Aimee's Entry - Warning SMUT Ahead...

This entry is for Rod cause ah, he wondered in here during my, "Aimee's Pitching A Bitch" entry. Way to go Aimers. Good way to make a first impression. You can come on back Rod, I promise I won't bite (unless you want me to).

I don’t feel like writing a Disclaimer. So, blah, blah, blah… don’t read it unless you are of legal age to read erotica… yadda, yadda, yadda.

Oh, and if you’re one of the readers who enjoys my writing, this is just a rewrite of a scene that I wrote a while back. Enjoy.
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The silky material felt binding yet wildly erotic against her closed lids. She was caught in an awkward state of limbo, bouncing steadily back and forth between arousal and nervousness. It was such a strange mix of feelings, it made her head spin.

“Relax.” his voice was whisper soft.

She tried to still her body, to push out all of the nervous energy that was flooding her system but he certainly wasn’t helping. She could feel him rustling around at the end of the bed and it was driving her crazy that she couldn’t see him, couldn’t touch him. Her body tensed again and she tugged at the material binding her wrists when she felt him nudge her legs apart and crawl in between them.

“I said relax baby.”

She took a deep, calming breath and did her best to relax but that hard found relaxation was short lived. She bucked her hips up, practically coming off the bed when she felt him spread her soft, slippery lips with his fingers.

“Jesus--” she whimpered.

Thick, hot, sticky liquid cascaded down over her exposed clit. It trickled slowly downward, seeping through her glistening folds to mingle with the thick, syrupy liquid emanating from her body.

“Shhhh.” he whispered, slowly trailing his tongue up the soft flesh of her inner thigh in teasing swirls of motion.

“Oh God--” she moaned, sinking her teeth into her fleshy lower lip.

“Do you trust me?” he asked gently.

His fiery breath feathered out to tickle the sensitive flesh at the juncture of her thighs and she almost came undone.

“Yes.” she moaned, brokenly.

“Then RELAX… please.”

She stilled her movements in an effort to show him her trust but, it was one of the hardest fucking things she’d ever had to do. She could still feel his breath, hot and heavy, fanning over her throbbing pussy and it sent her nerves fizzling out of control.

“Please, I want--”

“Shhhhhh,” he whispered against her slick skin, “don’t talk, just feel.”

His mouth dropped lower, landing on the straining bud at the top of her sex. He tugged it into his hot, greedy mouth and suckled gently. She was writhing underneath him, her thighs trembling to some imaginary beat in her head. He stopped suddenly, releasing the delicate bud and dragged his tongue down across her wet lips and back up again.

“Mmmmm, chocolate and you.” he purred, “What an addicting combination.”

His tongue slid slowly back down and plunged into her, pushing as deep as he could into her hot, juicy opening. He began to methodically stroke the slick velvet of her inner walls.

His fingertips crawled up her leg, inching ever so slowly toward the liquid heat between her thighs. His hand brushed over the top of her swollen lips and he pressed down roughly, grinding his palm against her aching clit.

“Oh Fuck…” she screamed, arching up further into his mouth and pushed his tongue deeper into her body.

Her inner walls contracted and fluttered around him as she began to crest. He continued to pump in and out of her while her essence seeped from her core, coating his tongue.
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