"This is wrong," she pleads urgently against your ear, hands on your shoulders, pushing you away but you're not listening. You've wanted her for so long and finally the opportunity to possess her presents itself - you're not going to let it go that easily this time. Her boyfriend left her crying and alone and now she's inviting you to her house, begging for comfort - the chance is just too good to pass up. Ignoring her cries and feeble attempts to make you stop, you pull off her navy blue pinafore, using it to make a tight knot around her wrists.
You wipe away the tears from the corner of her eyes gently and she winces as the coarse pad of your thumb grazes a tiny cut on her left cheek, from the fight with her boyfriend. You lean forward and lick the wound, eliciting a soft moan from her. You stare at her in awe and she hastily shuts her mouth, cheeks heating up.
"It's not like I enjoyed that or anything," she says hotly, flinching under your scrutiny. Her glasses are askew and you remove them, kissing her forehead. She yelps and struggles against her binds. "Don't do that!"
You shrug. Your left hand is pinning her down, your right hand stroking her cheek, moving down to caress her skin at where her neck meets her shoulders and you have one knee in between her legs, mere inches from where her legs meet - there's not much she can do in her currently immobilised state. You look at her, jet black tresses tousled from falling back on the bed, eyes narrowed, lips bruised.
"It's alright now," you mutter against her skin, licking her collarbone as you undo the buttons of her blouse.
"Yeah right," she answers, sniffling. "As if you doing this will change anything."
You freeze for a split second, then as if you didn't hear what she said, you continue unbuttoning her blouse. You part the snowy white fabric and push up the material of her bra, exposing her fairly voluptuous curves. You cup one gently, massaging it and she moans, eyelids fluttering.
"Then why are you enjoying this?" you ask as you take a hardened nipple into your mouth, teasing the tip with your tongue, licking at it, sucking gently.
"I... Don't... Know..." she whimpers, in between moans.
"Right," you nod as you jerk your knee forward, coming into contact with something distinctively wet. You look up at her and her cheeks flush a darker red. You grind your knee against the damp, aching place between her legs and she gasps, riding your knee, eager for more of the delicious friction. "I suppose so," you murmur against her skin and the vibrations send shivers down her spine, causing her to moan again.
You slide down her body, leaving a trail of wet heat, nipping the skin above her belly button. You remove her soaked panties, much to her protest but she quietens the moment you finger her wet slit. You part her damp folds and she's quivering under you as you rub your thumb against her clit, slowly, tortuously in tiny, circular motions. She screams when your fingers find her entrance, entering her, probing and thrusting as she lifts her hips up to meet the questing digits. You bend down to lick her clit and continue with your ministrations - your fingers are slick with her juices and when you add a fourth finger, she's begging you to stop but her tight, wet heat is sucking your fingers in, asking for you to thrust harder...
You can't take it any more; you get up and unzip your trousers without ceasing your hand movements. You spread her legs wide and without warning, you replace your fingers with your cock as you enter her, thrusting hard and fast. She realises the sudden change but her resistance is futile. You're almost at her limit as you reach for her breasts, fondling one roughly as your fingernails scratch against her nipples.
Her inner walls are tightening around you and you reach for her clit. Toying with the hard nub between your thumb and index finger, you squeeze it lightly, causing her to scream, sending you over the edge, spilling your seed inside her. Her eyes widen in protest but when you rub your thumb hard against her clit, her release slams into her and against your better judgement, you kiss her full on the lips, muffling her cries of pleasure.
"I love you," you whisper, panting heavily as you pull out from her.
There's an awkward silence, punctuated only by her erratic breathing and your irregular pants.
"I'm sorry..."
