Practicing Our Earth Skills

[Braeden Quinn]

His hands were warm, and she liked how she could feel his touching her in more then just the way it felt when he held her hand. It was like, when he cupped her breast that she felt the feeling everywhere. A sharp feeling that was building up to something! She'd . . . done things while alone in her bed, but it never felt like this! Never this strong or exciting! She liked him looking at her. That made her lips feel fry, and she licked them, tasting a bit of him on her lips from the kisses.

"Don't be sorry," He told her and said that it hadn't felt bad. Or at least not hurt. Which was good, she didn't want to hurt him, she only wanted to make him feel as good as he was making her feel. His hand moved down to the edge of her underwear, before pausing. Apart of her felt like stopping him, but the other part of her--the one more in control right now--wanting him to keep going. "Do you want to stop?" NO! Braeden shook her head no, not able to speak up and tell him what she wanted. Her legs where tight around him, but she managed to move her hands from his shoulders so she could use them to help her lean up slightly watching his hand that was on her there. Like he had watched, she wanted to watch it too. "Don't stop," She managed to whisper out, wanting to know if it felt as good to hand his hand there, as it did on her breast.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy saw her shake her head, but it still didn't fully reassure him. Something within him needed to hear a verbal response. He needed to know that he wasn't misinterpreting her gestures, or seeing what he wanted to see. The last thing he ever wanted to do was place her in an uncomfortable and forceful situation. That was not how his mother had raised him -- not that he was even remotely thinking about his mother right now. Fortunately, she did vocalize her desire; telling him not to stop.

That was all he needed to hear, granted with that sureness. He swallowed, his eyes fixated on his actions that were slowly occuring. He began to pull down the top of her underwear, lower and lower . . . until it revealed what it was meant to conceal. He couldn't take his eyes off of her as he pulled her underwear further down, gently bending her knee to help get it off, and hoped she could reach for the rest of it to fully remove it. Staring for a few moments, the overwhelming desire to kiss her returned as he finally broke his gaze and kissed her deeply, a strong need coming through in the way his mouth moved against hers.

He let out a heavy breath. The fact that she no longer wore underwear, caused the skin of her center to rub against his still clothed one. It made him want more. He wanted to explore her more. His hand slowly slid down, though stopped at her waist as he began to speak against her lips, somewhat easing out of the kiss but still remaining close. "May I . . . " His voice trailed off though it was still a question. Still seeking out permission that it was ok to touch her between her legs, as a need and curiosity filled him to know what she felt like there. And furthermore, wanting to see and feel how her body reacted to being touched there.

[Braeden Quinn]

Braeden watched as he pulled down her underwear, and pulled it from her. Her breath was coming faster, and she could feel her chest moving more as she pulled air into her lungs. When her clothing was off, she watched his face, as he looked down at her. She wondered what he was thinking. Had he ever seen one before? Did he like her's? Was it too wet, or not wet enough? Before she could say his name he moved to kiss her, and she was grateful! All her doubts cleared away in the after effects of his kiss!

Then he asked her if he could . . . . but didn't tell her what. She could guess, but no one but herself had ever touched her there. She nodded her head, wanting him to do it. She wanted to feel his hand there. Braeden looked up in his face for a moment before looking back down at where their centers touched. "Should I be doing something to you?" She asked, almost hesitantly, wanting him to like this as much as she was.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

This time, her non verbal cue was sufficient. She nodded her head and he knew that was consent. He was starting to learn more about her. Her body, her expressions, her responses. Resting his forehead against hers, his hand that was already on her waist started to move more to the side, to her core as his fingers gently skimmed along the skin of it. He slightly raised his head to watch her, his eyes following the movement of his hands before he looked into her own eyes trying to see what his actions caused her to do. Did this feel good? Did it feel uncomfortable? He wanted to know what she liked, and how she liked it.

Besides, he had never touched a woman here and liked that she was his first . . . and that he was hers. His fingers continued to move along the skin, caressing it, finding it such an intimate action yet felt no awkwardness in this way of touching her. She then asked him if she should be doing something to him. What could he ask her to do, he wondered? He leaned down to kiss her, the sensation of touching her lips creating a heightened feeling as it went along with touching her core.

