Errant
You stare back at him and nod your head dumbly. You know you shouldn't, but you want more. What he's doing to you feels...good. He smiles and pushes you down in the pew, straddling you like a lover, before leaning back down and sucking on the same wound he just made. Your heart is pounding, blood flowing faster through you just so it can get into Shep's mouth sooner. A familiar tight feeling begins to well in your gut and your can feel your arousal growing. Shep take a large gulp before lifting off of you again. He leans his hips back against yours and chuckles.
"My my, you're really getting into this aren't you?" He draws his hands up and down over your chest, paying extra close attention to where your nipples are hardening like rocks. "Is there something more you'd like to do?"
You try to speak, but all you can do is writhe and stare into those blood red eyes of his. He starts moving himself up and down on top of you, grinding against your hardness with his own. "You want it," he says. "I know you do. Don't lie to yourself anymore." He leans in close to your face before kissing your neck and whispering in your ear, "Just tell me you want it."
"I want it! I want it!" You find yourself blurting out at his request. You want to grab him, kiss him, fuck him but something is stopping you. You feel like you couldn't do anything unless he told you to. Unless he allowed you to.
"Oh, little lamb," he rises to sit up straight over you, "So far from home." He grips the collar of your shirt and forces it apart to reveal your muscular chest. "Whatever will you do from here?" He leans forward and takes one of your nipples in his mouth, teasing it, biting it. After a particularly sharp bite he begins sucking and circling your little button with his tongue. Its only when he relents that you realize he's taken another taste of you.
"My my, you're really getting into this aren't you?" He draws his hands up and down over your chest, paying extra close attention to where your nipples are hardening like rocks. "Is there something more you'd like to do?"
You try to speak, but all you can do is writhe and stare into those blood red eyes of his. He starts moving himself up and down on top of you, grinding against your hardness with his own. "You want it," he says. "I know you do. Don't lie to yourself anymore." He leans in close to your face before kissing your neck and whispering in your ear, "Just tell me you want it."
"I want it! I want it!" You find yourself blurting out at his request. You want to grab him, kiss him, fuck him but something is stopping you. You feel like you couldn't do anything unless he told you to. Unless he allowed you to.
"Oh, little lamb," he rises to sit up straight over you, "So far from home." He grips the collar of your shirt and forces it apart to reveal your muscular chest. "Whatever will you do from here?" He leans forward and takes one of your nipples in his mouth, teasing it, biting it. After a particularly sharp bite he begins sucking and circling your little button with his tongue. Its only when he relents that you realize he's taken another taste of you.