Post by pierce on Mar 20, 2017 19:12:24 GMT
She wondered if Cliff could feel her heart racing as his hands pushed and kneaded her breasts, her smile widening at his words. There was a look in his eye that Cleo hadn't quite seen before, a passion glinting behind them that was both inciting and something else – it made her anxious. Cliff pulled her in and she almost felt powerless, enveloped in his kisses and in the movements he made. The bed beckoned her, the edge pushing against the back of her legs before she maneuvered upon it, with her legs folded under her so she was still level to his face as they kept up their momentum.
Cleo looked at him with wonder as he broke from her lips momentarily, his voice different – sultry. She bit her bottom lip slightly as her eyes drifted down his torso, a shiver of heat passing over her as she did. Her hands trembled by themselves but were quickly quelled still by the warmth of his pectorals. She felt his breath rise and fall in his chest, in his stomach as her fingers fell down to the waistband of his boxers. She noticed the trembling again – there was no doubt he noticed too.
“I don't know why, I'm so nervous now.” Cleo admitted, a soft laugh exiting through her nostrils, a laugh at herself. Only moments before she'd been so eager, but now... this was a little scary. Maybe it was easier, doing this after having drinks... she certainly didn't feel this nerve-wracked before. “Here,” she spoke, pulling him forward to sit on the bed with her. “maybe we should like... have a goal for these practices, so we know exactly what we're going to try.” Cleo suggested, feeling a little better already having said that though she was very aware of her near nakedness. “Right now we can, get familiar with this...” she paused for thought but a second, “we can get naked and really look at each other – you know, so we know what we're really doing by the time that, you know... when the time is right.” Though her heart was still pounding like crazy, Cleo felt her anxiety subside. She made the first move, sliding down what was left of her clothes and watching curiously as Cliff followed suit. Her eyes widened at the completely new sight, transfixed almost before she blinked, looking up to his face with a wry grin.
They'd completely forgotten about their hunger as they continued their trial-and-error practicing, showing each other what felt good and getting more in depth as the night progressed until they both fell asleep – Cleo's legs intertwined with his, her head on his shoulder and face nestled up against his neck. She stirred a little when she heard a car horn blare from the parking lot. Mumbling in incoherent half-sleep with her hand lifting to her eyes – her fingers reaching Cliff's face first before Cleo peered out - blinking awake and lifting her head a little, squinting at him for a second only to drop it back down, closing her eyes again and grumbling a little more pleasantly against the crook of his neck. "Five more minutes at least..."
Cleo looked at him with wonder as he broke from her lips momentarily, his voice different – sultry. She bit her bottom lip slightly as her eyes drifted down his torso, a shiver of heat passing over her as she did. Her hands trembled by themselves but were quickly quelled still by the warmth of his pectorals. She felt his breath rise and fall in his chest, in his stomach as her fingers fell down to the waistband of his boxers. She noticed the trembling again – there was no doubt he noticed too.
“I don't know why, I'm so nervous now.” Cleo admitted, a soft laugh exiting through her nostrils, a laugh at herself. Only moments before she'd been so eager, but now... this was a little scary. Maybe it was easier, doing this after having drinks... she certainly didn't feel this nerve-wracked before. “Here,” she spoke, pulling him forward to sit on the bed with her. “maybe we should like... have a goal for these practices, so we know exactly what we're going to try.” Cleo suggested, feeling a little better already having said that though she was very aware of her near nakedness. “Right now we can, get familiar with this...” she paused for thought but a second, “we can get naked and really look at each other – you know, so we know what we're really doing by the time that, you know... when the time is right.” Though her heart was still pounding like crazy, Cleo felt her anxiety subside. She made the first move, sliding down what was left of her clothes and watching curiously as Cliff followed suit. Her eyes widened at the completely new sight, transfixed almost before she blinked, looking up to his face with a wry grin.
They'd completely forgotten about their hunger as they continued their trial-and-error practicing, showing each other what felt good and getting more in depth as the night progressed until they both fell asleep – Cleo's legs intertwined with his, her head on his shoulder and face nestled up against his neck. She stirred a little when she heard a car horn blare from the parking lot. Mumbling in incoherent half-sleep with her hand lifting to her eyes – her fingers reaching Cliff's face first before Cleo peered out - blinking awake and lifting her head a little, squinting at him for a second only to drop it back down, closing her eyes again and grumbling a little more pleasantly against the crook of his neck. "Five more minutes at least..."