"You can do whatever you want to me," he said with a playful teasing in his voice. But he meant it. She could do whatever she wished, and he doubted he would object. Swallowing his lips ran over his tongue for a moment as he just looked at her. "I can . . . take off my pants," he both suggested and questioned. That way, she wouldn't be the only one who was naked. And besides, his pants made him feel so restricted, uncomfortable . . . he wanted to take them off, but only if she was ok with that.

[Braeden Quinn]

His forehead moved down to rest on her's, but both their eyes watched as his hand moved down to touch her. Braeden gasped when his fingers found that button of pleasure, with her hands flying to his upper harms to hold onto him, while her eyes flew up to his face. For a moment he watched his hand on her but then he looked up at her. He kept moving his fingers, and her hand tightened as the tight pinch of pleasure grew and built into something more "You can do whatever you want to me," She wanted to touch him too! She wanted to know what he looked like--she'd seen photos, but never one in real life. "I can . . . take off my pants," It was as if he knew what she was thinking!

Nodding her head, Braeden agreed, but knew that she wasn't talking very much. Should she talk more? What did one even say in times like this? Did one say please, or tell him the guy what she wanted? "Take off your pants," She more asked then told him in a tone that was sure but not confidant. Then and idea came to her, "Can--Can I do it?"

At his confirmal, she pushed on his shoulders so she could climb out from under him. Between her legs felt more alive then before, and even moving her legs now caused rippled to spread from him. Kneeling on the couch, she waited until he was sitting back on it before moving. Braeden looked into his eyes, for a moment before hand her hands touched his chest, trailing down to his belly, and then the top of his pants. Once there is paused for a moment before her fingers unbuttoned one of the buttons. She could feel him under her fingers, and it made the second button harder, and then the third worse--but she eventually got it opened. Reaching for the sides, she tugged his pants and boxers down to his knees. She stopped there, not because she could not go more, but because he had sprang up now that he was free from his pants, and she could not look away.

He was long, and thick, and it was intimidating to look at knowing that it would . . . one day, maybe . . . fit into her. Her breathing came in deeper and quicker breaths as she looked at him. "I don't know what to do." She admitted, wanting to do something to him to make him feel like she had. Reaching out her fingers touched the tip of him, but she wasn't sure what else to do.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

She asked him if she could be the one to take off his pants, and he quite liked that idea. Much better than him being the one to do it. He imagined her touch would have far more of an impact than his own. At least on his body. For the way he was touching her . . . it seemed like she reacted quite favorably to it. And it only encouraged him to keep going. She began to move their positions, pushing him back so that she was no longer under him.

He silently complied, as she positioned herself near him, before she started unbuttoning his pants. When that was done, she pushed them off, her hand being near him there causing the need to intensify, as well as the pleasure. It felt good to be rid of the restraints of pants. Her words had just been processing in his mind when she touched the tip of him, causing him to sharply inhale with pleasure. The sensation of her touch was unlike any other.

Especially as she was the first to ever touch him here, and thus, in this way. Bellamy swallowed, clenching his jaw with the pure desire he felt right now. Despite his inexperience, he of course knew what the next step was. But he also knew how it could be painful for women. Suddenly, her own pleasure became more important to him than his own. He wanted to make this impactful for her. He wanted her to remember this. He leaned against the couch while gently pulling her onto his lap so that she was sitting astride him.

Their positions were now altered: her on top and him under her, though she was sitting up over him. He looked up at her, his tongue running over his lips as the instincitive need to enter her was consuming him . . . though he forced himself to show some control. He instead, moving his finger to her center, gently, carefully, almost tentatively moving his finger between the folds of her skin to see how she would react. His other hand moved up her stomach to cup her breast once more as he gently massaged it in the palm of his hand. She felt so damn good right now, and it made his finger inside of her move ever so slightly deeper.

[Braeden Quinn]

Braeden watched his face as she touched him there, and bit her lip while watching his jaw work. She wanted to lick it, but hadn't gotten that bold yet. Bellamy must of decided he wanted more too, because he moved his hands to help her sit aside him. The hands moved over her skin, and between her legs, making her gasp--though she wanted him to feel it too. Wrapping her hand around his, Braeden held him before moving her hand down over him, and then back up. Her fingers circled the head of him lightly before doing it again.

