Flynn touched one of his elbows to his knees, tilted his body forward, in order to touch the side of his face in his hand, and his hair slid smoothly as he studied me."What is your analysis of me?”I watched him.I knew he was a rich man who tried at all costs to fit into a basic and normal life. I knew he had a heart hurt by the end of the marriage and couldn't find someone who represented more than his ex-wife. I knew that he had only called me to that meeting because I didn't believe that there was anyone in the world to support the bizarre things he found interesting, and that he could believe in even stranger and more alarming things. I knew everything about him. I just still couldn't get his blood type because I didn't know which doctor he was going to. Still, I made an effort to pretend that I knew nothing, or that I had just attacked the superficial of what he was telling me that night. Because I didn't want him to run away. I still had to have him in my hands until he realiz
"Are you cold? " asked Flynn in a protective and worried way. "If you want, we can go back to the car."No, no..." I murmured, shrinking absent-mindedly. "I don't feel cold. Everything is fine.”As if to provoke me or show Flynn that I wasn't being so sincere in everything I said, another night breeze passed us, giving me goosebumps so much that it was difficult to contain the cold panting. He leaned even more against me, and I had a strange feeling. I didn't remember feeling as numb as at that moment, when I received your contact in a promise to bring your warmth to mine. I raised my eyes to Flynn, and noticed that his gaze went down to my half-open lips, and that the hands he held on his lap were moving nervously, as if he was itchy from the desire to touch me.The aura between us that had previously been of an almost flooded embarrassment, was now purely loaded with desires never confessed. I didn't want to admit it, but from the first moment of our message conversations, I felt th
My lips touched his and, while holding against his shoulders, I noticed that he was losing more than he no longer had of self-control from the moment his eyes met mine for the first time, when I spent his shopping at the supermarket, and his intense look and kind and polite expression convinced me that he was the ideal character for any romance.Despite denying to the end that I would also be giving myself on a tray for the feelings and contrasting sensations of my body, it was undeniable that I had become an anxious mass of disconnected sensations under his warm and wide hand that rose to pick up my hair, in the direction of the nape of my neck. I became lascivious and wild, under his strong and big body against me, as he pulled me to meet him, desperately trying to turn our bodies into one through that kiss. And when I let myself be taken to him, his smell that intoxicated me like an animal that has plans to swallow its live prey.I was completely affected by the way your lips moved
And my supplication must have burst some barrier that he still erected against me, because he again captured my lips in his, kissing me with such a desire that I could no longer contain myself in my own bank. I let him hold me in his arms and take me to his own bench, thanking him for the high truck to give me enough space not to hit his head as I approached his lap. Flynn held my ass, spreading his hands, as he dragged me as close as our bodies allowed. I was already more than wet and ready for him, feeling his hands squeezing my ass as they did, and his lips taking everything from me, I didn't feel more than prepared to receive him.I didn't even remember if I was still wearing panties, or if she had disappeared in the middle of so much humidity, but I remember perfectly how hard and prepared Flynn looked when I finally sat where I should. We both panted against the kiss, feeling that our bodies had given themselves totally and much faster than our hearts. He pulled one of his hands
Flynn moaned against my mouth, taking me again on his lips. His kiss became fast, wild, demanding, and I started to move my hips in circular mode. Going down and up. He walked away to look at my face, and I liked to know that he wanted to see how I was riding, because that way he was sure that he wasn't imagining himself with someone else.I let the desire take care of each of my actions. I let myself scratch his skin. And the car began to be covered by our breaths in the windows. The heat in our bodies seemed to exhale, so it didn't take long for us to have the feeling of being in a sauna. My fingers slipped against his skin, and our sweat mixed when I continued to provoke movements against his lap, as our liquids mixed and the world around it stopped to observe.Along with the pleasure, the feeling of pressure was settling within my intimacy, while the penis Flynn went deeper and slid down to my movements. It didn't take long for the pressure to give way, giving way to the delicious
"We went back to the beginning," Flynn said in a hoarse and tired voice.The full moon that was displayed in the dark sky seemed to say that she was very satisfied with the adult movie she had just witnessed. And Flynn should be very exhausted by the way his voice seemed to have been lost somewhere. I had avoided talking until a cold wind got me involved again and I gradually returned to control of my body.I knew he was watching me very carefully, and I didn't let myself be carried away by curiosity to match his look. I had never given myself in that way. Much less in the middle of the street, for those who wanted to see it. Luckily that place was really little frequented. However, I kept thinking about my lack of caution, the way I let him see me in a very vulnerable moment. I didn't like the way I was feeling there, sitting on the curb, as if I were a corner slut.Flynn must have realized that my expression was not friendly at all, and he decided to do the only thing that would lea
The role of a naive girl has become too difficult to continue playing, and I found myself thinking that maybe if Flynn Ashton knew my true personality he wouldn't act like the others. Maybe he had no reason to leave me if he understood that we were very similar. I didn't know what else I should do there. I was very affected by my feelings, and I didn't know how I would make that night happen again, although I was also afraid that this would happen, because I didn't know if I could keep holding me so much so as not to let myself be carried away by the sensations that Flynn provoked to my body.My plan from the beginning was to pretend that I was a silly and insecure girl for Flynn to show me who he really was, before I even had the chance to get attached and break my heart. I wanted to know how long it would take for him to just disappear and pretend he never met me. I wanted to make sure I still couldn't think of anyone but my ex-boyfriend. However, I was there, sitting in the middle
And I thought that when he was silent, looking closely at the outside, that he was really willing to change the subject. However, I caught him throwing surprised and question-laden glances in my direction. I kept all the desires to match his attention and occupied myself with the view outside the window, the streets that were full of people looking for fun and that of the square that began to come into focus as he parked below a large tree that shook its branches according to the force of the cold wind."Do you know what pressure that is? "He asked suddenly, as he opened the car door for me to climb on the sidewalk around the square. "Do you know how happily I feel pressured?”" With what?”"That I'm on a date with a writer, of course," he said, putting the subject back on the agenda. I grumbled, but he took my hand in yours again to convince me to listen to him. "It's, really, Tasha. You don't know the pressure it is to know that anything I say tonight will be in some dialogue in a b