Post by sonrisa on Jun 10, 2007 4:03:43 GMT
*Not a moment after the door was closed did Linden take his new found chance to ‘ravage’ Amy, immediately turning her and without actually meaning it, slamming her into the door and kissing her, probably the first real lust driven kiss they’d ever shared. The idea that she was making him clear out his dormitory, that she had dragged him down there herself… Merlin the boy’s heart was pounding with excitement and a hint of nervousness. Four years of wanting a girl had finally come to an end, and he was hoping that all that waiting was not going to end in that two minute joke she’d said.
That… would be mortifying to the Scott.
His hands slid from her shoulders down her arms to her waist, stooped down to her level so she didn’t have to stand on tip toe to kiss him, which neither bothered nor hindered him. His hips pressed her to the door, and one masculine hand abandoned her hip for her thigh, sliding it up under her skirt, flirting with those famous knickers of hers at the inside of her hip, loving every inch of that smooth skin of hers, her thighs not skinny, not like some of the girls he’d been with and it didn’t bother him in the slightest. Hoping to simply overwhelm her before she did it to him, his other hand slipped around her neck, and his lips in turn followed, kissing slowly down the opposite side before going back up again, finally whispering in her ear before nipping at it.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”
*
Amy was, to be quite honest, unsure of how Linden was going to be in bed. While she knew a great many people had slept with him, she’d never wanted to ask them what it was like, and she certainly didn’t stick around when they gushed about it.
The slam against the door set the tone, and, she had to admit with an inner smirk, she liked where it was heading as he attacked her so eagerly, hardly giving her a chance to retaliate. She loved the pressure of his hips, resisting the urge to roll her own against him and get him worked up too quickly, though by the looks of it, he was already moving steadily in that direction.
Her breath hitched as she felt his hands slide along the lacey edge of her underwear, hands quickly moving up to undo the buttons of his shirt.
It was always good for a thirsty man to get a drink, but really, if he wasn’t careful, he might just drown, and she really didn’t want she and Linden’s first time to last all of five minutes. “I’m not going anywhere, Lin,” she told him gently, in an attempt to slow him down a touch, toes curling slightly in her trainers at the feeling of his teeth upon her ear. Finally, she reached his last button and her hands slid back up his abdomen and over his shoulders, taking his shirt with them.
*
“Well you will,” he replied cheekily, moving his arms free so his shirt could slide off at his feet before both hands took hold of her hips, hoisting her up. “But only places I want you to go to,” he added on before locking his lips with her, not bothering to lower her feet back to the ground, for he had every intention of ‘dropping’ her off at his bed. He knew the way well… due to lots of practice, and even with his eyes closed and his lips busy he was easily able to turn and walk the few paces to his bed.
He didn’t drop her, but instead gently lowered her down onto the bed on her back, and took quite the comfy position nestled with one knee between her thighs and the other propped out of the way. Somewhere amongst the repositioning his lips had left hers and he stared down at her beautiful face, affectionately tucking a strand of hair behind her ear that had fallen in her view. It was almost like a dream (one he was guilty of having on more than one occasion) but this time she felt real, she tasted not like he’d remembered from their first near underwater kiss, and she looked so incredible to him.
He shifted his knee that sat between her thighs deliberately into her, a small smirk crossing his lips as he looked at her, watching her responses in an unusual silence. His knee still moving slightly, teasingly, he used his nimble fingers to start to unbutton her top, just as slowly, savouring every second of it that he could. He bent his head down and suckled lightly at her collar bone, button after button slowly being undone, the multi tasking king able to keep up all three actions and take in her reactions all the while.
*
It was odd for Amy to have so little control over a situation, though it seemed to be happening more and more often when it came to Linden. He was so strong, and though Amy was a strong girl herself, she felt weak-kneed in his presence, and it wasn’t just because he was taller than her, either.
