... wanted to do is rip it off."
"Please do," she laughed. He grinned and began to pull the top above her head. She obliged, holding her arms up and slipping out, lying free against Carly's My Little Pony bedspread. Mesmerised by the shape and feel, Freddie found his mouth gravitating to her nipple, wetting it with his tongue before capturing it in his teeth.
"Oooh," she let out, her hands twisting in his hair. He moved to the other breast lavishing it with enough attention to almost distract her from his hand, now travelling south towards the waistband of her sailor pants. Just as he was about to dip a finger beneath the soft fabric he felt her catch his wrist in a vice like grip, preventing him from going any further.
"Sam I'm sorry I thought you wanted..." he stuttered, meeting her heavy lidded eyes.
"No, no I do," she reassured, "It's just...well..."
"What? You afraid?"
"No. Hells no. It's..."
She dragged off, gazing up at the perplexed boy weighing heavy on top of her.
"I get loud, Benson."
"Huh?" he blinked uncomprehending. Mostly he just wasn't sure if he had heard her correctly.
"I get loud. As in screaming, moaning, dirty talk...the works."
"If you don't wanna do it..."
"You kidding me? I'm pretty sure my cock can die happy with those words."
She rolled her eyes but her mouth still smiled, her cheeks blushing deep crimson.
"It doesn't matter Sam, music's loud enough to drown out a dying cat," he teased, nuz...