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It was late in the evening 2 days after Gerard’s attack. After the Doctor came to check on Gerard he said that the wounds weren’t life threatening and that Bobbi had done a good job patching him up. I had just left Bobbi’s room after a discussion about who might have taken the keys, and what they might be up to, when I walked past Gerard’s room as his door opened.
“Myk.”
Turning I lifted my hand in a little wave and say “Hi” but I was cut off when he grabbed my wrist and dragged me into his room, the door slamming closed behind me. Looking at him I held back a gasp as I saw his eyes. They were like liquid fire, if a fire could burn green. Moving backward I hit the closed door. Quickly he placed his hands on my face and kissed me. I was shocked at first, however it didn’t take me long to kiss him back. When he pulled away I took a deep breath and narrowed my eyes. “What was that for?” Always the suspicious one I studied his face. Running his hand through his hair he smiles sheepishly. “That was my way of thanking you.” Blinking once I laughed softly before moving closer to him and kissing him again, my hands on his chest between us. I had to move away from him before I did something I might regret. “What was that for?” he parroted me. “That was my way of saying you’re welcome. I gave him a crocked toothed smile. With a push I moved him back and turned to open the door, and I would have left, except Gerard wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me back to him.
Squeaking as my back hit his chest I lifted and eyebrow about to ask him what he thought he was doing, but he began kissing my neck, sucking lightly at the skin. My bare toes curled in ecstasy on his carpet. And I just about dissolved at his touch when his hands began to move over my stomach. Taking my right hand with his left he spun me around to face him before he began kissing my neck again, moving down my collarbone and I began to grow feverish with desire, he seemed to set my blood aflame. Tugging his shirt out of the wait of his pants I began to unbutton it, sliding it off and throwing it behind me onto the bed. Feeling him laugh against my neck when he found that I wore no bra while his hands roamed over my back under my shirt, I began undoing his belt and pants, how ever, I found myself lifted up and quickly laid on the bed. Gasping I stared up at the beds canopy for a few seconds, listening to him lock the door I had fixed earlier that day, before I felt the bed move under me and a moment later Gerard appeared above me. He was on all fours, looming above me and with all the blood having rushed out of my head a few breaths ago I was having trouble focusing on his face. I blinked at him, licking my lips and tried to think of something intelligent to say, gave up and reached out for him. A shudder ran through his body to mine as I pulled him down for a kiss again.
Pulling away from me his hands moved to my waist, at my jeans. When the top button went, it made my stomach jerk. He unzipped my pants and started to slide them down my hips. I helped him push them down my legs. He pulled the jeans off in one last motion, and I was left lying there, wearing just my black panties and my shirt. Leaning over we kissed again and the movement made his body fall against mine. The feel of him hard and naked with nothing between us but a bit of lace made me shudder and pull back from the kiss. His hands pulled down my panties in a motion so quick it was violent. I was suddenly exposed, with him hovering above me. There was a look in his eyes that made things all over my body tighten. Moving back he put his hands on the inside of my thighs and spread my legs. Moving out of my sight he slid his hands along my thighs until he cupped my buttocks, bringing my groin against his face. He laid his cut cheek against me, licking a quick line along my hip. My heart was beating so hard I couldn’t get a good breath, but I could still talk enough to mumble “please” a few times. He slid one hand between my thighs. One finger slid inside me. I shuttered head back and eyes closed.
“You’re wet.” he said.
I opened my eyes, and stared down at him. “I know.” my voice sounded breathy.
He licked the inside of my thigh again, forcing me to spread my legs wider while he nuzzled his mouth against my skin. The first touch of his tongue between my legs made me gasp. He kissed me there like how he had kissed my mouth, all tongue and exploring. He licked me in long sure strokes, and then he found just the right spot and sucked. The sensations were overwhelming, it felt so good it was almost to much, a pleasure so great it was almost pain. He pulled he into his mouth until the warmth spread from my groin upward in a dark rush that left the world hazy and edged in black gauze, like I was looking through fog at midnight.
He moved over me, raising the satin camisole shirt I wore, baring my breasts. He ran his hands a crossed them, making me writhe, then his hands moved down the line of my body to grip my thighs, bringing me against him in a harsh jerk against his body. He propped himself up on his arms in a sort of push-up position. The moment he rubbed the rubbery latex of a condom. I felt the movement of his hips before he thrust inside me in one powerful motion that drove a sound from me that was somewhere between and screams and a moan. When he was sheathed inside of me I could feel every inch of him and it was almost to much. He worked in and out, once, twice three times, gently, as if making room. The his hips caught a rhythm. Sliding my hands up his back I dug my fingernails into the smooth hardness of his flesh. He pumped faster, harder, still holding most of his weight up on his arms and shoulders.
I raised my hips to meet his body. Without his body trapping me under him I could move. A rhythm began between up, a wave of movement and heat and muscled moving together. The waves soon turned to pulses that made my whole body tighten around him. He cried out as he came with me, finally pulling out and collapsing beside me. Pushing my sweaty hair out of my eyes and turned my head to look at him and laughed a little and the odd smile he gave me. In a burst of energy he quickly sat up and pulled one of the blankets over us, stuffed a pillow under my head and pushed me onto my side. Before snuggling against my back and pressing his face into the back of my neck. Sighing I grabbed one of his hands and held it against my stomach and I drifted off as well.
