mf sexless gothic

When he opened the door, she walked into his room and slapped his face,
angrily. She wanted to see a reaction from him whose face had been so
impenetrable, so inexpressive, when during the past weeks she had
desperately been looking into his face for a sign of tenderness, of desire.
Hanging out with their group of mutual friends, she'd smile at him just a
little more than she did to the others, knowing her face lit up beautifully
when she did so. She'd turned on her charm and wit to the highest level,
teasing him, and she just knew that he enjoyed their verbal jousts just as
much as she did.
"Hi, babe," she'd smile cheerfully, even though it was eight o'clock in the
morning, as she'd plop down beside him in multimedia-art class.
"Hey," he'd say without enthusiasm in his soft voice, like she wasn't a
member of his group of close friends. She knew he wasn't always this
contained. He laughed like a hyena when he found something hilarious, funny
in itself coming from such a strong, quiet-looking type. People aren't
always how they appear, she knew all too well. Though not at all frequently,
she'd seen him in hyper moods, talking endlessly, joking, letting out his
hilarious hyena laugh.
"What're you pokin' with your pencil?" she asked teasingly, watching him
tapping the eraser against the arm rest impatiently while they waited for
the professor to arrive.
"Oh, I do lots of pokin', especially at night," he answered with a slight
smile.
"Oh, you mean with that tiny, tiny pencil?" she pointed to the often
sharpened, worn down pencil in his hand.
"You know what they say, the smaller the pencil, the bigger the..." he said,
deadpan.
She giggled.
Sure, they'd had a lot of great conversations, and he made her laugh all the
time. Though he rarely laughed, she could see the smile in his eyes and he'd
always take her verbal bait. But, romantically-- "Does he find me
attractive?" she wondered. She was getting angry, a little offended at that.
"He wants me, I know it, he just won't show it! Bastard!" She knew there was
emotion and passion behind that smooth exterior. She longed to break down
that facade, drawing out a passion that she just knew would exceed other
men's. At least for her. So now she was determined to confront him once and
for all. His imperturbable face maddened her. She slapped him again, this
time harder, hoping to make his cheek blood red, hoping it hurt.
Unexpectedly, he grabbed her painfully by the upper arm, pulling her toward
him, and grabbed the back of her head to push her lips against his in
passionate kisses. Her lips reached eagerly for his, and she could feel her
body pulsing with heat and desire now that she finally had him after weeks
of dreaming about him. She was astonished by his incredible vehemence as he
kissed her with unrestrained fervor, repeatedly, as if he were declaring his
love for her again and again. She withdrew her lips to take one of his
earlobes in her mouth and he gasped as he felt her tender lips running over
his sensitive ear. He paused for a moment, caressing her cheek softly, and
she was surprised by the uncharacteristically tender look in his eyes.
She loved it. But he ran his hand almost cruelly down her shoulder, down
over one of her breasts, and she drew in her breath involuntarily as he felt
over an erect nipple peeping through her thin cotton top. As his firm lips
grabbed for hers his hand continued down over the hipbone jutting out of her
slender body, reached around and pulled her against his pelvis, where she
could feel the hard bulge in his jeans against her pubic bone. His breathing
was audible. Without a word he pulled her to his bed, shoved her down on her
back, and pulled her blouse off. Unclasping her lace bra to release her
breasts, he bent down to lick the tips of her erect nipples, so lightly that
they tickled deliciously, again and again, until she had to grab the bed
sheet beneath her with both hands unable to stand the sensation. In the
meanwhile, he ran his hands up and down her body, exploring every curve, and
she could feel the unyielding knob behind the fabric of his jeans rubbing
urgently against her knee. As she held him tightly she imagined his rigid,
sharp cock deeply penetrating her very soft cunt, caressing her inside, and
she arched her back with anticipation and desire. He stopped for a moment to
take off his shirt, and looked down at her body.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered. He bent back down to kiss her, his
muscled bare chest rubbing sensuously against her nipples, shoving his
tongue in between her lips, forcing it down deep into her mouth, caressing
her tongue. His kisses were amazing, his lips strongly grasping hers,
caressing again and again, making her shiver. Again he bent down to her
nipples, took one in his soft mouth, and ran his tongue smoothly over the
tip. At the same time, he put one finger on the tip of the other nipple and
made small circles. She sighed with pleasure as she felt goose bumps rise
under his wandering hands and tongue. She ran her hands over his dark, soft
skin, feeling the muscles on his shoulders and back. He unzipped her
tight-fitting jeans and slipped them along with her underwear down her legs.
She could feel the cool air of the room rush along her naked body. Spreading
her legs as wide as possible, he knelt to kiss her foot passionately and
went up her leg feeling it with his tongue and lips.