She watched his face to see what he liked, so she could do more of it--though there was a few times that her eyes closed tightly as the pleasure from what he was doing was growing stronger. Her finger nails grazed him a few times, as she didn't quite realize what she was doing. One of her hands moved to his shoulder, to hold onto him for better balance as her hips were having trouble staying still. She could feel her wetness dripping down on to his legs. She should be embarrassed, but his fingers were taking her to a place she had never been before and it was hard to think of embarrassment when everything felt so good. "Have you ever . . . ever climaxed before?" She asked, knowing that she thought she had, but this felt better then what she had done alone in her bed. She was beginning think she might not have known what she was doing.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy deeply inhaled from the sheer pleasure of her hand now wrapped around him. Furthermore, she moved it over him, tending to that aching need that was building to a painful extent. His breathing grew heavier, everything feeling stronger under her hand but also the fact that he was moving his own finger inside of her . . . heightened this entire experience. She asked him a question that he couldn't entirely focus on right now. The liquid proof of her enjoyment made him think that it would be easier to push inside of her . . . should that be something they do tonight.

"Yeah," he breathed out to answer her question in full honesty. "But you feel so much better." In every sense of the word. She felt better with his finger inside of her, and she felt better being the one to get him to that climax which was not that far off. He continued to press his finger inside of her, re-exploring that singualr spot that seemed to cause her pleasure earlier. He wanted to learn her body, explore it as much as he could. His chest heaved as he felt himself closer to that peak, realizing how quick he was and wanting to prolong it . . . though he wasn't sure he had much control. "Have you?" He asked in a breathy, deep tone. He felt the compulsion to be inside her . . . to bring his member inside her rather than just limit it to their hands. But one step at a time he supposed. Besides, he wasn't even sure if it was going to get to that point tonight . . . even if he really wanted it to.

[Braeden Quinn]

"Yeah, But you feel so much better." He admitted, "Have you?" and Braeden nodded her head, "But it never felt like this." She admitted, knowing he had described it perfectly. He felt so much better! She gasped as he added in another finger, and her head feel back for a moment as a short quiver of pleasure shoot through her. She was close! So close! She needed something to help her go over that edge and she wasn't thinking about embarrassment right now. She only was thinking of the pinprick of pleasure.

Braeden moved her head back to Bellamy's and looked at him for a moment, not sure what was on her face! She bit her lip before deciding that if she could not tell him what she needed, maybe she could show him. Reaching up to cover his hand that was over her breast, she squeezed it a little harder, pulling slightly. It hurt, but it felt good more then any pain she felt. It was enough to cause her legs to tighten on either side of him and the muscles between her legs to grip his fingers that were inside her. She didn't finish, but she was right on the edge. "But i think I am about too!" She admitted, in a breathless whimper, as she tried to each for it.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy felt the warmth of her hand cover his after she told him that it never felt like this. It was far more enjoyable to explore another's body; for them to touch each other rather than take matters into their own hands. Her hand encouraged him to tighten his grip, which he did, not wanting to hurt her but with the way her body reacted . . . it was quite evident that that wasn't the case. His finger pressed a bit harder, probing inside of her, enjoying the dampness that he felt as it made it easier to move his finger in her core.

She told him that she was about to, and he felt relieved to know that he wasn't the only one who was that close. Her actions over him were having the same affect. "Same," he breathed, swallowing back as he tried to contain any sounds of enjoyment. Why? He wasn't entirely sure. He felt that control wasn't the easiest thing to maintain. He moved his hand from her breast to cover hers that moved over him, slowing her actions a little, wondering if what he wanted . . . what he wanted to try for them was too much to ask for or suggest.

He needed that release, but he also wanted to find it within her. He knew that women could hit that peak more than once, so his own actions inside of her didn't stop. He remained silent, watching her through heavily lidded eyes as she neared her climax. He wanted to be inside her with something other than his finger, and he was trying to figure out how to voice that, deciding that the best time would be after she found her peak of euphoria.

[Braeden Quinn]

He moved his hand over her's--and it was the first moment that she even realized she was still stroking him. She had forgotten about his pleasure int eh wake of her pending climax, and she felt guilty but needy at the same time. With his hand controlling her actions it gave her the chance to forget about it for a moment, and just work on on finding her climax.

