A League of Their Own

Her skin was too hot, and every where his hands brushed left her longing for more. She tugged his hair as the kiss got more intense, and she climbed even more into his lap, wanting to erase all the space between them. His lips were soft and demanding, and she kissed him back with just as much vigor and passion. By the time they pulled apart, she was gasping for air and her cheeks were bright red, her eyes still feverish from their kiss. She was dazed for a moment, confused to why he'd stopped her. And then she remembered where they were and looked around sheepishly as people out right stared at them. One mother had covered her child's eyes and glared back at her, marching the little one away.

"Yah...okay, we can....that's a good...good plan..." She replied between breaths, looking back into his eyes and smiling devilishly. "Anywhere...in mind? Preferably close and...close." She said, running her hands down his clothed chest before regretfully getting off of him to right her clothing, blushing as her blouse had dipped and revealed the beginnings of her lacy blue bra. She all but threw their picnic into the basket, slipping her shoes back on and taking his offered hand as they tried to look as casual as possible upon their exit.
 
He nods
"My father is out of town for a business meeting, my home is close by...I'll drive..."

He didn't even think twice that he was taking her home, just wanted somewhere private for this intensity to continue as he took her to his loft further downtown. It looked like a private town home for a high class manager, which he kind of was in a sense. The walls lined with art, the window streamed out to look over the landscape as the couch was pointed towards his big screen flat television mounted on the wall. It was ritzy enough for just one person not blown over like his father;s house was. And this had a comfy couch, where he sat with her, pushing her onto the cushions and resuming the kiss.

The drive their was unbearable, his lipos tingling from earlier as they could omnly drive in silence. It was a lustful awkwardness between them as he drove them off to his loft, thankful her had her in his arms again as he lifted her to his lap. continuing the previous scene
 
The air in the car had been electrified with all their restrained tension, and all she wanted to do was make him pull over so she could kiss him again. She wasn't sure if this was too fast, or where it was going to lead all she knew is that for the first time she wanted to find out. She followed him into his house, her steps quick and anxious as she tried to focus on his beautiful house, but she could hardly keep her hands to herself. When they finally reached the couch, she followed him down as he guided her back to his lap, and she wasted no time tangling her fingers back into his hair with a little force as she dove in to devour his mouth. She liked that they were fighting for dominance in the kiss, though she clearly had the advantage being on top.

She nipped at his bottom lip teasingly, her tongue sneaking out curiously. When he allowed her the access she craved, she slipped her tongue passed his lips effortlessly and began to massage his in a teasing manner, and she scooted back on his lap to give her hands room to roam. She found the hem of his shirt and slipped her finger tips under playfully, her touch feather light to tease him. Figuring she'd done enough torturing, she broke their kiss and tugged the garment up, cocking her brow in question, hoping she wasn't getting too ahead of herself.
 
He answered her questioning gaze by tugging her fingers away and lifting his own shirt, showing her his toned body and pulled her back in for a kiss before she could enjoy the view, holding her tongue with his and coiling them around, sucking slightly on her tongue as he traced his finger tips on her sides. Letting her hands wander to his body, shivering as her fingers fanned out to get every inch of his body to her hands as his ventured down and gripped her feet, smirking as they still made out, passionately.

The room was hot, sparking with their love as they kept teasing their partners and testing their limits, but soon found themselves down to their underwear when the unbridled lust stopped, worried about the next move.
 
Everything just felt so right as they progressed, and Anna could feel something deep within her boiling to be released. She helped Chase peel her skirt and blouse from her body, leaving her in her matching blue lace bra and panties. She was thankful for having picked a matching pair this morning, and she could tell from how passionate their kisses were growing that Chase must have also enjoyed the view. Her hands trembled with need as she traced the definition of his muscles teasingly, feeling him shiver under her touch. His hot hands on her skin were leaving her panting against his lips as their kiss grew hotter and hotter. She had been rolling her hips slightly in his lap, her tongue tangling with his in a way she'd never done before.

Once again they broke the kiss, and she struggled to catch her breath as her nerves seemed to finally catch up to her. "Ch-Chase...can I be h-honesty again?" She whispered between pants, sitting back on his lap and shyly meeting his gaze. "I've never gone quite this...far with someone before. I mean, I've dated but...it's never felt this right. And my body feels so hot right now, and I don't want to stop...but I mean...if you..." She let the question hang in the air, wondering if he was regretting the decision knowing she was still a virgin. She tucked her hair behind her hair self consciously, staring into his eyes uncertainly.
 
