Thread: Start of Darkness (Google and Skittish_butterfly)

RE Start of Darkness Erin was crying out his name and bucking in her seat, the pleasure of his stroking touch too much for her, her mind flushed clear of thoughts, just rushes of sensation and his beautiful, nasty, irresistible, taunting words just washing through her head on that river of pleasure, rushing right to the core of her self where they nestled comfortably like they owned the place. She welcomed him inside her, euphoric as he kept stroking her into a whimpering lather, not letting her stop, her own hand still stroking his hardness too and the feeling of him exploding in her warm grasp sent her fully back up to the heights as she heard the sounds of his joy as well. They kissed and it felt like they were sharing one huge pleasure, too big for either of them alone, and it went on forever. She couldn't imagine it ever ending. Finally, though, he broke off the kiss, his deep voice sounding so pleased with her she couldn't hide her silly grin. When he pulled his hand from between her legs she realized how slumped deep in her seat she was, her legs spread, hips pressed over the edge of the seat and turned to let him touch her as he pleased more easily. She reached for his hand, to touch him, as they both slowly came down. There were screams from the screen as the last teens died and the movie reached its end, but the only screams she heard were her own, still echoing in her head as she smiled, hearing herself crying out for him just like he said she would. His eyes glowing in the light of the on-screen credits caught her attention. He must know she'd never done anything like this before because he was telling her what to do, so concerned for her, that she not be embarrassed in front of the kids who'd laughed earlier, and she gave him another quick kiss for being so perfect before she readjusted her panties over tender flesh so sensitive she couldn't keep from gasping a little. Then he wanted her to zip him up, told her to do it more accurately. She blinked once, finding it strange the way he just kind of assumed she would, and wondering ever so briefly why he didn't just do it himself, but then she looked down and saw his cock, remembered the feel of it, could smell him suddenly, the smell of his pleasure mixed with the overwhelming scent of her own wetness, and she nodded, not giving another thought to it. Of course. She gently packed him away, taking a little pleasure in the weighty feel of him in her fingers, being super careful to zip him without incident. Then on a whim that she couldn't ignore she bent down and gave him the slightest playful kiss, right on the crotch of his pants where he still bulged beneath her lips. That was the moment the lights came on. She straightened, and her face was indeed red, her whole upper body felt flushed, but she paid attention to his advice, he seemed so wise and in control and it kept her from panicking, from making a mess of the situation. She ran her fingers through her hair and sent it back over her shoulder with a toss of her head. She waited for him to stand and then got to her feet with him, took his hand, her eyes locked on the back of his head as she followed him out of the aisle and up the hall to the exit. There were definitely whispers, and she heard all the adolescent giggling, sounding so juvenile compared to what she and Dominick had just shared. But Erin didn't even care what they thought anyway. Why did it matter? It was what Dominick thought of her that counted, and he seemed to think she was just fine. She walked next to him, head high in the fully lit hall, feeling perfectly fine.