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kippurcritiquesbadbooksSome Choice Bits from Chapter Twenty.
Nothing here is analyzed because I know nothing about sex except for what my mother told me and usually when she did that I'd put my hands over my ears and go "Lalalalalala"
Also, there's nothing to analyze.
I held them both in my hands. When I'd first tried to play with them both at the same time, I'd found that I couldn't do it. I couldn't concentrate on both hands equally, and when you've got a handful of the most delicate bits on a man's body, you want to be able to concentrate. But practice makes perfect, and I could do it now. I could hold each of them in my hand and stroke and play with them. I'd finally found something I was ambidextrous at.
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I wrapped my hands around them, and raised my mouth up to slide over Jean-Claude's body. He was as small as he got, loose and delicate. It always amazed me how something so small could become so large. Nothing on my body could change so much- maybe that's why it fascinated me. I loved the texture when a man was totally soft. Until we shared blood, I could roll that soft, soft flesh around my mouth, suck on it all. Normally I would have tried to draw his testicles into my mouth, too, but with both my hands busy, I didn't dare. Too delicate a work to risk, when I wasn't sure I could concentrate on it all. I rolled my hands up and down Micah and Nathaniel's bodies while I sucked on Jean-Claude, drawing him harder and faster, over and over, glorying in the fact that I could take all of him without a struggle. Like this, it was all sensation. I could roll and flick and suck with my mouth and tongue, able to do things with his body that I could never have done wit him erect.
*coughs* Floppy Penis! Floppy Penis! Floppy, floppy, floppy penis! >.>
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He crawled until I could see him. He just looked at me with those chartreuse eyes. His face mad no demands, but his body spoke for him, so hard, so eager. "You, inside me."
"We've never done this without the ardeur," he said.
"I know," I said.
He gave me a look, then he smiled, and crawled back down along the bed.
"Suck me while he does it." It was more a command than a request, but I'd work so long and hard to have Nathaniel that commanding anywhere in his life. Hard to bitch about it now. Besides, he was so temptingly close, so hard, so ready. I had to mound pillows up, a little higher, to get the angle we needed.
I felt the bed adjust, a moment before fingers slipped inside me. Two searching, slender fingers. Those fingers found that certain spot, and began to flick back and fourth, back and forth, faster and faster, until the feeling threw my head back, and tore a scream from me. There were other men who could do that to me, but no one else was that quick at it. I knew who it was, before I looked past Nathaniel's body to seen Jean-Claude kneeling between my thighs. His eyes had bled to solid blue light.
First, it sounds like Jean-Claude is hitting her prostate gland (even though it's probably her G-Spot) but that's probably because I've been reading too much slash. Second eyes that bleed to solid blue light can't be healthy at all.
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He shoved more of his hand inside me in one quick motion, and that brought me, too. He'd work me until my body would give orgasms like a gift, so wet, so excited, so thick, so tight, swollen with pleasure.
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Jean-Claude raised his mouth off me. His mouth was smeared with my blood, and his body was hard and ready, full of my blood, so he could pleasure my body, and his. He usually started out slow for intercourse, but tonight he,like Micah, had done his slow. He was suddenly above me, he up on his arms like a push-up, but his lower body didn't stay up. He thrust into me as hard and fast as I'd ever felt him, and I could watch every thrust as he moved in and out of me. Three strokes, five, and he brought me. I thrust my hips up to meet his, writhing underneath him. He brought me twice more, before I felt him begin to lose the rhythm of it, and with one last thrust he spilled himself inside of me. He stayed above me, holding himself on his shaking arms, while he gazed down at me, lips open, fighting for breath. He normally collapsed on top of me afterward, but my chest was covered in Micah's juice. It was already growing thinner, beginning to trickle down my sides like icing melting in the heat.
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I came to myself panting, double-visioned, and found [Nathaniel's] body back in the same rhythm. He kept going in and out of me, as if he could do it all night. He damn near could. He brought me again, and this time I would my upper body him, pressed our chests together, dug claws into his back. He pressed his upper body against me, putting his upper chest against my mouth, while his body kept pumping away. I knew what he wanted, and I gave it to him. I bit him, bit him until I tasted blood. I held his upper body against mine, so that he wouldn't jerk away and cause me to hurt him more than I planned. My mouth filled with blood, and his rhythm faltered, pleasure he could fight off all night, but pain, pain would bring him faster.
But he brought me again first, and I tore my mouth away from his body, so I didn't bite him too much. I turned my face to the side, and screamed. I wrapped my legs around his body, locked my heels at the top of his ass, and pinned him to me, so he couldn't get the rhythm he wanted.
He raised himself up on hands and knees, with me clinging to the front of his body, He crawled us both to the head of the bed, and used one hand on my ass, and the other on the head board, to lift me up, and put my back against the headboard. His voice came in a strangled whisper. "I want to move more." And he did, he moved in and out of me, over and over and over while I clung to him with my arms and legs. He brought me again, and again, and finally one more time, and then he asked, "Please, please."
Some nights he liked to beg before I said yes, but tonight I didn't think either of us could stand much more. I whispered it against the sweet smell of his neck, "Yes, go, go, go inside more. God, go, please!"
He stopped trying for rhythm and thrust inside me as hard and fast as he could. Be brought me again; I dug my nails into his shoulders and back, and he finally thrust up inside me. Thrust as far and hard as he could. He stayed like that for a heartbeat, forever, then he slumped lower on his knees, while I still clung to him.
For count, in the chapter, she's orgasmed at least, at least thirteen times and the guys about three.
