Still Life With Taylor
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Individual Celebrities › Vin Diesel
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
18
Views:
1,826
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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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.
7
::SEVEN::
Christine's apartment is on the third floor. Her hands aren't steady enough yet to deal with the keys, so I open the door and help her up the stairs. I still haven't let go of her. Worried she's going to crumple at any moment. I carry her up the last flight.
A tiny bachelor apartment, a window facing the fire escape. She still hasn't said anything yet. There's enough light from the street to make out a bed against the far wall. Small table and two chairs by the window, leaving enough room to get out the window and onto a small landing on the fire escape. The rest of the room is taken up by bookcases, and by her paintings.
Bathroom first. Sit her on the edge of the tub, while I wash the blood off my hands. She doesn't move, watching me quietly the whole time, her hands in her lap.
Wipe her face with a cold cloth. Kneel on the floor of the bathroom, taking her face in my hands. "You all right, Christine?" Small nod, her green eyes still bright, fighting off the last of the shock. Her small hands are cold. Hard to believe something that delicate held a shotgun not that long ago. I wouldn't have thought she had it in her.
The bed is the only place to sit. She stays quiet, watching me, between her knees, as I untie her boots, her feet not touching the floor. She holds her skirt out of the way, holding the edge of it, even after I've taken her boots and socks off. Watching me the whole time. No sound but our breathing, and rain on the window.
Run my hand up her calf, her thigh, her eyes holding mine the entire time. She drops the hem, reaches around and undoes the clasp, the zipper, at the back. It's all the permission I need. Help her stand up, her skirt pooling around her ankles. The tiniest of thongs remains. Nuzzle the sweet damp scent of her, before sliding her panties down over her slim hips.
Well trimmed, a tiny vee of dark red curls, the rest shaved clean. Play with one perfect curl, before pushing it back with my thumb, slipping my tongue under her hood, sucking on her clitoris. That deep low purr, becoming a moan, as I increase the pressure, pull her towards me, my hands on her ass, pressing, and sucking with my tongue.
Her hand reaching down, under my chin, making me stop. Run my hands over her as I stand. She's breathing hard as I kiss her, her tongue is sweet and insistent, her hands pulling the bottom of my shirt free. I help her with it, and then take off hers, cupping her small breasts, pulling her nipples to hard points between thumb and forefinger.
I'm already hard enough to hurt, her purring, turned to soft deep growls, making me twitch with every sound. I hold her wrist, to keep her from unbuttoning me, and lay her back on the bed, sinking back to my knees between her thighs, one foot over my shoulder.
Run my tongue back, over her clitoris, between wet lips, into her deep, sweet centre, back over perineum, ass, before slowly making my way back up to her clitoris. Her hips buck slightly under the pressure of my tongue, a light scrape of teeth, a moan, a whimper. One, then two fingers, slip into wetness. Now slick, slide deep, and back, hitting her g-spot with every stroke, a pull with my tongue on her clitoris every time I hit it. Her soft growls turn to animal cries, her back arching, her hips rising to meet my tongue. I can feel her orgasm begin, deep inside, a flutter of muscle, radiating out in waves. Her hand stifling her scream, her toes curling, riding it out.
Sit back to deal with my jeans, boots. Slide over her, urging her back, biting and nipping her neck. I worry about hurting her. I've never been with a woman so small before. She's breathing in small pants, that same low growl. Slide my hand into hers, pinning it beside her shoulder, as I ease down between her thighs. Watch her face the entire time, so I can stop if I'm hurting her, ease in, a little at a time, pulling back, ease in a little more, and pull back. Hold her hip so she won't buck up and take me all at once.
"You all right, Christine?"
"uh-huh"
Start slow, feeling her shudder beneath me with every stroke, her free hand on my ass, insisting I go faster, her heel digging into me, rolling her hips forward. I can feel her frustration, and thrust harder, not worrying so much now about going slow, to keep time with her hips. Pushing forward, bury my face in her neck, as her scream starts, low and deep. Lose myself in her, as she screams my name, her nails buried deep in me. I drive harder, abandoning any thought I had that I might hurt her. I come a second after her, her wet heat pulling every drop from me, stifling my own roar against her neck.