His soft, urgent lips on her skin, she anticipated the feeling of his lips
and tongue on her sensitive places, her muscles tightening. She could not
believe this luxurious love-making was happening. He slinked up, caressing
her skin, and made her gasp when he unexpectedly plunged his tongue deeply
into her cunt, going out and in again. As her clit swelled, he gave it long,
slow licks, and then started to slick his tongue across it more and more
quickly, and she was amazed by the silkiness of the wonderful sensation, her
tension building up. Faster and faster. She didn't want it to end, but he
did, only to grasp the clitoris in his mouth, sucking on it while flicking
his tongue fast across it. Her breaths quickened, and the muscles in her
cunt tightened. She wanted to scream. When he subsided, she attacked him,
pushing him onto his back, kissing him hard and passionately on the lips,
wanting to suffocate him. In the meanwhile, she unzipped his jeans and
pulled them down his smooth, strong legs. After running her hand along the
bulge in his underwear to tease him a bit, she pulled at the elastic and
then pulled it down his legs. She grabbed his erect cock and ran her hand up
and down its length. Then her lips reached back up to his eager ones, as she
pushed her clit down against the tip of his cock, and he moved it up and
down pushing it against her clit. It felt so good. She wanted the hardness
of it penetrating her, burying itself deep inside her. But she delayed it
for a while, because the desire always feels as good as the having, if not
more delicious. She kissed him deeply on his sensitive neck, then lower and
lower, down his muscled chest, down to his soft furry belly, where she
lingered, feeling the soft hair against her cheek, then down to his hard
erect cock. Grabbing it tightly at the base, she licked it, teasing it all
around with her soft tongue, then lifted it to shove it into her mouth, and
sucked it deeply. He moved his hips to control the rate of its sliding into
and out of her soft mouth. She loved the hardness of his cock, and the soft
smoothness of the skin. She could hear his raspy breathing, and it turned
her on more. She wanted his hard cock deep and hard inside her down there.
When she stopped licking and sucking, he pushed her onto her back, and bent
over her to lick the tips of her erect nipples, lightly but passionately,
running his hands up and down her smooth body, then down to rub her clit,
pushing two fingers into her cunt viciously again and again. She wanted him
so much, and her breaths quickened. Finally, he shifted his position between
her legs already spread wide for his entrance, her knees raised, but the tip
of his cock just pushed a little at the opening of her cunt as he continued
to kiss her lips hard and passionately. Feeling the pressure of the hard tip
so close to where she wanted it, her desire mounted, and she pushed her hips
toward his cock, but he backed up, keeping the tip of his cock pushed just
against the entrance. "How badly do you want me to fuck you?" he whispered.
Suddenly, making her gasp, he pushed the hard, sharp cock fast into her
soft, juicy cunt, going in smoothly, and then he quickly slid it all the way
out. She let out a long sigh of excitement. She'd fantasized about having
him inside her for so long, and now he was finally hers. She lifted her hips
to take him in again, and her cunt burned with desire for the rigid, pointed
shaft to slide inside again. But he made her wait as she sweated, and then
penetrated her again. Although she was tight, the lubrication inside made
the slide in smooth, and it felt so good. Again, he slid his cock out
completely, driving her crazy with desire. ""I want you so much," she
breathed.
But he stopped again for a second, and then made another entrance into her
with his rock-hard erection. Not able to withhold his own desire, he started
to pump into her very hard, making her gasp and jerking her whole body up
with each thrust. He bent his head down to caress her lips with his, and the
combination of the sensations drove them almost blind. Again and again his
hard cock slid in and out, and each slide caressed a delicious place
somewhere inside her. She breathed hard with each thrust, and his breathing
rasped against his throat. His cock felt so hard and sharp, penetrating
deeply into her cunt. He went fast, and she raised her hips to meet him to
make his cock go in even further, grabbing him tightly with her arms,
feeling a wave of desire to be one with him. She didn't want it to end. He
kissed her hard and urgently, caressing each of her full red lips and grazed
a sensitive nipple with one finger. Her breaths came fast, uncontrollably,
and on her face she could feel his heavy breaths. He slammered fast and
hard, faster and faster, until his breath stopped and his face contorted,
his throat squeaking with the tension as he climaxed. She could feel him
pumping his last as he came, and it turned her on so much that she came too,
a delicious wave throughout her body. He let out a breath of release and
relaxed, but continued to slide in and out, until his cock became soft
again.
He lay exhausted, covered with sweat, on the bed beside her, putting his
arms around her body tightly. "Te quiero," he said. "I always have. You have
no idea how long I've wanted you, how much you mean to me."