Thread: The Dove and the Quail [lemon]

Caroline didn't understand why her body was acting on its own tangent. As if purely possessed by some unseen force, she allowed him to dip his hand beneath the sacred, thin cotton of her panties. He breached a barrier that no one had ever dared to venture to, throughout her entire seventeen years of existence. It had the poor dear an utter mess, to know exactly what he was doing, and to realize, that she wasn't going to stop him. She simply laid there, stricken with defiant shock. Barely able to remember the technique of simple inhalation and exhalation, Caroline grew lightheaded...overwhelmed, with the way the calloused tips of his fingers continued to ease against her moist, preciously pink inner flesh. Her wetness had grown tenfold, and was quite eager to make itself present. Giving his expert appendage the right amount of lube, to aid him in his delicious expedition of her most precious asset. It was terrifying, on many levels, to know that he was touching her in the place she had vowed to keep celibate, until marriage. There was no proposal...or ceremony... No, there was only a cute, shy girl with long curls...currently sprawled out upon a bench beneath her boyfriend. Her white sundress wrinkled and fixed into a mess around her slender waist. All the while that rapscallion with wild ebony locks, metal fastenings in his ear and crude, loving eyes...kept making her fill the air with her soft, angelic sounds of pleasure. It was something out of a novel. The lone, helpless being of ethereal innocence slowly being corrupted by the devious, intricate hand of a fiendish demon. Lower and lower she was pulled, forced to endure the most wondrous activity she had ever known to exist. Flynn... She called out, her voice akin to the pitiful squeak of a mouse. Caroline had long since opened her eyes, gazing up towards the crawling clouds above. Puffs of complete white, plastered against a canvas of flawless baby blue. It was beautiful, and her body was currently feeling things that put such harmony to shame. He was making his way down her, traversing across the plains of curves and unscathed flesh. Untouched, it wasn't a surprise that she jerked and flinched beneath his near every caress. However, given a second to relish in his attention...she began to calm herself, merely posed in a state of curiosity. What was he going to do to her? A quick glance down towards her legs, and she gasped, finding her boyfriend to be hidden somewhere beneath the layer of her dress. Hands, having fallen to her side when Flynn pulled away from their insistent kissing, were now beginning to move again. Caroline needed something to hold on to, because from the way her blood was pulsing at rapid pace, swirling inside her susceptible system like a vortex, she was convinced that she'd merely melt away into nothing. It was so hot...and so stuffy, as if she were donned from head to toe and placed in a boiling sauna. Goddess, how did the sun become so bright, too? Blasted thing... Lips and tongue began to affectionately eat her alive, forcing a loud, guttural moan to creep up her throat, and push rebelliously past her plump lips. Ooohhhh ...! Caroline lost all thought within that very second. Her head tipped back, pale lashes fluttered against the tops of apple red cheeks, and she melted. Right then, right there. The bare, puffy lips of her sex did nothing to keep Flynn away from her sweet nectar, her potent taste akin to the very jam that they had feasted upon earlier. While she had taken much care of herself, groomed and moisturized, there was an adorable patch of strawberry blonde curls appointed just above her slit, showcasing the fact that she was a complete natural. Oh, how the other boys were going to be jealous, if they ever heard. Each flick of Flynn's tongue raged a fire in her loins, calling out a desperate ploy from her depths, a part of her that had laid dormant. Ahh I...it's... What was she trying to say? Caroline didn't know, and honestly, she didn't care, either. Perhaps she wanted to tell him how wonderful it felt, how she didn't want him to stop. How utterly embarrassed she was, sprawled among stone, a book neatly arching her spine. In the sheer eyes of nature itself, out in the open...with nothing to keep her hidden, but the occasional closing of her eyelids. Hissing between gritted, perfect teeth, she reveled in the way his sodden muscle touched her everywhere. All the way down to that puckered, forbidden entrance. He had her going wild. A tight, lean body writhing and undulating beneath him, until she was taken so desperately, that once more, she grasped upon the back of his head. Thrusting her chest heavenwards, and crying out, Caroline parted herself more...practically begging him, to give her what she had been needing for so long. Was she truly beautiful down there? A mixture of creamy pastels, sweet aroma and the finest silk. It was paradise beneath that confining sundress.