Still Life With Taylor
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Category:
Individual Celebrities › Vin Diesel
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
18
Views:
1,831
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. I do not know Vin Diesel. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
12
::TWELVE::
His lips trace a line down my neck, making all the tiny hairs stand on end. Sending a tingle down my spine into the pit of my belly. Wet.
"You awake yet, beautiful?"
"hmmm..."
Every nerve ending in me is awake. How could it be otherwise? Slide over onto my back, looking up at him. On his side, propped up on an elbow. Nuzzles behind my ears, before biting them, sliding his hand up under my shirt, playing with my nipple, cupping my small breast. Teeth pull at one dark pink nipple, through my shirt, before he helps me take my shirt off. Leaning in, the suction of his tongue pulling up my nipple painfully. Releasing, nipping with his teeth, before sucking it in fully again, pressed against the roof of his mouth. My hand stroking just inside the unbuttoned fly in his jeans, playing with the little trail of hair to his navel.
"Turn over, baby."
Just the barest hint of a dirty grin. I turn over, letting him straddle me, his hands sweeping my hair off my back. Biting the sensitive skin over my shoulders, hard enough to make me gasp, arching my ass up to press against him. He pushes back, grinding into me, biting harder. His hands slide under my breasts, a squeeze, before sliding over my waist, my hips, hooking thumbs into my skirt.
Coming up on his knees, sliding my skirt down, out of the way. Running his hands over my ass, in small squeezing circles, his thumbs sliding deep, spreading gently. I arch up for him. One hand slides, painfully slow, along the cleft, past perineum, slipping into wetness, making me moan. Two fingers, slowly stroking, pulling me slightly, on the way out, making my arch up even more.
I reach down, stroking my own clitoris in lazy circles, matching his pace, making me even wetter, making him moan. He slides his thumb, already soaked by my dripping wetness, back, past my perineum, nudging gently at my rear, before sliding in. Delicious pressure everywhere, his thumb in my ass, two fingers stroking deep wet folds, my own hand over my painfully engorged clitoris. He reaches down to nip at my back, the wave of a powerful orgasm washing over me, making me scream out, struggling to quiet myself, biting the sheets.
"Don't move."
He quickly gets up, washes. Sits at the edge of the bed, and takes my skirt down past my knees, and off. Takes my boots off, I had left them on last night, along with everything else. I can't help but giggle at the thought of him playing with me all this time, my boots still on. The rest of his clothes come off. His hand on my hip, pulling me up a little more, nudging my thighs apart with his knees. He enters gently, sliding into silken wetness. Even as gentle as he is, I cry out, biting the sheets again. Slow withdrawal and thrust forward again, pushing my back a little more into the bed, the stroke running hard along the upperside, pressing into my g-spot, making everything go bright in my head.
One more slow stroke, the deepest yet, almost painful, as he presses his chest into my back, pinning me beneath him. A long, lingering bite to the neck, as he pulls all the sheets away, so I'll have nothing with which to stifle my cries. Thrusting faster now, driving deep into me, a grind at the bottom of every stroke.
I no longer care about being quiet, I couldn't, even if I tried. Neither of us can. Like two wild animals, oblivious to anything else around us. Our bodies slick with sweat. He presses me down, biting my neck, my shoulders.
A shudder so hard it makes it hard to breath, white light washes over me. A low growl in my ear, a struggle for control, as he returns to the same slow stroke, as in the beginning, sliding deep, pressing my g-spot hard enough to make me come, before withdrawing again. I haven't the breath to scream anymore, my back arched painfully, every stroke another orgasm. So slow I recover, but just barely, before there's another, and another.
There is no sound from me but a whimper, with every slow thrust. Every whimper, a whispered name. Taylor. My hips sink, I can hardly breath. My body is filled with white fire. He lets go, a roar, coming hard inside me, in one last hard thrust, before easing himself, carefully, onto my back, his elbows taking the weight. Licking the sweat from my ears, slowly easing me over onto my back again. Settling between my aching hips, and kissing me fully, his hands in my hair.
