The Written Tapestry

Drew whined softly as their lips parts, opening his eyes to gaze at her. His breathing grew somewhat heavy as she rolled her hips against him. This time a small but audible moan escaped him, though not exactly on purpose. He spoke in a low and soft tone, "Look at me, Tasha..." One hand cupped her cheek while the other decided to rest just off of her backside.

Tasha couldn't help shuddering again when he moaned. So apparently he was noisy. Fuck. When his hand rose to cup her cheek again, the heat returned to her face and might even be noticeable. Swallowing hard, she slowly opened her eyes to look at him, the shaking moving from just her hands throughout her entire body now. "...yes?"

Drew felt the heat rushing back to her face as he cupped her cheek, though he was focused only on her eyes. Those big beautiful brown eyes. FUCK. He couldn't bare to look away. "Your eyes are beautiful..." A genuine smile formed on his face, though it was quickly followed by him biting his lip. A particularly strong wave of pleasure washed through him, causing him to shutter noticeably. She apparently knew how to move just right. He gently squeezed her backside as her hips rocked back and forth.

Tasha followed suit with the biting of the lip when he spoke of her eyes. "...are not." His reaction to her though was putting her on edge, and the shaking became perhaps a bit too visible for her liking. Her breath now coming in short little shudders, she broke his gaze, fighting back a whimper as he squeezed her backside. "...you...forgot your...game..."

Drew felt her shudder against him, sending yet another wave of pleasure throughout his body. Something about this girl just set him off in the best way possible. He responded as best he could. "Are to..." He moved both of his hands and rested them on her lower back, slowly reaching underneath her shirt and grazing her skin as he moved upward. He offered her a smirk as he spoke. "I've got plenty to play with right here..."

Tasha stiffened further when she felt his hands move under her shirt and jacket and brush against her skin. His touch was like a wild fire, sending little prickles of electric heat up her spine and roaring through her belly. "...are...n-not..." She choked out the last word, swallowing again as he smirked at her. Assuming she knew what was going to come next, her unsteady hands reached up to unzip her jacket and pull it off, tossing it aside. Freed from it, her hands turned down to the hem of her shirt and began to pull it up.

Drew smiled as she struggled to get her words out, turning into a light chuckle. "You need to stop trying to talk." He watched as she removed her jacket, eyes widening slightly as he realized what was about to happen. Though he didn't miss a beat, helping her pull up her shirt and tossing it aside dramatically. Immediately his lips found there way to her midsection, kissing her soft skin and allowing his tongue to explore her ever so lightly. An idle hand moved from her back and rested on her breast, most likely covered by a bra? Maybe not? Naughty?

Tasha simply nodded and did just that. No more talking, at least for now. The second her shirt was off, her jaw set to keep from letting any noises out, though they obviously WANTED out. With his lips and tongue exploring her skin, she was red all the way down, her temperature rising rapidly. Both hands slipped behind her back to unhook the bra that kept his hand from finding the breast he'd seemed interested in touching. With it slid off, her breathing silenced and her color drained. She didn't look at him, didn't make any move, just simply shook visibly as if she'd been left out in the freezing rain too long.

Drew was close to becoming lost in her, but as he touched her skin he noticed just how much she was shaking. Though he yearned to caress, lick, and nibble her breasts...he stopped himself. Looking up at her with loving eyes, he warmly smiled and pulled her body close to his. Embracing her gently, feeling her body shake against him. He rubbed her back in a soothing circular motion with one hand, while the other ran through her hair.

Tasha seemed surprised when he pulled her in close and wrapped his arms around her, all sexual desire and action apparently halted right then and there. Frowning against his shoulder, she gripped his shirt tightly and held on as if for dear life. A million thoughts sped through her mind. "...did I do something wrong?" Her voice was quiet, but audible, the color slowly seeping back into her skin as he caressed her soothingly.

Drew shook his head as she spoke to him. "Of course not...you're just shaking." He paused as he pulled her off of him and kissed her on the lips once more. "I wanted to help you feel better..." Though as he said this, his hand couldn't help but wander up and caress her breast softly. The very feeling sending shivers down his spine. He continued to keep his gaze locked on her as his finger lightly teased against her nipple.

Tasha whimpered softly when he pulled her away, but quickly quieted when his lips found her's. Taking in small little breaths between their lips, she nodded. "...I'm...okay..." The sudden feeling of his hand on her breast, his finger teasing her nipple brought a sudden tension to her entire body accompanied by a sharp gasp. Her grip relaxed on his shirt, only to tighten on his shoulder as she fought off the sudden wave of dizziness. "...I've...I've never done this..."

Drew 's hand continued to explore her breasts, playfully teasing and tugging along the way. He looked directly into her eyes as she admitted her truth. He offered her a warm, understanding smile. "Neither have I. It's okay though...just go with what your body is feeling." Shortly after, he would press his lips against her chest, kissing her tenderly. Eventually his tongue emerged and began licking and teasing her breasts. Wrapping around her nipples and sucking on them gently.

Tasha seemed surprised when he admitted the same to her, a tiny bit of her nervousness diminishing. "...oh. Well...if you're...sure..." The second his tongue found her nipple, she threw her head back and moaned deeply, thrusting her hips against his lap. Her nails dug into his shoulder, gently at first and then slowly with more hunger. A moment later, she reached down and cupped his face, yanking him away from her breast and back to her lips. The second she had him there and was sucking furiously at his bottom lip, her hands gripping both shoulders tightly and slammed him back against the futon.

Drew had a look of surprise on his face when she yanked him away from her chest. Though a small moan escaped him as she began sucking on his bottom lip. His eyes opened wide as he was slammed against the futon. His hands found themselves trying to desperately unbutton her pants while she kissed him.

Tasha was urged on by the small little sound that came from the boy below her. When his fingers began fumbling with her pants, her own slipped under his shirt and up his abdomen to his bare chest, caressing and fondling with all the need of the girl above him. Once she felt the button of her pants pop open, she squirmed to help him get them off of her.

Drew quickly helped her remove his t-shirt, tossing it aside while leaning in for another kiss. Tossing her pants aside, he then worked to unbutton his own. As he unbuttoned them, he pulled them down enough for his arousal to finally break free. It rubbing up against her panties wantingly. The soft fabric and closeness to her made him shiver and quake. "Oh god..." he murmured as his hands pressed down against her backside.

Tasha was completely lost in him the moment his shirt was off. Even as her pants were tossed aside and he was working to remove his own, her lips and tongue were tracing fire along his bared chest, up his shoulders and along his neck. Once his arousal was free and she felt it press against the fabric of her panties, she shuddered and wrapped her arms around him, squeezing him close. "...I want you."

Drew couldnt stop himself from moaning deeply as her tongue danced along his skin. He felt completely lost in her. As she spoke those words, he couldn't help but chuckle. "You already have me, Tasha." Though he would try to surprise her by taking his hand and reaching to move her panties to the side, exposing her lips to his cock as they rubbed together. "Now just what do you want to do with me..." He smirked up at her playfully.

Tasha groaned softly when she heard him chuckle, her hands sliding freely down his back, caressing every inch of skin she could find. Another wave of tension and dizziness shot through her when she felt his hand so close to her, moving her panties aside. The second the head of his cock touched her lips, she began to shake again, pulling back to look down at him. The smirk on his face brought a growl from her throat, and she nodded. Leaning in close, her tongue flicked out across his lips. "...don't be gentle when you break me..."