Shy and Retiring (emma_b_sweet) wrote in smut_club,
Shy and Retiring
emma_b_sweet
smut_club

taking a lover

He catches my eye across the parking lot and I give him an excited half-wave. He slides easily underneath my arm for a small hug, and he feels warm and new. I brush my fingertips over the ribs of his shirt, thinking of the flesh and bone ribs underneath, wildly hoping to see him later, without the shirt.

We steal a kiss later, and flirt madly all night. He disappears to spin fire, and I watch, nursing a cool, pale beer. The evening air is still and damp against my face. After midnight, we say our goodbyes at the same time, meeting eyes over the heads of our friends. We dance around each other as we leave, bumping shoulders playfully, kissing with lips only, his hands full of gear and fuel.

I follow him home, knees shaking as I see an accident on the highway, my chest squeezing as I sort through my motivations, and find myself glad we didn't stop to see if the driver was okay.

At his house, we make tea and look up things on google. I try his homemade mustard, and smell the spices in the cabinet. It's all prelude, really.

Later, I sit on his lap and we kiss, him smelling like soap and deodorant and white gas. I nip at his ear, slide my tounge over his, exhale breath gently against his ear. I want to find a way to crack his reserve. One mustard seed still burns against my cheek, caught in my last back tooth.

My body doesn't burn, but I flame a little, gently. My cunt softens, and I let him slide my shirt off.

He is so breathtakingly beautiful to watch as he tounges my nipples. I am not usually so visually oriented, but just the sweet and concentrated way he closes his eyes and slides his small, sweet tounge over my nipples - I have to catch my breath.

We walk to the bedroom after a while, just a few short steps across the carpted floor. I grin and tease him about the pirate flag above his bed. Then I grin again remembering how I'd growled softly at him after he kissed me when no-one was looking, and he'd smiled and made a pirate joke.

We fall easily onto the bed, a squishy mattress on the floor, just where I feel most comfortable. Clothes come off quickly, but he pauses to take my socks off and rub each foot, just for a moment. My heart melts.

We grope softly, in the very dark dark of his room. We kiss, slidingly, subdued heat between us. The specters of my early morning and our mutual tiredness hang in the air behind us, keeping the passion tamped down. My throat scratches a little, too, slowing my reflexes, making me cuddly and slow. Eventually I roll him onto his back and begin to kiss his skin, avoiding his nipples, kissing his sides, his chest, chewing gently on the gorgeous path of hair just below his navel. Eventually, I give in to my growing desire and sweetly take his cock in my mouth. I moan a little, almost sub-verbally, as the warm smooth newness of his skin touches my lips, my tounge. I work him with my mouth, gently, slowly, easily. He squirms a little, then a little more, and makes the first sound of abandon I've heard from him, little escaping groans and whimpers. My cunt twitches, and I want to fuck him, suck him off, ravish him. When he digs his nails into my arm I groan appreciatively around his cock, and I feel him get a little harder. Soon, though, he pulls me up towards him, and we kiss, deeply.

"I love that your mouth tastes like me."

Swoon. I'm yours, beautiful.

-emma
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