We lie still, for a moment, before I lift up, so I won't crush her beneath me. Slide over onto my back. Put my head back, try to catch my breath. She sits up beside me on the bed. I'm worried she'll get up and leave. Hold onto her thigh.
"Did I hurt you?"
Soft animal grin, as she slides over my waist in one fluid motion, down between my legs, nuzzling my soaked hair, before taking my slowly softening dick in her mouth, the suction making me gasp. The back of a nail over my balls.
"I guess that's a no."
A scrape of teeth over the rim, a swirl of tongue. It doesn't take much prodding. She's back straddling me, her hair a tangled mane behind her. She reaches down, sliding my head over one soaked lip. Teasing me for a moment, her hips swaying , circling imperceptibly, before taking me to the hilt in one plunge, making us both cry out. Rising up again, almost to the point of withdrawal, and sliding in, more slowly, a grind at the bottom making her head fall forward, a deep moan pulled from her.
My hands on her hips now, rising up to meet her. One thumb slides back over her clitoris, pulling a low scream from her. Her back arches, one hand on my thigh, her free hand holding mine. Her hair falls down her back, tickling my balls with every thrust, maddening, as we drive harder, faster, locked in that position, slicked in sweat.
Afraid to think, don't want anything to throw us off this perfect rhythm, that's driving us over the brink. Nothing to stifle our cries now. Bare my teeth, arch my back, try to keep up long enough to make her scream my name again. When she does, it's relief and release both, driving up hard, feeling her soak me, feeling her whole body shudder as she screams out, the muscles in her thighs jumping, unable to support her anymore. My hands on her hips, pull her over gently, to lie, gasping and trembling on my chest.
Stroke her back, her head on my chest. Listen as her breath slows and grows still again, before holding her by the hair, kissing her deeply, softer than before. Lay her down beside me, my hand over her belly. Bury my nose in the scent of her sweat, her perfume, and fall asleep.
Christine's apartment is on the third floor. Her hands aren't steady enough yet to deal with the keys, so I open the door and help her up the stairs. I still haven't let go of her. Worried she's going to crumple at any moment. I carry her up the last flight.
A tiny bachelor apartment, a window facing the fire escape. She still hasn't said anything yet. There's enough light from the street to make out a bed against the far wall. Small table and two chairs by the window, leaving enough room to get out the window and onto a small landing on the fire escape. The rest of the room is taken up by bookcases, and by her paintings.
Bathroom first. Sit her on the edge of the tub, while I wash the blood off my hands. She doesn't move, watching me quietly the whole time, her hands in her lap.
Wipe her face with a cold cloth. Kneel on the floor of the bathroom, taking her face in my hands. "You all right, Christine?" Small nod, her green eyes still bright, fighting off the last of the shock. Her small hands are cold. Hard to believe something that delicate held a shotgun not that long ago. I wouldn't have thought she had it in her.
The bed is the only place to sit. She stays quiet, watching me, between her knees, as I untie her boots, her feet not touching the floor. She holds her skirt out of the way, holding the edge of it, even after I've taken her boots and socks off. Watching me the whole time. No sound but our breathing, and rain on the window.
Run my hand up her calf, her thigh, her eyes holding mine the entire time. She drops the hem, reaches around and undoes the clasp, the zipper, at the back. It's all the permission I need. Help her stand up, her skirt pooling around her ankles. The tiniest of thongs remains. Nuzzle the sweet damp scent of her, before sliding her panties down over her slim hips.
Well trimmed, a tiny vee of dark red curls, the rest shaved clean. Play with one perfect curl, before pushing it back with my thumb, slipping my tongue under her hood, sucking on her clitoris. That deep low purr, becoming a moan, as I increase the pressure, pull her towards me, my hands on her ass, pressing, and sucking with my tongue.