Easing back on to the bed, Amy gazed up him, caught off guard by his own gaze staring back at her. And when he brushed a piece of hair away, she felt composure melting. No one had ever looked at her like that, touched her quite so gently, and it made goosebumps spring up all along her arms.
She was soon distracted from his loving gaze by the feel of something rubbing wonderfully against her, a soft breathy groan escaping her lips as she squirmed slightly against his knee. Amy did the only thing Linden would bloody well allow her to at the moment. She reached down between them, grinning as she reached too low and happened to brush against him. She found his belt soon enough, urging his hips up a bit so that she could undo it, sliding it slowly from the containment of his belt loops and tossing it aside. She couldn’t help but grin as his pants, now a touch on the loose side, revealed that brilliant V, her finger running up and down one side of it.
*
“Do I have to pin those devilish little hands of yours down?” he threatened, grabbing them and pinning them above her head with one hand, smirking down at her as his other hand finally finished getting her shirt undone and with one quick movement, he scooped her up from behind her back, which allowed him to push the shirt off, and while he was at it, he took a moment to slide both hands around her back and undo her bra like the pro that he was.
He sat up on his knees a bit more, slowly sliding her bra straps down her shoulders one at a time before finally removing the item of underwear altogether, leaving just her skirt and knickers… for the time being. Now, with those fantastic breasts of hers at his disposal (and how the stories had been true about her ‘magnificent’ bust), Linden laid her back down, sliding down her torso, laying kisses randomly on her collar bones before sliding his tongue teasingly down until he reached her left breast, taking in her nipple, the other being abused almost roughly by his fingers.
He glanced his brown eyes up, watching for her reactions, knowing that the rest of his clothes were out of reach and she was under his control, just the way he liked it when he had things to prove. And boy, did Linden have things to prove.
*
Amy was definitely out of her element. Most blokes were plenty ready to let her take control of the situation, and if they weren’t at first, they generally gave up after a few minutes. Linden was not showing any signs of giving up as she found herself pinned to the bed, her bra slid off with such skill that she had to be just a touch proud of him.
Despite her best attempts to get free, she found herself still pinned, still squirming, still trying not to enjoy the feeling of his mouth upon her quite so much as she did, and, as usual when it came to Linden Scott, she finally gave in. Her arms stopped their efforts, knowing he’d forget about them sooner or later and she could take advantage, and her back arched up into his touch, letting out an almost bitter, “Fuck, Linden, don’t stop.”
*
Not that he had actually intended to, but her verbal spurring on put a grin on his otherwise occupied lips, and he gently sunk his teeth in the sensitive flesh to get a hiss out of her. At her now relaxed position he released his grip on her wrists, but did flash her a warning look, only moments before his now free hand crawled down her stomach and undid her skirt, unfolding it so that she simply laid on it like a blanket, only those sexy panties of hers in the way now.
“Wore something nice for me did you?” he asked, smirking and kissing down her stomach until he reached the hem of said underwear. “These are nicer than the ones I flashed to the hallway when school began,” he continued idly, thoroughly enjoying himself as he edged them down just an inch or so, licking at the soft, newly exposed skin that was presented to him. It was so easy, to use a hand to lift her rear off the bed in order to slip those knickers down enough to ease them down her shapely legs, running his hands greedily back up until he loomed over her once more. He kissed her, slowly, almost carefully, his tongue gently seeking hers out at a slow and deliberate pace. This was to distract her, since he’d done nothing but ‘frantic’ making out with her. He had his wits about him now, he was in his element. His hand slid down her side, and with the smallest of nudges to set her thighs apart a little more, he slid his fingers along her, ‘testing the waters’ before he slowly slid two of his rough digits inside of her.
