Thread: Start of Darkness (Google and Skittish_butterfly)

RE Start of Darkness Erin felt his hand on her bare thigh, oh did she feel it, and even as he kept sliding it a little higher and a little higher, coming so very close to running out of leg and reaching her panties all she could do was keep her legs open, try to keep her hips from moving too lewdly as the ache for him grew stronger and stronger. They kissed, she stroked, softly whispered words in the darkness while the movie played unheeded. She relaxed, letting go more with each passing minute, willingly accepting from Dominick and behaving herself in the very ways she had resisted so fearfully all along, no longer worried about whether it made her trailer trash like her mom or not. It made her Dominick's girl. She closed her eyes and kissed him again, letting the words swirl around in her head. Dominick's girl. She gasped into his kiss and her eyes opened with shock as his fingers reached the very top of her thigh and didn't stop, just roughly brushing aside the warm slightly damp fabric, exposing her. Her face pulled back just an inch from his kiss, her eyes wide and locked on his, her fingers around his neck gripping him while her other hand didn't stop stroking him for a second. Their eyes locked, and his glinted with a steely light, smiling a knowing smile at her, and just continuing to open her up. His finger was a little slick as she felt him teasing her outer lips, spreading her, stroking. She stiffened and gasped in, biting her lower lip as a jolt of pleasure zapped up her spine and right into her brain. Stroking her, stroking her, hitting her sweet spot again and again as he circled her entrance, and her breath came ragged. Her eyes closed again and she parted her lips for him again, kissing him deeply, losing herself almost completely. Her own stroking hand felt slightly damp, and she suspected it was her imagination, her own slight embarrassment at how wet his hand had found her, but stroking him was getting easier and easier, and her mind could almost see his cock, the shape of it as she ran her hand again and again over its thick length. Kissing, gasping, moaning as quietly as she could against him. He pulled his lips from her and she stayed exactly where she was, wanting him to kiss her more. His whispered growl was close, so near to kissing her, the warm breath of his words tickling her lips. To scream his name. Scream his name. He said it again, and she heard it and it echoed in her head with the same rhythm of his fingers, one now slipping inside her. Dominick inside her, part of her! Scream his name, scream his name. Her brow furrowed as he spoke about her juices on his fingers, licking his fingers clean, moaning at the dirty thought of it and spreading her legs wider for him. Scream his name, scream his name! The thought pounding in her head so much harder than his shockingly gentle knowing touch inside her. Couldn't take it anymore, stroking him faster and faster, matching his rhythm without even thinking about it, just working her hand along his length and reveling in the feeling of his strength against her palm and fingers. Scream his name! She couldn't! Scream his name! Eyes squeezed tight, his teeth trapping her lower lip, his kiss playing with her, like he knew. Scream his name! Couldn't! Shouldn't! Scream his name! Ohhhhh! The theatre suddenly was bright, bright as a summer day, but her eyes were still closed, and all she could hear was a high pitched voice very close by, Ohhh! Oh, Dominick, yes! ohhhh! She pressed her forehead against him, unable to control herself, bucking in her seat and listening to the voice crying out his name.