Thread: To Finish the Job {{Soul +&+ The PG}}

The reason was unclear, but something about the way that his hands moved over her ribs and stomach, paying careful attention to the riddled scars, sent a flurry of sensation through her body, and Jais teeth caught his bottom lip as she felt her muscles tense and ripple, an uninhibited and soft moan escaping her lips, muffled only by his own mouth still pressed to hers. Breathing was fast becoming a laborious effort, and all conscious mental processes were being eliminated and forgotten one by one, that number doubling when his hands found the hem of her jeans, forcefully, yet effortlessly, removing the article from her body, and again cold air engulfed her skin, sending a tide of cold and shivers along her nerve stream. He had moved in the process, breaking both mouth and hand contact from her, and she found herself ineptly reaching for his shoulders, her vision too clouded to clearly trace his form. Her hands ended up finding his shoulders, taking a firm grasp as her short nails bit at his skin, holding onto him as a means of keeping herself grounded when his treacherous mouth began a new trail of fire along her leg, and once he reached her thigh she was all but a puddle before him, both metaphorically and between her legs. Her breath hitched in her throat with an audible sound, and she easily laid back with his encouragement, finally managing to clear her vision enough to see him looming over her exposed body, and the sight in and of itself was a drive that pushed her into an even higher gear of need and passion and lust. She was only able to keep her eyes open long enough to see him lean back down though, as the moment his lips met her stomach, his tongue flecking delicately along the rigid flesh, she was unable to even remotely function comprehensively. Shed heard of sensitive spots before, seen them exploited in movies and in books and recounts from friends, but usually it seemed to be the neck that was most sensitive, and inner thighs too, never once had she heard anyone mention their stomach. But for her, the sensation was almost unbearable, even more so than when he had been teasing along her inner thigh, and it rendered her breathless, eliciting a pronounced, stammered moan of pure pleasure when air finally made its way back in. It dawned on her then, as he rose up, his hands easily encompassing her breasts, that she had spoken too soon when shed told him that he was, pleasurably, killing her. His words did manage to land on her ears though, however, she was rendered once again unable to form an intelligible response from what followed. Fast, it was all so fast, and yet agonizingly slow at the same time, and she was finally brought to understand the meaning of having the breath taken away in a moment of pure, insane, intimacy. Nearly drowning was difficult, terrifying, painful but this, this was Pressure formed between her legs, causing her lungs to all but collapse in combination with what he was doing to her breasts, and the air only returned, fleetingly, for her to all but cry out when she felt his fingers move beneath the thin material of her panties, pressing against her moistened region, rubbing against her hardened nub, and finally pressing into her body. Struggling for air in the aftermath of her cry, her nails all but clawed at his shoulders, sliding down the sides to grip into his biceps, and her head lolled to the side as she lifted her legs to wrap around his waist, tugging with every ounce of her strength to pull him closer. Brandon His name left her lips in a pitched, breathless whimper, and she struggled to get her eyes open, to even remember what breathing or speaking was. Deftly, her hands moved from his biceps and down his sides, over his ribs, landing along the hem of the sweatpants that he wore, and she pushed at them listlessly, impatiently. It didnt take much effort, for which she was thankful, and within a few moments the article was pushed far enough from his hips that they landed around his ankles, and Jai drew her arms back then, pushing both hands through his hair, attempting to push him back. In all of her efforts, he hadnt even remotely relented, in fact it seemed that he was only driven to push further, pressing two fingers into her tight, moist region, rocking them back and forth slowly and firmly as the pad of his thumb rubbed against her hardened nub, picking up speed and force gradually. Brandon His name left her lips again, a desperately whimpered, pleading cry, as she curled her fingers into his hair, gripping tightly, tugging as she felt her stomach and legs clench and tremble, her whole body seeming to tense over and hold shakily still before her head tilted back, a breathlessly cry leaving her body as she felt herself all but explode from the inside out, leaving her in a shaking, trembling, panting mess beneath him and entirely at his mercy.