*
Amy couldn’t help but smirk at the warning glance she received, though it quickly disappeared as she let out the hiss he’d been waiting for, chest beginning to rise and fall a bit more heavily than it had moments before. She was going to seriously be pissed at him if he took the rest of her clothes off before his were-
Okay, maybe she’d pissed off at him later. She was currently preoccupied with matching the pace of his kiss, hands now free to wander across his muscular form, though she did pause momentarily as he so boldly slipped his fingers inside of her, earning a groan into his mouth, before she dragged her lips away to take her turn to suck carefully on the hollow of his neck, hoping to distract herself from the fact that she wasn’t in control of the situation at all, hoping to distract herself from the fact that maybe, just maybe, she liked it that way.
*
It wasn’t hard to tell when a girl liked something, because it was the different between a moan and a shriek and a leap off the bed. He didn’t really know she was a control freak, and technically he wouldn’t call himself one. His drive, was the almighty ‘O’, that so many girls came to him never having experienced at the hands of another. Yes, Linden’s reputation came mostly from the fact that the girls all came well before he even f*cked them.
Amy, as adorable as she looked when she was annoyed, was going to be no different.
His pace was slow at first, rocking into her hips as he let her find her own rhythm, his eyes floating shut as her lips found his neck, letting her send shivers down his spine with her tantalizing kisses. His fingers however, did not miss a beat, and his thumb added into the game, rubbing across her most sensitive spot teasingly before doing it more frequently, dying to get more than a quiet moan out of her.
*
Amy, having never bothered to listen more than she absolutely had to (the time it took to flee the room or block out a voice, for example), was unaware of Linden’s personal mission, and found herself getting quite annoyed- though she wasn’t sure if it was with Linden or herself- that he was getting her worked up so quickly. If he kept it up, she wouldn’t be able to finish the mark she was leaving on him. She wanted everyone to know Linden was otherwise occupied and that they could just strut their skinny, horny butts right back in the direction they’d come from.
“Linden,” she groaned, hips rolling with his hand. She wasn’t sure herself whether it was a groan for him to stop or to keep going, but she had no doubt he’d assume it to be the latter. She had stopped her assault of his neck for fear of biting down too hard. She could feel the familiar pressure building up, and she wasn’t damned well ready for it to happen just yet. Unfortunately, she didn’t have much choice in the matter, her hands choosing to trail down his chest, across the muscles of his stomach and back to that familiar V, dipping down beneath his boxers just in time for another moan of pleasure. “God, Linden.”
That… would be mortifying to the Scott.
His hands slid from her shoulders down her arms to her waist, stooped down to her level so she didn’t have to stand on tip toe to kiss him, which neither bothered nor hindered him. His hips pressed her to the door, and one masculine hand abandoned her hip for her thigh, sliding it up under her skirt, flirting with those famous knickers of hers at the inside of her hip, loving every inch of that smooth skin of hers, her thighs not skinny, not like some of the girls he’d been with and it didn’t bother him in the slightest. Hoping to simply overwhelm her before she did it to him, his other hand slipped around her neck, and his lips in turn followed, kissing slowly down the opposite side before going back up again, finally whispering in her ear before nipping at it.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”
*
Amy was, to be quite honest, unsure of how Linden was going to be in bed. While she knew a great many people had slept with him, she’d never wanted to ask them what it was like, and she certainly didn’t stick around when they gushed about it.
The slam against the door set the tone, and, she had to admit with an inner smirk, she liked where it was heading as he attacked her so eagerly, hardly giving her a chance to retaliate. She loved the pressure of his hips, resisting the urge to roll her own against him and get him worked up too quickly, though by the looks of it, he was already moving steadily in that direction.
Her breath hitched as she felt his hands slide along the lacey edge of her underwear, hands quickly moving up to undo the buttons of his shirt.
It was always good for a thirsty man to get a drink, but really, if he wasn’t careful, he might just drown, and she really didn’t want she and Linden’s first time to last all of five minutes. “I’m not going anywhere, Lin,” she told him gently, in an attempt to slow him down a touch, toes curling slightly in her trainers at the feeling of his teeth upon her ear. Finally, she reached his last button and her hands slid back up his abdomen and over his shoulders, taking his shirt with them.