Her hand reaching down, under my chin, making me stop. Run my hands over her as I stand. She's breathing hard as I kiss her, her tongue is sweet and insistent, her hands pulling the bottom of my shirt free. I help her with it, and then take off hers, cupping her small breasts, pulling her nipples to hard points between thumb and forefinger.
I'm already hard enough to hurt, her purring, turned to soft deep growls, making me twitch with every sound. I hold her wrist, to keep her from unbuttoning me, and lay her back on the bed, sinking back to my knees between her thighs, one foot over my shoulder.
Run my tongue back, over her clitoris, between wet lips, into her deep, sweet centre, back over perineum, ass, before slowly making my way back up to her clitoris. Her hips buck slightly under the pressure of my tongue, a light scrape of teeth, a moan, a whimper. One, then two fingers, slip into wetness. Now slick, slide deep, and back, hitting her g-spot with every stroke, a pull with my tongue on her clitoris every time I hit it. Her soft growls turn to animal cries, her back arching, her hips rising to meet my tongue. I can feel her orgasm begin, deep inside, a flutter of muscle, radiating out in waves. Her hand stifling her scream, her toes curling, riding it out.
Sit back to deal with my jeans, boots. Slide over her, urging her back, biting and nipping her neck. I worry about hurting her. I've never been with a woman so small before. She's breathing in small pants, that same low growl. Slide my hand into hers, pinning it beside her shoulder, as I ease down between her thighs. Watch her face the entire time, so I can stop if I'm hurting her, ease in, a little at a time, pulling back, ease in a little more, and pull back. Hold her hip so she won't buck up and take me all at once.
"You all right, Christine?"
"uh-huh"
Start slow, feeling her shudder beneath me with every stroke, her free hand on my ass, insisting I go faster, her heel digging into me, rolling her hips forward. I can feel her frustration, and thrust harder, not worrying so much now about going slow, to keep time with her hips. Pushing forward, bury my face in her neck, as her scream starts, low and deep. Lose myself in her, as she screams my name, her nails buried deep in me. I drive harder, abandoning any thought I had that I might hurt her. I come a second after her, her wet heat pulling every drop from me, stifling my own roar against her neck.
We lie still, for a moment, before I lift up, so I won't crush her beneath me. Slide over onto my back. Put my head back, try to catch my breath. She sits up beside me on the bed. I'm worried she'll get up and leave. Hold onto her thigh.
"Did I hurt you?"
Soft animal grin, as she slides over my waist in one fluid motion, down between my legs, nuzzling my soaked hair, before taking my slowly softening dick in her mouth, the suction making me gasp. The back of a nail over my balls.
"I guess that's a no."
A scrape of teeth over the rim, a swirl of tongue. It doesn't take much prodding. She's back straddling me, her hair a tangled mane behind her. She reaches down, sliding my head over one soaked lip. Teasing me for a moment, her hips swaying , circling imperceptibly, before taking me to the hilt in one plunge, making us both cry out. Rising up again, almost to the point of withdrawal, and sliding in, more slowly, a grind at the bottom making her head fall forward, a deep moan pulled from her.
My hands on her hips now, rising up to meet her. One thumb slides back over her clitoris, pulling a low scream from her. Her back arches, one hand on my thigh, her free hand holding mine. Her hair falls down her back, tickling my balls with every thrust, maddening, as we drive harder, faster, locked in that position, slicked in sweat.
Afraid to think, don't want anything to throw us off this perfect rhythm, that's driving us over the brink. Nothing to stifle our cries now. Bare my teeth, arch my back, try to keep up long enough to make her scream my name again. When she does, it's relief and release both, driving up hard, feeling her soak me, feeling her whole body shudder as she screams out, the muscles in her thighs jumping, unable to support her anymore. My hands on her hips, pull her over gently, to lie, gasping and trembling on my chest.
Stroke her back, her head on my chest. Listen as her breath slows and grows still again, before holding her by the hair, kissing her deeply, softer than before. Lay her down beside me, my hand over her belly. Bury my nose in the scent of her sweat, her perfume, and fall asleep.