stop to think about anything but that feeling and what was going to come next. In other words, for wanting a straight answer, Elle had asked a very important question at a very bad time. Instead of looking stupid or clueless or both simultaneousy, Ike's face had a lack of expression and his eyes were hazy with want.
"Yeah," he said, and kissed her mouth. He hadn't given it much thought--that much was very obvious. He eased down her panties a few centimeters more--he was sure she wasn't going to stop him, but he felt as though he had to be sneaky.
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Post by .Scotchy. on Dec 6, 2007 20:08:44 GMT -6
Ike had stopped completely at her question. He wasn't moving her panties lower, he wasn't m,oving himself closer, he was just there. It was like he had a mentle break down by her question. Was it too hard? Was he thinking of how to tell her 'no' but still get a good f**k out of it? Ellendie fidgeted beneath his warm hands anxsiousness aching inside her. What was he thinking? How could someone so open, so out there be so hard to read? It was Ike for crying out loud. How hard can he be to read?
Ike lifted his head up from her stomach and looked at her with lust and hunger. She it her lip trying to hear his answer. "Yeah," he leaned in and gave her a reasuring kiss on the lips. She couldn't help but kiss him back with just as much need.
He lowered her panties more revealing more of her skin. She lifted her hips up some to meet his hands. This was suppose to be a small sign of her need, and how she wanted him to just take it off. His teasing wasn't helping her at all. But her feelings were being consumed with her thoughts. And her thoughts were scaring her. She didn't know what she was doing, how it was going to feel. Well apparently a lot of people do it, and they all love it. But to women for the first time, she heard it hurt. Did she really want to do this?
She sat up some, "Ike I'm scared!" Her voice was a soft whisper, "Ike I don't know what I am doing or 'ow to go on..." She bit her lip, sliding her hand along his chest. She could do this... this was fine. Touching him and feeling him. Hell she loved that. But what to do afterwards? She didn't know, and she felt completely vulnerable. "Please, go slow."
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