( is it taking away from the effort? Steve actually thinks that kissing Nancy only turns her on more. he distinctly remembers morning makeouts in the front seat of his car being cut short because some asshole just needed his attention, or because the bell caught up to them a lot sooner than either of them could have anticipated — only for Nancy to be left shifting uncomfortably at her desk, that blessed quarter they actually shared a home room.
not that he wasn't equally miserable, and made more miserable knowing she was still turned on too. a job unfinished. but it was a good miserable. a miserable that burned in their blood and left them trying to finish things later — his tongue a little too far down her throat instead of letting her get a book out of her locker, or the bathroom on the south side of the building that nobody seemed to use, or his personal favorite, the back seat of his car.
the point is, he knows that she likes kissing. and, for the record, he likes kissing too. more than likes it! before Nancy Wheeler, he had realized how much he liked kissing. but after Nancy, he realized how easily he could make it a hobby. spend hours doing it. until she pushed him away and complained about homework that needed doing or that her lips were starting to hurt. and when they're having sex, his mouth on hers is pretty much his favorite place to have it; feeling her mouth twitch up when she smiles, or she huffs a laugh. the heated gasps and moans slipping into his mouth as easy as her tongue. and they come to her so easy, with the slip of his fingers on her clit.
there's a giddy, fluttery feeling under his breastbone, like a puppy getting scratches behind the ears, at the idea of Nancy loving when he's good for her. the sort of shit he knows he'd have been ragged on, back in his high school days. that he is such a complete and utter sucker for her. he used to feel like kind of a chump for it, but these days being a complete and utter sucker for Nancy and her knowing and delighting in it just causes all sorts of butterflies. warm and fuzzies, on top of that twisty needy pull in his gut as she rocks against him. greedy for more and a little senseless with what she's already got. honestly, he regrets not getting that condom a little, now, because he wants to fuck her so bad there's stars behind his eyes. it inspires some not so wise suggestions, because horny hind brain is just certain he can handle it. )
You like being good for me too, don't you? ( Steve breathes out, heavy and heated, pinching her bud between his fingers as his teeth pull at her lower lip. he rolls his hips into her, desperation downright obvious. ) So be a good girl and ride me a little, baby, I wanna watch you.
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not that he wasn't equally miserable, and made more miserable knowing she was still turned on too. a job unfinished. but it was a good miserable. a miserable that burned in their blood and left them trying to finish things later — his tongue a little too far down her throat instead of letting her get a book out of her locker, or the bathroom on the south side of the building that nobody seemed to use, or his personal favorite, the back seat of his car.
the point is, he knows that she likes kissing. and, for the record, he likes kissing too. more than likes it! before Nancy Wheeler, he had realized how much he liked kissing. but after Nancy, he realized how easily he could make it a hobby. spend hours doing it. until she pushed him away and complained about homework that needed doing or that her lips were starting to hurt. and when they're having sex, his mouth on hers is pretty much his favorite place to have it; feeling her mouth twitch up when she smiles, or she huffs a laugh. the heated gasps and moans slipping into his mouth as easy as her tongue. and they come to her so easy, with the slip of his fingers on her clit.
there's a giddy, fluttery feeling under his breastbone, like a puppy getting scratches behind the ears, at the idea of Nancy loving when he's good for her. the sort of shit he knows he'd have been ragged on, back in his high school days. that he is such a complete and utter sucker for her. he used to feel like kind of a chump for it, but these days being a complete and utter sucker for Nancy and her knowing and delighting in it just causes all sorts of butterflies. warm and fuzzies, on top of that twisty needy pull in his gut as she rocks against him. greedy for more and a little senseless with what she's already got. honestly, he regrets not getting that condom a little, now, because he wants to fuck her so bad there's stars behind his eyes. it inspires some not so wise suggestions, because horny hind brain is just certain he can handle it. )
You like being good for me too, don't you? ( Steve breathes out, heavy and heated, pinching her bud between his fingers as his teeth pull at her lower lip. he rolls his hips into her, desperation downright obvious. ) So be a good girl and ride me a little, baby, I wanna watch you.