Nothing here is analyzed because I know nothing about sex except for what my mother told me and usually when she did that I'd put my hands over my ears and go "Lalalalalala"
Also, there's nothing to analyze.
I held them both in my hands. When I'd first tried to play with them both at the same time, I'd found that I couldn't do it. I couldn't concentrate on both hands equally, and when you've got a handful of the most delicate bits on a man's body, you want to be able to concentrate. But practice makes perfect, and I could do it now. I could hold each of them in my hand and stroke and play with them. I'd finally found something I was ambidextrous at.
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I wrapped my hands around them, and raised my mouth up to slide over Jean-Claude's body. He was as small as he got, loose and delicate. It always amazed me how something so small could become so large. Nothing on my body could change so much- maybe that's why it fascinated me. I loved the texture when a man was totally soft. Until we shared blood, I could roll that soft, soft flesh around my mouth, suck on it all. Normally I would have tried to draw his testicles into my mouth, too, but with both my hands busy, I didn't dare. Too delicate a work to risk, when I wasn't sure I could concentrate on it all. I rolled my hands up and down Micah and Nathaniel's bodies while I sucked on Jean-Claude, drawing him harder and faster, over and over, glorying in the fact that I could take all of him without a struggle. Like this, it was all sensation. I could roll and flick and suck with my mouth and tongue, able to do things with his body that I could never have done wit him erect.
*coughs* Floppy Penis! Floppy Penis! Floppy, floppy, floppy penis! >.>
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He crawled until I could see him. He just looked at me with those chartreuse eyes. His face mad no demands, but his body spoke for him, so hard, so eager. "You, inside me."
"We've never done this without the ardeur," he said.
"I know," I said.
He gave me a look, then he smiled, and crawled back down along the bed.
"Suck me while he does it." It was more a command than a request, but I'd work so long and hard to have Nathaniel that commanding anywhere in his life. Hard to bitch about it now. Besides, he was so temptingly close, so hard, so ready. I had to mound pillows up, a little higher, to get the angle we needed.
I felt the bed adjust, a moment before fingers slipped inside me. Two searching, slender fingers. Those fingers found that certain spot, and began to flick back and fourth, back and forth, faster and faster, until the feeling threw my head back, and tore a scream from me. There were other men who could do that to me, but no one else was that quick at it. I knew who it was, before I looked past Nathaniel's body to seen Jean-Claude kneeling between my thighs. His eyes had bled to solid blue light.
First, it sounds like Jean-Claude is hitting her prostate gland (even though it's probably her G-Spot) but that's probably because I've been reading too much slash. Second eyes that bleed to solid blue light can't be healthy at all.
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He shoved more of his hand inside me in one quick motion, and that brought me, too. He'd work me until my body would give orgasms like a gift, so wet, so excited, so thick, so tight, swollen with pleasure.
-------
Jean-Claude raised his mouth off me. His mouth was smeared with my blood, and his body was hard and ready, full of my blood, so he could pleasure my body, and his. He usually started out slow for intercourse, but tonight he,like Micah, had done his slow. He was suddenly above me, he up on his arms like a push-up, but his lower body didn't stay up. He thrust into me as hard and fast as I'd ever felt him, and I could watch every thrust as he moved in and out of me. Three strokes, five, and he brought me. I thrust my hips up to meet his, writhing underneath him. He brought me twice more, before I felt him begin to lose the rhythm of it, and with one last thrust he spilled himself inside of me. He stayed above me, holding himself on his shaking arms, while he gazed down at me, lips open, fighting for breath. He normally collapsed on top of me afterward, but my chest was covered in Micah's juice. It was already growing thinner, beginning to trickle down my sides like icing melting in the heat.
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I came to myself panting, double-visioned, and found [Nathaniel's] body back in the same rhythm. He kept going in and out of me, as if he could do it all night. He damn near could. He brought me again, and this time I would my upper body him, pressed our chests together, dug claws into his back. He pressed his upper body against me, putting his upper chest against my mouth, while his body kept pumping away. I knew what he wanted, and I gave it to him. I bit him, bit him until I tasted blood. I held his upper body against mine, so that he wouldn't jerk away and cause me to hurt him more than I planned. My mouth filled with blood, and his rhythm faltered, pleasure he could fight off all night, but pain, pain would bring him faster.
But he brought me again first, and I tore my mouth away from his body, so I didn't bite him too much. I turned my face to the side, and screamed. I wrapped my legs around his body, locked my heels at the top of his ass, and pinned him to me, so he couldn't get the rhythm he wanted.
He raised himself up on hands and knees, with me clinging to the front of his body, He crawled us both to the head of the bed, and used one hand on my ass, and the other on the head board, to lift me up, and put my back against the headboard. His voice came in a strangled whisper. "I want to move more." And he did, he moved in and out of me, over and over and over while I clung to him with my arms and legs. He brought me again, and again, and finally one more time, and then he asked, "Please, please."
Some nights he liked to beg before I said yes, but tonight I didn't think either of us could stand much more. I whispered it against the sweet smell of his neck, "Yes, go, go, go inside more. God, go, please!"
He stopped trying for rhythm and thrust inside me as hard and fast as he could. Be brought me again; I dug my nails into his shoulders and back, and he finally thrust up inside me. Thrust as far and hard as he could. He stayed like that for a heartbeat, forever, then he slumped lower on his knees, while I still clung to him.
For count, in the chapter, she's orgasmed at least, at least thirteen times and the guys about three.
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