All I Want is You - Part 6
Title: All I Want is You - Part 6
Author: xjekkix
Word Count: 996 words
Summary: What’s meant to be will be.
Rating: R - finaaaally, sexy times.
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90
Samantha grabs for the buttons on Lindsay’s jean shorts and tears them open quickly - the zipper rips when she pulls on it. She forces the bottoms past Lindsay’s hips and they drop. The girl nudges them gently away with the tip of her shoe.
Samantha’s leg wiggles out of Lindsay’s grip and she leans herself hard against the girl. “Too slow, too slow,” she says, her voice breathless and frenzied.
Hearing that familiar rasp in Lindsay’s voice so close to her ear sends her blood pressure sky-rocketing - like she’s just been switched on and set to auto-pilot; she’s used her self-control to its end.
She paws at a pair of mesh black panties, riding dangerously low on Lindsay’s hips. Folding the underwear down slowly, she watches the girl’s eyes as they cloud over with desire.
The crumpled mesh falls to Lindsay’s feet, catches momentarily on her heels but she finds her way out.
Samantha bends down and undoes the straps on her stilettos, kicking them under the bed. She predicts a lot of maneuvering that will be more difficult wearing shoes that defy comfort.
Lindsay watches her, hands behind her own head as they brush through long locks of wavy red hair. As her arms move, it causes her freckled breasts to bounce; Samantha can’t keep her eyes away from them.
She places her hands on the outside of Lindsay’s ankles and strokes the smooth skin of her legs, her hips, and her waist. She leaves kisses from the girl’s belly button all the way to the tender piece of skin between both breasts. Lindsay squeals as she giggles, still watching the woman intently.
Standing again, Samantha places her hands on Lindsay’s waist, her thumbs pressing firmly toward the girl’s middle.
Lindsay places a strong hand beneath the woman’s chin and pulls her in for a kiss. Her other hand slides around back and begins to unzip the jumper. It catches for a second on Samantha’s skin and she gasps; Lindsay slides her hand inside, bringing the zipper down and also copping a generous feel of the woman’s backside.
Squeezing Samantha’s shoulders, she places her hands beneath the jumper material and pulls it forward and away. The rest of it comes away from the woman’s hips with ease by tugging on the straps that hang against her thighs.
Lindsay pushes her back, a satisfied smile on her face, as she looks the woman up and down.
One of Samantha’s hands remains on Lindsay’s stomach; she slides the other around the girl’s back and spins her to face the wood paneled wall. Pressing herself closely against the girl’s back, the hand on the girl’s stomach flattens and teases just below her belly button.
Samantha’s hand crawls along Lindsay’s thigh, almost to her kneecap and finds its way back, along the inside of her leg. The girl shivers; Samantha’s fingers hover just short of the warmth between her legs.
Lindsay still, wearing her heels, has a slight height advantage that gives Samantha ample room to move her wrist around. She teases with her fingertips at first, testing the waters. Carefully she traces all 8 letters of her name around the girl’s clit, emphasizing the curved ones. As if sensing this, Lindsay moans the woman’s name quietly, her voice low and gritty, with her cheek pressed flat against the wall.
Once the girl is dripping wet, she thrusts a few fingers upward and with her own body, forces the girl closer to the wall, increasing tension and friction. Lindsay’s back is wet with perspiration and rubs against Samantha’s stomach as they press together.
The woman holds tight to Lindsay’s thigh with her free hand but slides it further between her legs; one hand to stimulate and the other to operate.
Everything about the experience is intensified by their passionate feelings for each other. Lindsay’s eyes are wide with hunger and desire; Samantha bites down gently on the girl’s back to keep from screaming. Everywhere she touches Lindsay sends a tidal wave of pleasure to the same spot on her own body.
Samantha slides a barefoot along the linoleum floor between Lindsay’s legs, her own thigh resting beneath her bottom hand at work. The girl feels her limbs become rubbery as she anticipates her climax quickly approaching.
She leans herself back against Samantha’s bare torso, resting herself on the woman’s leg. Her cheek presses against the woman’s, their jawbones grind together as Samantha pushes her fingers deeper.
Lindsay turns her face toward Samantha, her lips open and pressed against the woman’s jaw line. Her teeth close softly with a piece of tender skin between them. A stifled moan slowly escapes from her throat, becoming increasingly louder. Afraid she’ll cause injury she unclenches her teeth and succumbs to her climax.
A flurry of moans and breathy utterances of Samantha’s name pour from the girl’s mouth as she bounces on the woman’s knee atop her delicate fingers.
Samantha helps Lindsay stand and steadies her against the wall, resting her head on the girl’s shoulder and her tired limbs wrap around the girl’s waist.
Lindsay’s knee buckles; she regains her footing but kicks something hard on the ground. It crackles and she hears laughter from outside.
Samantha, drowsy but still aware, utters a lethargic, “Hmm, what was that?”
Dramatically, Lindsay hits her forehead against the wall in front of her and curses.
Samantha becomes more alert now; she hears whispers and giggles. “Are there people outside?”
Lindsay turns and nods in the woman’s direction, her face embarrassed and unimpressed.
“They heard everything?” Samantha catches sight of the mic now; her face twists into a mortified expression.
“What should we do?” Lindsay whispers, pulling just her robe around her naked body. “We can’t go out there now.”
Samantha shrugs and pulls on her regular clothes, Lindsay’s t-shirt and her untied sneakers. An unaffected grin spreads across her face. “Sure we can. They’re the ones who just wasted their dinner break listening to us fuck.”
