1. Butterfly Swarm


    Date: 9/26/2015, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: puddleduck, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    hair behind her ear, bit her lip and turned into him. “Liam,” she said, “there isn’t a kettle.” * They lay in bed that night, talking. Liam, resourceful and positive as ever, had ferreted out a sheet, duvet and cover from the boxes they'd carted into the hall downstairs. At least they were comfortable. The room was still Spartan and the light from a bright, bare ceiling bulb shone directly above Jenny, casting a sheen on her shoulder-length hair. Liam kissed her hair right where the light reflected on it. He cleared his throat. “You know, Jenny, we need,” he said, “to christen this bedroom.” “Christen?” said Jenny. “You know.” “I don’t.” Jenny’s brow creased in incomprehension. “I’ll spell it out.” Liam pushed himself up on his elbows. “I mean we need to fornicate. Let’s celebrate getting away from your parents.” He grinned, and as he spoke his hands slid purposefully under Jenny’s t-shirt. Jenny said nothing until Liam’s hand cupped her bare breast and his palm slid over her soft nipple, looking to stimulate it. “The light, Liam.” Jenny peered over her specs. “What about it?” “I’m not having the light on with the neighbours peering in, Liam!” Liam grinned again and pulled back. “Always the prude! And they’d be thrilled I reckon,” he teased. “You’re gorgeous and I’m never going to tire of telling you that.” But as he spoke his hand retreated from under her t-shirt, and he slipped out from under the duvet and padded, naked, to flick off the switch by the door. He bounded ...
    back to bed in darkness and drew himself over to Jenny, stationary on her side of the bed. He pulled up her top, returning his access to Jenny’s small boobs. He hungrily lapped at her right-hand nipple with his tongue. Jenny stroked the soft hair at the back of Liam’s head. She tried to appreciate his touch, but she couldn’t and her mood darkened again. Impending marriage was troubling her. It was Liam. Or Liam and her. He was eager to please – even now she could sense him waiting for her moans of approval as he flicked his tongue over her wide, pink nipple – but there was something missing. She wished she knew what. He was licking her again, like an enthusiastic pet. “That's nice,” Jenny said, only aware of how flat her words sounded after they'd left her. His tongue tickled rather than aroused. Jenny sighed, hoping Liam would think it was a moan. She shut her eyes and yet again recited his good points in her head as his tongue trailed wetly across her chest to seek out her other, still soft, nipple. She fed it to him with her right hand. She told herself that he was funny; he was generous; he was kind; he was popular; he was confident; he was successful. She was lucky to have him. She looked down in the darkness and could just make out the top of his mop of hair. Handsome too. So what was the problem? Was she bothered that he was an inch shorter than her? Would she rather he was dark haired rather than blonde? Not really. He did the same things as past boyfriends, more ...
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