He was surprised she never went with anyone before. and that also made him feel more special. Him, a schmuck, normal man, drove this high class vibrant madame to her knees, stripping themselves down, showing their vulnerable bodies, and she was thinking of laying with him.

He didn't speak



He just took her hand carefully, leading her to a separate room away from their clothes, away form the large window, and to his bed, laying her down, parting her hair form the mattress below her skull as he looked into her eyes, his fingers dancing on her belly and chest, unclasping her bra. He was silent all the way. kissing her chest as it slowly exposed under his removal, her tits luscious and shining, inviting his lips to suckle upon them, his tender tongue tracing around her flesh of her nipples, flicking onto the peak itself as it showed under the heat they made.
 
His silence made her grow more and more anxious, and she was beginning to think she'd said too much. But just when she thought she'd gone and ruined their night again, he silently took her hand and led her to his bedroom. Her grip on his hand tightened and she stared back into his eyes with a gentle smile as he lay her down. She felt very safe in his arms, and his touch was driving her crazy. Frenzied passion sizzled and boiled down to a maddeningly gentle touch full of lust and restrained need. He was being gentle with her, and she couldn't take herself down from the high he was giving her.

His dancing fingers had made her muscles spasm under his touch, and she could feel herself growing increasingly aroused from his slow care. As he removed her bra, she briefly felt self conscious again and wanted to cover her body, but the words came out in a breathless gasp as his mouth made quick work of her sensitive mounds. Her hips jerked up involuntarily and she swore she could already see stars as she closed her eyes and her head fell back. Her chest arched up to his hot mouth, and her moans were high and breathy as he turned her thoughts to jelly with his actions.

Trembling hands found their way to his hair once more, where she ran her fingers over his gel free strands and repeated the process. When he'd expertly flicked his tongue over her nipple, she surprised herself by crying out and immediately brought a hand to her mouth to stop the embarrassing sounds. She didn't know if her body was overly sensitive from their earlier make out session or if he was purposely trying to drive her mad. She used her toes to tease up his legs, bringing her knee up slowly. She had reached her desired destination and could feel his hardening member through his underwear and the thought of it made her quiver all over as she continued to teasingly rub him with her knee, her hand hardly able to hush her moans as he continued to devour her bust.
 
he tensed as her leg brushed against his member, stiffening more and throbbing under her flesh as he looks down at her, panting as he parts form her flesh, but grinned a bit. The curtains lowered, the lights dimmed as he began to lower her panties, tossing them aside along with her bra, as well as his boxers in the mix as his now fully shown and erect cock shown at her hips. It was an admirable size, plump and wide too, a girth to match as it throbbed in heat, ready for it's plunge as he looked into her eyes, holding her hand gently and playing her her fingers.

"...Are you ready Annabelle?"

He could feel her heat radiating form her slit, she was indeed but he wanted verbal readiness to her trembling body as well, but he couldn't help but grind the tip of his rod onto her clit, blushing at the hot contact
 
The dimming lights only heightened her senses as he stripped them both of their remaining clothing. Annabelle took in the sight of his pulsing cock and her center throbbed with the need to be filled, a need she knew would soon be met. She spread her legs and wrapped them around his hips, causing her to rub against his member and she moaned in her throat, her hips rolling of their own accord. She looked up into his eyes, and she could see that he needed this just as much as she did, that they were too far gone to turn back now.

"I'm ready..." She whispered with a smile, although she was nervous to feel the pain. He was impressively endowed, and she knew that it would hurt until she grew used to being filled by him. She laced their fingers together tightly, more to calm herself down than anything else and rolled her hips again to reassure him she was indeed ready for him.
 
Her last roll was the last to dive his tip in, panting a bit at her tight squeezing as he tried to slide in, blushing and moaning with every bit of cock into her. He bit his lip as he stopped, to let her get used to this, before edging a little more in, more pauses between small edging in. he was finally in, completing the space between them as he blushed at this action. He could feel her heart in her quivering slit, grasping onto his rod with fervent lust and need to be used. He looked at her legs that were wrapping around his hips to hold him inside her, her toes curling at both the pain and pleasure his member was bringing her before he broke through her.

His moan was low as he looked down at her to make sure she was fine, as the initial thrust to a flowered lady was always the hardest for them, but they would soon roll their eyes up in pleasure.