*
“Well you will,” he replied cheekily, moving his arms free so his shirt could slide off at his feet before both hands took hold of her hips, hoisting her up. “But only places I want you to go to,” he added on before locking his lips with her, not bothering to lower her feet back to the ground, for he had every intention of ‘dropping’ her off at his bed. He knew the way well… due to lots of practice, and even with his eyes closed and his lips busy he was easily able to turn and walk the few paces to his bed.
He didn’t drop her, but instead gently lowered her down onto the bed on her back, and took quite the comfy position nestled with one knee between her thighs and the other propped out of the way. Somewhere amongst the repositioning his lips had left hers and he stared down at her beautiful face, affectionately tucking a strand of hair behind her ear that had fallen in her view. It was almost like a dream (one he was guilty of having on more than one occasion) but this time she felt real, she tasted not like he’d remembered from their first near underwater kiss, and she looked so incredible to him.
He shifted his knee that sat between her thighs deliberately into her, a small smirk crossing his lips as he looked at her, watching her responses in an unusual silence. His knee still moving slightly, teasingly, he used his nimble fingers to start to unbutton her top, just as slowly, savouring every second of it that he could. He bent his head down and suckled lightly at her collar bone, button after button slowly being undone, the multi tasking king able to keep up all three actions and take in her reactions all the while.
*
It was odd for Amy to have so little control over a situation, though it seemed to be happening more and more often when it came to Linden. He was so strong, and though Amy was a strong girl herself, she felt weak-kneed in his presence, and it wasn’t just because he was taller than her, either.
Easing back on to the bed, Amy gazed up him, caught off guard by his own gaze staring back at her. And when he brushed a piece of hair away, she felt composure melting. No one had ever looked at her like that, touched her quite so gently, and it made goosebumps spring up all along her arms.
She was soon distracted from his loving gaze by the feel of something rubbing wonderfully against her, a soft breathy groan escaping her lips as she squirmed slightly against his knee. Amy did the only thing Linden would bloody well allow her to at the moment. She reached down between them, grinning as she reached too low and happened to brush against him. She found his belt soon enough, urging his hips up a bit so that she could undo it, sliding it slowly from the containment of his belt loops and tossing it aside. She couldn’t help but grin as his pants, now a touch on the loose side, revealed that brilliant V, her finger running up and down one side of it.
*
“Do I have to pin those devilish little hands of yours down?” he threatened, grabbing them and pinning them above her head with one hand, smirking down at her as his other hand finally finished getting her shirt undone and with one quick movement, he scooped her up from behind her back, which allowed him to push the shirt off, and while he was at it, he took a moment to slide both hands around her back and undo her bra like the pro that he was.
He sat up on his knees a bit more, slowly sliding her bra straps down her shoulders one at a time before finally removing the item of underwear altogether, leaving just her skirt and knickers… for the time being. Now, with those fantastic breasts of hers at his disposal (and how the stories had been true about her ‘magnificent’ bust), Linden laid her back down, sliding down her torso, laying kisses randomly on her collar bones before sliding his tongue teasingly down until he reached her left breast, taking in her nipple, the other being abused almost roughly by his fingers.
He glanced his brown eyes up, watching for her reactions, knowing that the rest of his clothes were out of reach and she was under his control, just the way he liked it when he had things to prove. And boy, did Linden have things to prove.
*
Amy was definitely out of her element. Most blokes were plenty ready to let her take control of the situation, and if they weren’t at first, they generally gave up after a few minutes. Linden was not showing any signs of giving up as she found herself pinned to the bed, her bra slid off with such skill that she had to be just a touch proud of him.
Despite her best attempts to get free, she found herself still pinned, still squirming, still trying not to enjoy the feeling of his mouth upon her quite so much as she did, and, as usual when it came to Linden Scott, she finally gave in. Her arms stopped their efforts, knowing he’d forget about them sooner or later and she could take advantage, and her back arched up into his touch, letting out an almost bitter, “Fuck, Linden, don’t stop.”
