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Post by Johnny Wood on Apr 26, 2009 23:02:58 GMT -5
She doesn't mean a thing, he kept repeating to himself. They were easy words to say and to think, but not so easy to feel. The way static stabbed at his body each time she grabbed him at one of his sweet spots proved that she had some effect, and the way his manhood was beginning to become uncomfortable within his jeans proved that she had some kind of control. Even from the day he had met her, their relationship had been an ugly one filled with a fake kind of hate and a hoax kind of love. The wisest decision that either of them ever could have made would be to avoid one another. Give their bodies and minds, tired from the quick insults, a rest. They would never allow each other that kind of peace.
He hadn't felt the touch of her pink tongue in so long, it seemed almost like a relief at this point. Her fingers embedded in his hair forced his scalp to tingle with pain, yet he gripped at her small body in a silent beg for her to pull harder. The nails of the hand not hidden beneath her shirt dragged across her thigh exposed by the skirt she wore. The tire swing slowly rocked and twisted with their movements, their mouths meshed together, making soft, wet noises. Within moments, she had broken away to begin a chain of kisses across his chiseled jawline and down his neck, and his nails dug in further. "You're a fucking dirty whore." He muttered through clenched teeth, his jeans disturbed by a thick bulge by this point. He made her aware of it but lifting his hips into her, grinding against the back of her thighs.
His earlobe stung from her bite, but he had no room for a word of complaint before her lips crashed back to his own. He took them hungrily, hand fishing out through the top of her shirt and grabbing a good handful of her hair. He felt her fingers at the button of his jeans, and his lips tore from hers to glare meanly into her eyes. Johnny's hand glided along her inner thigh, the flesh warm with want. He pushed aside the folds of her skirt and maneuvered his fingers underneath her moist panties. One finger entered her quickly and without warning, and a sly grin overtook his lips as he felt her inner walls spasm and press against all sides of his finger. He curled his digit inside her in a 'come here' motion as he allowed her to undo his pants and slip a hand inside. His hips reacted, lifting upward until his member, enclosed in boxers, brushed against her eager palm.
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Post by Isabella Castellona on Apr 26, 2009 23:33:39 GMT -5
Bella may not mean a thing to his heart but she meant something to his body. Already she could feel the stiffness in his jeans and the tenseness of his body. They had always had sexual tension and now it seemed to be exploding out at once. All the built up passion and lust and hatred boiling over and into this one moment. She didn't mind how ugly there past was all she wanted was that passion that had been there the first time they had sex. He'd been rough, but Johnny was always rough with her, and that roughness only fueled the fire that kept her going. She hated that he treated her so badly but yet she loved it in a sick masochistic way that didn't make sense. As long as she kept at it with Johnny, kept thinking about him or talking about him, Bella would always have a burning in her thoughts. A reason to do well just to prove him wrong and a reason to put him in bed again. She knew now that they would always throw insults at each other when they were together but she knew it was just as likely that this would happen again.
She felt his hands tighten around her frame and she reacted by tightening her grip. Wrapping more and more of his hair with in her thin hands. When he drug his nails across her thigh she whimpered softly her hips bucking as a shiver ran down the inside of her legs. The squeaks of the tire swing only seemed to egg her on, forcing her to press her body even closer. She knew that there was only one way to get closer than they were now and she wanted him to work for it this time. She wasn't going to let him get away so easily, she was stable minded this time and she wanted him to beg. When he spoke her eyes narrowed and she bit him harder on the neck. Sucking at the flesh and then tugging against it. "I am not a whore." She growled from the back of her throat and then gasping softly as his hips hit hers, it came as a shock and she instantly forgot his words.
As his hands wrapped through her curls Bella closed her eyes her mouth opening to let out a hitched breath. When his lips pulled back she met his gaze firmly, her large eyes narrowing once more in determination. His hand distracted her once again, feeling the rough flesh guide against her own soft thigh was something she had missed. She could feel him push away the black lace of her thong but the thrust of his finger came as a shock. "J-Johnny." She managed to gasp before crushing her lips to his jaw line once more. As he curled his finger inside of her she bucked her hips into the movement, digging them into his hand longingly. Her own hand grazed against the thin cotton of his boxers and when his hips moved upward she slipped it beneath the thin material. Her nails drug against the hard member and then wrapped tightly around it, moving up as she ground her hips in a circle against his body.
Her lips and teeth moved lower as she curled her back over him, kissing his jaw line and then his collar bone. The hand that wasn't rubbing against his man hood dropped from his hair to pull his own free hand towards her. She slid it beneath her shirt and over her bare breasts. Bella wasn't wearing a bra tonight, she hadn't expected to see anyone and she especially hadn't expected to see Johnny, but the convenience of it now was perfect. She pressed his hand against her chest harshly before letting her hand slide down his arm and rake back up his chest. Bella lifted her chin once more to kiss his lips hungrily before she pulled away. "Harder." The word was whispered, ragged with tension. She wanted him to be rough with her tonight, she was tired of being treated like a glass doll and she knew Johnny would be the one to change that.