Author: xjekkix
Word Count: 996 words
Summary: What’s meant to be will be.
Rating: R - finaaaally, sexy times.
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90
Samantha grabs for the buttons on Lindsay’s jean shorts and tears them open quickly - the zipper rips when she pulls on it. She forces the bottoms past Lindsay’s hips and they drop. The girl nudges them gently away with the tip of her shoe.
Samantha’s leg wiggles out of Lindsay’s grip and she leans herself hard against the girl. “Too slow, too slow,” she says, her voice breathless and frenzied.
Hearing that familiar rasp in Lindsay’s voice so close to her ear sends her blood pressure sky-rocketing - like she’s just been switched on and set to auto-pilot; she’s used her self-control to its end.
She paws at a pair of mesh black panties, riding dangerously low on Lindsay’s hips. Folding the underwear down slowly, she watches the girl’s eyes as they cloud over with desire.
The crumpled mesh falls to Lindsay’s feet, catches momentarily on her heels but she finds her way out.
Samantha bends down and undoes the straps on her stilettos, kicking them under the bed. She predicts a lot of maneuvering that will be more difficult wearing shoes that defy comfort.
Lindsay watches her, hands behind her own head as they brush through long locks of wavy red hair. As her arms move, it causes her freckled breasts to bounce; Samantha can’t keep her eyes away from them.
She places her hands on the outside of Lindsay’s ankles and strokes the smooth skin of her legs, her hips, and her waist. She leaves kisses from the girl’s belly button all the way to the tender piece of skin between both breasts. Lindsay squeals as she giggles, still watching the woman intently.
Standing again, Samantha places her hands on Lindsay’s waist, her thumbs pressing firmly toward the girl’s middle.
Lindsay places a strong hand beneath the woman’s chin and pulls her in for a kiss. Her other hand slides around back and begins to unzip the jumper. It catches for a second on Samantha’s skin and she gasps; Lindsay slides her hand inside, bringing the zipper down and also copping a generous feel of the woman’s backside.
Squeezing Samantha’s shoulders, she places her hands beneath the jumper material and pulls it forward and away. The rest of it comes away from the woman’s hips with ease by tugging on the straps that hang against her thighs.
Lindsay pushes her back, a satisfied smile on her face, as she looks the woman up and down.
One of Samantha’s hands remains on Lindsay’s stomach; she slides the other around the girl’s back and spins her to face the wood paneled wall. Pressing herself closely against the girl’s back, the hand on the girl’s stomach flattens and teases just below her belly button.
Samantha’s hand crawls along Lindsay’s thigh, almost to her kneecap and finds its way back, along the inside of her leg. The girl shivers; Samantha’s fingers hover just short of the warmth between her legs.
Lindsay still, wearing her heels, has a slight height advantage that gives Samantha ample room to move her wrist around. She teases with her fingertips at first, testing the waters. Carefully she traces all 8 letters of her name around the girl’s clit, emphasizing the curved ones. As if sensing this, Lindsay moans the woman’s name quietly, her voice low and gritty, with her cheek pressed flat against the wall.
Once the girl is dripping wet, she thrusts a few fingers upward and with her own body, forces the girl closer to the wall, increasing tension and friction. Lindsay’s back is wet with perspiration and rubs against Samantha’s stomach as they press together.
The woman holds tight to Lindsay’s thigh with her free hand but slides it further between her legs; one hand to stimulate and the other to operate.
Everything about the experience is intensified by their passionate feelings for each other. Lindsay’s eyes are wide with hunger and desire; Samantha bites down gently on the girl’s back to keep from screaming. Everywhere she touches Lindsay sends a tidal wave of pleasure to the same spot on her own body.
Samantha slides a barefoot along the linoleum floor between Lindsay’s legs, her own thigh resting beneath her bottom hand at work. The girl feels her limbs become rubbery as she anticipates her climax quickly approaching.
She leans herself back against Samantha’s bare torso, resting herself on the woman’s leg. Her cheek presses against the woman’s, their jawbones grind together as Samantha pushes her fingers deeper.
Lindsay turns her face toward Samantha, her lips open and pressed against the woman’s jaw line. Her teeth close softly with a piece of tender skin between them. A stifled moan slowly escapes from her throat, becoming increasingly louder. Afraid she’ll cause injury she unclenches her teeth and succumbs to her climax.
A flurry of moans and breathy utterances of Samantha’s name pour from the girl’s mouth as she bounces on the woman’s knee atop her delicate fingers.
Samantha helps Lindsay stand and steadies her against the wall, resting her head on the girl’s shoulder and her tired limbs wrap around the girl’s waist.
Lindsay’s knee buckles; she regains her footing but kicks something hard on the ground. It crackles and she hears laughter from outside.
Samantha, drowsy but still aware, utters a lethargic, “Hmm, what was that?”
Dramatically, Lindsay hits her forehead against the wall in front of her and curses.
Samantha becomes more alert now; she hears whispers and giggles. “Are there people outside?”
Lindsay turns and nods in the woman’s direction, her face embarrassed and unimpressed.
“They heard everything?” Samantha catches sight of the mic now; her face twists into a mortified expression.
“What should we do?” Lindsay whispers, pulling just her robe around her naked body. “We can’t go out there now.”
Samantha shrugs and pulls on her regular clothes, Lindsay’s t-shirt and her untied sneakers. An unaffected grin spreads across her face. “Sure we can. They’re the ones who just wasted their dinner break listening to us fuck.”