*
Not that he had actually intended to, but her verbal spurring on put a grin on his otherwise occupied lips, and he gently sunk his teeth in the sensitive flesh to get a hiss out of her. At her now relaxed position he released his grip on her wrists, but did flash her a warning look, only moments before his now free hand crawled down her stomach and undid her skirt, unfolding it so that she simply laid on it like a blanket, only those sexy panties of hers in the way now.
“Wore something nice for me did you?” he asked, smirking and kissing down her stomach until he reached the hem of said underwear. “These are nicer than the ones I flashed to the hallway when school began,” he continued idly, thoroughly enjoying himself as he edged them down just an inch or so, licking at the soft, newly exposed skin that was presented to him. It was so easy, to use a hand to lift her rear off the bed in order to slip those knickers down enough to ease them down her shapely legs, running his hands greedily back up until he loomed over her once more. He kissed her, slowly, almost carefully, his tongue gently seeking hers out at a slow and deliberate pace. This was to distract her, since he’d done nothing but ‘frantic’ making out with her. He had his wits about him now, he was in his element. His hand slid down her side, and with the smallest of nudges to set her thighs apart a little more, he slid his fingers along her, ‘testing the waters’ before he slowly slid two of his rough digits inside of her.
*
Amy couldn’t help but smirk at the warning glance she received, though it quickly disappeared as she let out the hiss he’d been waiting for, chest beginning to rise and fall a bit more heavily than it had moments before. She was going to seriously be pissed at him if he took the rest of her clothes off before his were-
Okay, maybe she’d pissed off at him later. She was currently preoccupied with matching the pace of his kiss, hands now free to wander across his muscular form, though she did pause momentarily as he so boldly slipped his fingers inside of her, earning a groan into his mouth, before she dragged her lips away to take her turn to suck carefully on the hollow of his neck, hoping to distract herself from the fact that she wasn’t in control of the situation at all, hoping to distract herself from the fact that maybe, just maybe, she liked it that way.
*
It wasn’t hard to tell when a girl liked something, because it was the different between a moan and a shriek and a leap off the bed. He didn’t really know she was a control freak, and technically he wouldn’t call himself one. His drive, was the almighty ‘O’, that so many girls came to him never having experienced at the hands of another. Yes, Linden’s reputation came mostly from the fact that the girls all came well before he even f*cked them.
Amy, as adorable as she looked when she was annoyed, was going to be no different.
His pace was slow at first, rocking into her hips as he let her find her own rhythm, his eyes floating shut as her lips found his neck, letting her send shivers down his spine with her tantalizing kisses. His fingers however, did not miss a beat, and his thumb added into the game, rubbing across her most sensitive spot teasingly before doing it more frequently, dying to get more than a quiet moan out of her.
*
Amy, having never bothered to listen more than she absolutely had to (the time it took to flee the room or block out a voice, for example), was unaware of Linden’s personal mission, and found herself getting quite annoyed- though she wasn’t sure if it was with Linden or herself- that he was getting her worked up so quickly. If he kept it up, she wouldn’t be able to finish the mark she was leaving on him. She wanted everyone to know Linden was otherwise occupied and that they could just strut their skinny, horny butts right back in the direction they’d come from.
“Linden,” she groaned, hips rolling with his hand. She wasn’t sure herself whether it was a groan for him to stop or to keep going, but she had no doubt he’d assume it to be the latter. She had stopped her assault of his neck for fear of biting down too hard. She could feel the familiar pressure building up, and she wasn’t damned well ready for it to happen just yet. Unfortunately, she didn’t have much choice in the matter, her hands choosing to trail down his chest, across the muscles of his stomach and back to that familiar V, dipping down beneath his boxers just in time for another moan of pleasure. “God, Linden.”