Braeden's head feel back, and her lips formed a small O as the feeling built up a bubble of knife like feeling centered where his hand was--and then the bubble burst! The feeling jerked through her, and Braeden cried out! Everything tightening and trembling with the epicenter his fingers! When the waves begin to ease, her grip loosened, and she feel forward slightly. Her lips going directly to his. That had been the best moment of her life so far! The euphoria of that moment unlike anything she had ever felt!

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy watched her in fascination as she reached the peak of ecstasy. The sound that fell from her lips, the way her body reacted, the liquid that poured onto his fingers . . . it was indeed a glorious sight. He felt a pride, and honor . . . knowing that it had been his own actions that brought that magnitude of pleasure over her.

He couldn't help but give a slight smile at that, at her, but his lips were soon covered by her own and he immediately returned the kiss. He coaxed her mouth open with his own, her taste something that he had missed depsite tonight being the first time they had actually kissed. Everything about this just felt . . . incredible. And while he didn't normally lack confidence, he felt bolder in asking her if she was willing to take this all to the next level. He would not be too discouraged if she didn't, but knew he would regret it if it he didn't at least ask. Because he wanted her to be his first. And he hoped, that she would allow him to be hers.

He slowly eased out of the kiss, working on catching his breath as is mouth hovered near hers. He slowly moved his fingers out from her center, and casually rested his hand against her back. "I want you to be my first," he told her, figuring that was fairly self explanatory. "If you'll let me be yours." It placed no pressure on her, but at the same time, opened up that conversation. He still felt the need for her, the ache that was unsatisfied . . . because he wanted it satisfied in this way, inside of her rather than just by her hand.

[Braeden Quinn]

He kissed her back, and then pulled away. Braeden could still feel her body slightly shaking from her very first orgasm! It was wonderful! "I want you to be my first," He told her, and she smiled at him, "If you'll let me be yours." Yes! That would be wonderful! It took her a few seconds to realize he meant now. Her smile faded for a moment she nerves set in, but then she recalled how wonderful this felt--surely the rest could not hurt like everyone else said? "I want that too." She admitted, "But in my bed. Not here." On her father's couch!

Even if it didn't hurt, she knew that sometimes there was a bit of blood--and some things were best not explained to your father! Or mother! He would never speak to Bellamy again, and she'd be forced to never seen him again--and right now she couldn't think of a time when she would want to not see him everyday! It wasn't love, love--she knew her heart enough to know that while she loved him, it was the type of love her father and mother showed--for them were madly in love. Smiling up at him, she lean forward to still one last kiss, "Do you want to go to bed, now?"

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy felt a wave of relief when she assured him that she wanted that too. It didn't feel forced or that he was pressuring her. It sounded like something she genuinely wanted. She even suggested the bed, which was definitely a more ideal place for something like that -- not that he regretted the time spent on her couch. They would just have more room on her bed. He closed his eyes when when kissed him again, and then pulled away only to ask if he wanted to go to bed now.

"Absolutely," he stated with a smile. When she got up, he too rose to his feet, pulling his pants up since he could just take them off again when they got to the bed. It was easier to pull them up rather than down since they were at his knees. His eyes looked over her, taking in the site of her fully unclad body. When they got to her room, Bellamy sat at the edge of the bed, starting to take off his shoes, and then lowering his pants though left his boxers on . . . for right now. He found himself just continuing to look at her, taking in the sight of her perfectly formed body.

[Braeden Quinn]

Braeden walked back toward her room--overly aware that she was walking before someone naked! That things were moving, and she wasn't sure it was comfortable! What if her butt wiggled?! However once they got to her room, he sat on the bed and removed his clothes--most of them. She took a deep breath, and licked her lips before speaking in a breathless tone. "Them too," and watching him. She was about to give her first time to him, and she had not planned to do it, but she wanted it now.

She wanted it with him. Watching as he lowered them, she moved to sit on the bed as well. Did she sit back in the middle and wait for him, or did she kiss him and let them move toward the pillow? She swallowed and moved to the middle, while looking at him and his. "Are you nervous?" She asked, wanting to do this, but she still felt a bit nervous for what was about to happen.