I've Never...

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the words left her mouth, but the scarf
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the words left her mouth, but the scarf
 silenced any hesitation she had--
 the bite of palmed flesh snapping
 and sliding across bonded wrists and
 crossed ankles.

I've never-
 "I know," the smile met his eyes
 and she trembled beneath another smack
 and muffled sounding shock, "but you will."

 her breath roughly twisted with her body,
 turned to stare into him as
 coal black pupils bore themselves
 lovingly, masterfully, into her memory.

 her baby blues flashed in
 apprehension as he bit down,
 lobe between teeth and
 the air shook between them-
 fingers grasp cheek, brought firmly
 to attention.

 wickedly grinning, he readied himself
 as her eyes widened and he slid the cover
 from her trembling lips.

 "I want to see you," he growled,
 tilting her head, sweat-pressed face to face,
 he ordered, "I want to hear you."

 she moaned, bestial and ecstatic
 as no more warning offered
 and he pushed without pause,
 completely within-- stretching never-traveled
 territory; elated at her escaping squeal.

 she tried to breath and still shuddering
 thighs but he struck again, off guard and
 stole all air she gasped for-
 the stretch and pull, pushing, needing, wanting.

 a desperate desire lit from between
 quivering legs that locked tightly
 around him; he dropped her back,
 hands planted firmly at each knee.

 opening her wide, he took his time.
 one hard stroke followed by another,
 slow yet agonizing, strong;
 they came each time her
 undecided pleading sounded softer-

 until finally she succumbed to yes's and more's,
 laced with high pitched calling
 to he who took her here.

 unbound, she wrapped her arms around the
 the heavy-breathed boy, taking his lip between
 her grin, whispering in her eager awakening,
 "again."

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