“Myk.”
Turning I lifted my hand in a little wave and say “Hi” but I was cut off when he grabbed my wrist and dragged me into his room, the door slamming closed behind me. Looking at him I held back a gasp as I saw his eyes. They were like liquid fire, if a fire could burn green. Moving backward I hit the closed door. Quickly he placed his hands on my face and kissed me. I was shocked at first, however it didn’t take me long to kiss him back. When he pulled away I took a deep breath and narrowed my eyes. “What was that for?” Always the suspicious one I studied his face. Running his hand through his hair he smiles sheepishly. “That was my way of thanking you.” Blinking once I laughed softly before moving closer to him and kissing him again, my hands on his chest between us. I had to move away from him before I did something I might regret. “What was that for?” he parroted me. “That was my way of saying you’re welcome. I gave him a crocked toothed smile. With a push I moved him back and turned to open the door, and I would have left, except Gerard wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me back to him.
Squeaking as my back hit his chest I lifted and eyebrow about to ask him what he thought he was doing, but he began kissing my neck, sucking lightly at the skin. My bare toes curled in ecstasy on his carpet. And I just about dissolved at his touch when his hands began to move over my stomach. Taking my right hand with his left he spun me around to face him before he began kissing my neck again, moving down my collarbone and I began to grow feverish with desire, he seemed to set my blood aflame. Tugging his shirt out of the wait of his pants I began to unbutton it, sliding it off and throwing it behind me onto the bed. Feeling him laugh against my neck when he found that I wore no bra while his hands roamed over my back under my shirt, I began undoing his belt and pants, how ever, I found myself lifted up and quickly laid on the bed. Gasping I stared up at the beds canopy for a few seconds, listening to him lock the door I had fixed earlier that day, before I felt the bed move under me and a moment later Gerard appeared above me. He was on all fours, looming above me and with all the blood having rushed out of my head a few breaths ago I was having trouble focusing on his face. I blinked at him, licking my lips and tried to think of something intelligent to say, gave up and reached out for him. A shudder ran through his body to mine as I pulled him down for a kiss again.
Pulling away from me his hands moved to my waist, at my jeans. When the top button went, it made my stomach jerk. He unzipped my pants and started to slide them down my hips. I helped him push them down my legs. He pulled the jeans off in one last motion, and I was left lying there, wearing just my black panties and my shirt. Leaning over we kissed again and the movement made his body fall against mine. The feel of him hard and naked with nothing between us but a bit of lace made me shudder and pull back from the kiss. His hands pulled down my panties in a motion so quick it was violent. I was suddenly exposed, with him hovering above me. There was a look in his eyes that made things all over my body tighten. Moving back he put his hands on the inside of my thighs and spread my legs. Moving out of my sight he slid his hands along my thighs until he cupped my buttocks, bringing my groin against his face. He laid his cut cheek against me, licking a quick line along my hip. My heart was beating so hard I couldn’t get a good breath, but I could still talk enough to mumble “please” a few times. He slid one hand between my thighs. One finger slid inside me. I shuttered head back and eyes closed.
“You’re wet.” he said.
I opened my eyes, and stared down at him. “I know.” my voice sounded breathy.
He licked the inside of my thigh again, forcing me to spread my legs wider while he nuzzled his mouth against my skin. The first touch of his tongue between my legs made me gasp. He kissed me there like how he had kissed my mouth, all tongue and exploring. He licked me in long sure strokes, and then he found just the right spot and sucked. The sensations were overwhelming, it felt so good it was almost to much, a pleasure so great it was almost pain. He pulled he into his mouth until the warmth spread from my groin upward in a dark rush that left the world hazy and edged in black gauze, like I was looking through fog at midnight.
He moved over me, raising the satin camisole shirt I wore, baring my breasts. He ran his hands a crossed them, making me writhe, then his hands moved down the line of my body to grip my thighs, bringing me against him in a harsh jerk against his body. He propped himself up on his arms in a sort of push-up position. The moment he rubbed the rubbery latex of a condom. I felt the movement of his hips before he thrust inside me in one powerful motion that drove a sound from me that was somewhere between and screams and a moan. When he was sheathed inside of me I could feel every inch of him and it was almost to much. He worked in and out, once, twice three times, gently, as if making room. The his hips caught a rhythm. Sliding my hands up his back I dug my fingernails into the smooth hardness of his flesh. He pumped faster, harder, still holding most of his weight up on his arms and shoulders.
I raised my hips to meet his body. Without his body trapping me under him I could move. A rhythm began between up, a wave of movement and heat and muscled moving together. The waves soon turned to pulses that made my whole body tighten around him. He cried out as he came with me, finally pulling out and collapsing beside me. Pushing my sweaty hair out of my eyes and turned my head to look at him and laughed a little and the odd smile he gave me. In a burst of energy he quickly sat up and pulled one of the blankets over us, stuffed a pillow under my head and pushed me onto my side. Before snuggling against my back and pressing his face into the back of my neck. Sighing I grabbed one of his hands and held it against my stomach and I drifted off as well.
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