Chapter 12 Candi #2
“Oh, nothing bad. When you do things like that…” she pauses, letting out a deep sigh. “You just seem like you know what you're doing.” That's a good sign, right?
“Maybe,” I continue to move my lips down her chest, “I'm just listening to your body.”
“I love how you listen…but…” She gently nudges me forward. “I want to see you…” I know there is a redness covering my snow white skin.
“You…want to see…”
“You, all of you.” Her smirk is adorable, but I'm trembling with hesitation. As much as I try to mask my true feelings, I can't hide anything from her.
Her eyes never leave mine when I throw off the boots that I neglect to untie, unbuckle my spiked belt, and slide my skinny jeans down my hips.
Well… why isn't she saying anything? Please say something so I don't look like a total dumbass in my blue plaid boxer shorts.
She, however, in this view, is absolutely stunning.
Candi is spread out across her vermillion comforter, her hair covering parts of her naked shoulders.
I know I'm gawking, I can feel myself drooling.
“Oh,” it's all she says, and the flush on her cheeks now covers the rest of her exposed skin. Oh? Is that a good “oh?” Play it cool, Andrew.
“Oh?” My mental question escapes my lips as I clamber on top of her, just as I did before; she swallows her words in one heavy gulp.
“I-I…”
“Yes, Candi. What is it? Tell me what you're thinking. I want to know all of the thoughts that are swimming in that pretty head of yours.”
“U-umm,” her breath catches before she brings me in for another kiss. A gesture like that is worth a million times more than her words. A thrill sends through us both as we taste one another. I don't want to stop. Not now, not ever.
“I want you, Candi,” I admit between our feverish kisses. “I've always wanted you, from the moment I first saw you.” I don't care about her reaction. I just want her to know how much she means to me and how she's always been a constant thought.
“I want you, too.” She kisses me back, and I can't help the low, throaty groan I let out when she bites my lower lip. As if on instinct, my hands trail down her curves and meet at the elastic waistband around her hips. I look for her agreeable nod before bringing them down her thighs.
“Are you sure this is okay?”
“Yes, Andrew. I want you, all of you.” Words I've always hoped for, but I never thought I’d hear.
Her smooth skin is warm against mine when she gently spreads her legs apart.
She waits patiently as I come in closer, lining myself up with her entrance; fuck, she feels so warm.
“Oh, Candi.” My low moan falls past my lips with one push inside.
Fuck, she’s already so tight. “Shit, you feel so good.” I can't help the way my body shudders from how her walls constrict.
“Keep moving,” she instructs as her emerald orbs roll up towards her No Doubt poster.
“Please don't stop.” Her voice is so sweet right now; it makes me want to move in and out, faster and faster, just so she'll keep talking.
I'm afraid that if I move anymore, I won't be able to hold out much longer, but I'll do anything she says.
Whatever I can do to make her come completely undone.
“Tell me what to do, Candi…” My voice is in a state of breathy ecstasy. “How can I make this a night we'll never forget?” My lips find their way on the sensitive area of her neck.
“Andy…” Her sigh sends a fire sensation to my core.
“Touch me…” I run my fingers down her curves near her hips to her inner thigh.
“Yes… just like that.” Her addictive commands make my skin go hotter.
Our faces are so close, I can't help but brush my lips against hers.
Her tiny hands grip my biceps harder with each thrust; I can feel her pussy start to squeeze my dick.
Yes, Candi. I want to know how good you feel.
“...What if I moved them here…” I walk the pads of my fingertips from the sensitive skin of her inner thigh to the bundle of nerves right above my cock. “How about this?” I watch how her face changes as she bites her lip to try to hold back another cry when I begin moving gently in small circles.
“Oh, Andy,” she cries out again; I feel myself going harder the more she moans. Her hold around me continues to tighten as she wraps her legs around my hips. “Fuck, I'm so close.” She quietly mewls into my chest.
“I don't want to stop, Candi. I-I just can't keep going much longer.” I grab hold of her pillow as her warm release drips down my dick.
“Oh, fuck,” I try to hold in my low growl as her eyes stay locked into mine.
With each move of my hips, I hide my mouth in the crook of her neck, trying to muffle the sounds of my own satisfaction.
Damn, all those times of watching her at school and wishing I could have her were so fucking worth it.
I would do it a million more times if it meant experiencing the euphoria I feel from being inside her rather than images of her in my head while I stood under the hot shower.
Then it hits me.
The best fucking feeling I've ever felt.
It's the only way that I can describe it.
Candi's expression relaxes into what looks like pure bliss, and it sends me over the edge.
I chase her release with my own, and her name is like a chorus I would play on repeat.
“Damn.” I sigh, falling limp next to her.
“Damn.” She parrots. We both laugh quietly as we look up at her popcorn ceiling.