His lips trace a line down my neck, making all the tiny hairs stand on end. Sending a tingle down my spine into the pit of my belly. Wet.
"You awake yet, beautiful?"
"hmmm..."
Every nerve ending in me is awake. How could it be otherwise? Slide over onto my back, looking up at him. On his side, propped up on an elbow. Nuzzles behind my ears, before biting them, sliding his hand up under my shirt, playing with my nipple, cupping my small breast. Teeth pull at one dark pink nipple, through my shirt, before he helps me take my shirt off. Leaning in, the suction of his tongue pulling up my nipple painfully. Releasing, nipping with his teeth, before sucking it in fully again, pressed against the roof of his mouth. My hand stroking just inside the unbuttoned fly in his jeans, playing with the little trail of hair to his navel.
"Turn over, baby."
Just the barest hint of a dirty grin. I turn over, letting him straddle me, his hands sweeping my hair off my back. Biting the sensitive skin over my shoulders, hard enough to make me gasp, arching my ass up to press against him. He pushes back, grinding into me, biting harder. His hands slide under my breasts, a squeeze, before sliding over my waist, my hips, hooking thumbs into my skirt.
Coming up on his knees, sliding my skirt down, out of the way. Running his hands over my ass, in small squeezing circles, his thumbs sliding deep, spreading gently. I arch up for him. One hand slides, painfully slow, along the cleft, past perineum, slipping into wetness, making me moan. Two fingers, slowly stroking, pulling me slightly, on the way out, making my arch up even more.
I reach down, stroking my own clitoris in lazy circles, matching his pace, making me even wetter, making him moan. He slides his thumb, already soaked by my dripping wetness, back, past my perineum, nudging gently at my rear, before sliding in. Delicious pressure everywhere, his thumb in my ass, two fingers stroking deep wet folds, my own hand over my painfully engorged clitoris. He reaches down to nip at my back, the wave of a powerful orgasm washing over me, making me scream out, struggling to quiet myself, biting the sheets.
"Don't move."
He quickly gets up, washes. Sits at the edge of the bed, and takes my skirt down past my knees, and off. Takes my boots off, I had left them on last night, along with everything else. I can't help but giggle at the thought of him playing with me all this time, my boots still on. The rest of his clothes come off. His hand on my hip, pulling me up a little more, nudging my thighs apart with his knees. He enters gently, sliding into silken wetness. Even as gentle as he is, I cry out, biting the sheets again. Slow withdrawal and thrust forward again, pushing my back a little more into the bed, the stroke running hard along the upperside, pressing into my g-spot, making everything go bright in my head.
One more slow stroke, the deepest yet, almost painful, as he presses his chest into my back, pinning me beneath him. A long, lingering bite to the neck, as he pulls all the sheets away, so I'll have nothing with which to stifle my cries. Thrusting faster now, driving deep into me, a grind at the bottom of every stroke.
I no longer care about being quiet, I couldn't, even if I tried. Neither of us can. Like two wild animals, oblivious to anything else around us. Our bodies slick with sweat. He presses me down, biting my neck, my shoulders.
A shudder so hard it makes it hard to breath, white light washes over me. A low growl in my ear, a struggle for control, as he returns to the same slow stroke, as in the beginning, sliding deep, pressing my g-spot hard enough to make me come, before withdrawing again. I haven't the breath to scream anymore, my back arched painfully, every stroke another orgasm. So slow I recover, but just barely, before there's another, and another.
There is no sound from me but a whimper, with every slow thrust. Every whimper, a whispered name. Taylor. My hips sink, I can hardly breath. My body is filled with white fire. He lets go, a roar, coming hard inside me, in one last hard thrust, before easing himself, carefully, onto my back, his elbows taking the weight. Licking the sweat from my ears, slowly easing me over onto my back again. Settling between my aching hips, and kissing me fully, his hands in my hair.