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Post by Johnny Wood on May 20, 2009 19:28:29 GMT -5
Johnny was no stranger to heavy petting and mindless fornication. His body had endured the bite of feminine nails and pearly teeth many a day before. He was used to all of these things, but he had to admit, Isabella was really having an effect on him. His breath was coming out ragged and hot against the flesh of her cheek and neck as she kissed him all over. He was fidgeting a bit, groaning and biting back his own desires and he forced himself not to lose control and pin her to the grass beneath them. If it was anything, he hated when a woman had more composure than he did. Johnny was plenty relieved to hear and feel Bella's lust and eagerness pouring off her. The way she gripped at him, drove her hips against his body, certainly told him that they were neck and neck. By the looks of it, they were going to make the same damn mistake they had all that time ago.
A smug grin parted his lips in the moments that they were unoccupied by Isabella's mouth. Lovely tingles spread through his arm as his finger embedded inside her womanhood. He curled it within her again and again, watching her squirm and beg. She bucked into his hand, and Johnny brought his finger out, just to the tip, before slowly easing it back in and listen to her noises. He continued this until he felt her thin hand slip beneath the fabric of his boxers, and her nails drag across his sensitive skin. He jolted a bit, thigh muscles tensing as he felt a bit of pain, which was quickly soothed by the smoothness of her palm. Her hand encased him, and motions of her wrist were sending pleasure throughout his loins. Johnny hardened to an even fuller extent within her hand, and he tugged at her hair with each throb that overcame his manhood.
He was a bit surprised by her forcefulness as Bella grabbed at his hand and pressed it against one of her exposed breasts. He had noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra long before, when he had slithered a hand underneath her shirt. Quickly, his palm and fingers molded over the sweet mounds on her chest. At her request towards his hand that was working down below, Johnny thrusted his finger into her at a faster and harder pace. His thumb brushed over her nipple several times before his fingers tugged her shirt upward and his mouth replaced where his hand had been. His tongue skated over the darker, more sensitive flesh at the tip of her breasts, all the while his fingers pleasing her where another part of him should be.
Johnny hissed impatiently, bucking into her hand to encourage her fingers to work more vigorously, her hand to pump faster. But then again, none of this was satisfying him. He needed much more, and this foreplay was beginning to burn lustful holes in his flesh. Impatiently, he removed his finger so that he could pull her thong down her thighs. He pushed the folds of his undone pants away, exposing her hand and what it held. Their kisses stopped for a moment in time for Johnny to give Isabella a demanding stare.
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Post by Isabella Castellona on May 20, 2009 21:01:18 GMT -5
Bella had once been a stranger to it. And then she had not been a stranger to it. When she was younger she had dabbled in drugs and drinking and then sex. Becoming the village slut for quite sometime. She had the look down pat. The big innocent blue eyes and the crooked mischevious smile and the Italian curves. Even when she was at her smallest she still was a curvy thing, tiny waist and large hips. Then Jenn died and she stopped the sex and stuck to the drugs. When the drugs eventually stopped she had Finn, he was so different from Johnny. After they made love he would cradle her in his arms and whisper sweet nothings in her ear. And then she met the wicked boy from the cliff. That was when she was re-introduced to what sex was. Vicious hateful purely physical sex. He had made her want it, made her work for it. That was over now, she wouldn't let him walk over her again.
He was good at this. Her stomach was turning into nots and her body was trembling. She didn't realize he had this much of an effect on her, making her squirm and shudder into his grip. With each movement goosebumps would rise over her arms and legs. Her hand tightened as a reaction, fingers grazing over the warm flesh within her hand. He felt so right as much as he felt so wrong. She felt his jolt and smirked with satisfaction, she still had it. She scraped her long nails over his manhood once more, dragging across the flesh and then wrapping her hand once more around it and running up and down it quickly. When he tugged on her hair her head tilted back and she grinned eyes opening briefly as a wicked smile flashed along her lips. It felt good to be with him, great actually.
As he bent to her demand she let her mouth meet his once more. Kissing him feverishly as he tugged and rubbed over her chest. And then he was entering her with his finger faster. Another slow moan slipped from the back of her throat, this time she moved to his ear to let it out. Her teeth tugging on his lobe harshly after it had slipped out. And then he was pulling her shirt over her head and she felt him move lower. As his mouth found her chest she shuddered beneath the grip. Head tilting back and her hips pushing harder into his hand. She ground them into it, pushing them, asking him for more. She wanted him now. The foreplay had been nice but she wanted his manhood to push inside her, to tear at the walls and bruise.
When he hissed and hit his hips into her grip she smiled once more. Her hand doing as he asked and pumping harder, tighter, and faster. She felt him remove her hand and a whimper escaped her wanting something to replace that hand. As he pulled the thong down she shuddered and then helped him pull her pants away. At his demand she met it just as harshly. Removing her hand from his man hood and then standing up. She tugged him off the swing and then pulled him down onto the grass. Pushing him down and then crawling ontop of him. She kicked out of the thong as she did so. Straddling him she manuevered herself so that she wasn't directly on his manhood but just below it. Dragging her nails down his chest she lowered her body over his and nipped at him gently before letting her mouth kiss his penis gently. And then she bit it lightly before sucking down on it hard. She didn't want this for long though and almost neary as quickly she rolled back up to his lips and whispered gently. "I want you." She whispered.
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