“Well if this isn’t a surprise…” Fuzz attempts to free himself, but the warmth of her body against his causes him to not fight back with his full effort. She leans over and nibbles on his neck. A slow breath on the same spot sends chills down his body, causing him to continue to lay there supine for her enjoyment or torture.

“Shhhhh…. I’ll go easy…” Her warm raspy breath hangs in the air. He closes his eyes awaiting the release. Her hands release their grip upon his as she drags her hands across his chest. Her nails leaving his skin red, but undamaged.

“This isn’t how….” She places a finger to his lips again.

“Now now, I’m in control.”

It was as if something snapped in his brain. He struggled to release himself, her holding on a smile across her face.

Finally he was able to sit up. A shocked but not disapproving gasp comes from her. He grabs her by the waist and somehow manages to stand up, as her legs wrap around his waist like a cocoon. He doesn’t struggle to lift her, but the disorientation of the dark causes them to stumble.

With a light thud, she is pressed against the wall. With one of his free hands, he brushes her hair back behind her ear.

“You want me to say it?”

A groan of pleasure was her only response. He pushes forward. His face inching closer and closer to her neck. He gave it small nibble, just enough to cause goosebumps to form causing her to shiver. He breathes on her neck slowing bringing his head to her ear. The warmth of it causes her rear her head back, and groan.

“Just tell me you want to hear it..” Her legs wrapped around him begin to tighten their grip. Their hips intertwined and following one another in a hypnotic sway. Neither wants to this moment to stop.

He runs his hand through her hair, grabbing a handful in the back. He slowly pulls on it, exposing her neck. The air is heavy with anticipation. He lets go of her hair as her head shoots back and they are face to face once again. She had a smile on her face, as does he. He opens his mouth, as she tries to stop him with her hand. He grabs the hand and pins it against the wall. She tries with the other had, and he does the same. Both hands high above her head, legs wrapped around his waist, he leans in one last time. And quietly whispers in her ear.

“Kickout”


(You didn’t have to do me dirty like this. I couldn’t just leave this one as my usual “Kickout”, so there you broke me)