<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ZbqOhAY.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: Salem Summers<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Conner and Piotr's Dorm<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: September 2nd, 2017<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Some lovely pre-sex talk and sexiness<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: black lace panties, and Ruby Quartz Glasses<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Closed, Conner Almasy<br/><hr/><hr/>Her first few motions were very cute, and girlish. She lifted herself a bit, bringing the blankets below away from her shoulders and down to her feet, making space so that she could lift them over. The sheet against her back was less scratchy than the cover and it pleased her, bringing Conner’s bedspread over one of her legs already. As she acted out these normal tasks, they felt harder. Her muscles strained with more pain. Her heart was practically beating out of her chest.<br/><br/><em>‘I think it’s beating too fast,’</em>she thought,<em>‘I think I might have waited too long,’</em>The rapid mind of Salem Summers was fighting, even though the adrenaline and the arousal, to interrupt this moment. The fight of her logical brain told her that something was off.<em> ‘Should i breath more slowly, or faster?’ - ‘I think I should probably stand up, maybe my blood flow is off.’</em>Everything felt hot, she was in peak condition, young, a picture perfect woman, even for her age. She was glowing, blushing, practically foaming at the mouth for more.<em> ‘I should stop.’</em>Luckily, her body didn’t listen to her brain at all. She relaxed further, sinking into the bed as her boyfriend led her through the garden of eden with his words, his hands, and the press of everything else.<br/><br/>A close call was hidden in the weeds of their tangled limbs and Conner’s engaged mouth. She shot her hand up to grab her own hair, there was no reason to it, she’d done it in the shower often when she was the most comfortable, and she was swimming in happiness at that time. However, her hand made contact with her glasses and jostled them. In a flash, her eyes were closed tightly. They hadn’t been moved, just touched.<em>‘When you shower you don’t wear glasses,’ </em>an inner voice seemed to sing at her in a motherly tone.<strong>“Fuck…”</strong><br/><br/>The word was chased with passionate breaths, there she was, naked, legs open with a man crawling in between them. He’d decided for her, wordlessly, what type of sex they were going to have first. He made a joke about putting it in her ass, and she reacted appropriately, giggling over a worn out moan, and a sad little whimper for more. Salem had never known desire. She hadn’t known how bad it could get. Her body felt like a lightbulb, she was pouting with her pussy lips, practically oozing from her core. With every ounce of anxiety for the moment piled up, she felt more slick, creamier, and thicker inside. Everything pinched, her inner walls, her abs, even her thighs. But she wasn’t flexing, it was like her body was doing it for her, squeezing at nothing, begging for something to be shoved inside.<br/><br/>She felt empty, but in a good way.<br/><br/>Her boyfriend was saying other things, something about more than tonight, he mentioned the word love again, but she was already reeling from the expression of their bodies, that she couldn’t quite puzzle the meaning of anything but his muscles, his twitching cock against her belly, his hands, his stiff lips, scratchy and raw. She could feel his intentions too, his emotions were bare out on his missing sleeves. She kept her eyes pinched shut, still afraid that something unexpected could happen. After everything, she was just humming, trying to breath, to control her hurt, her hands were clutching at his back, her lips uncontrollably snapping and nibbling at his chest.<strong>“It hurts, put it in.”</strong>The words were soft, passive, a plea for some kind of relief. She wanted to say more, Salem wanted Conner inside of her body more badly than she wanted to be alive afterward.<strong>“Conner,”</strong>that breath break in language that was disguised as a name; she revelled in the sound of it, and the feeling of it in her mouth. So she said it again,<strong>“Oh Conner, please….” </strong>As she spoke she was using her feet, and reaching down with her hands to fetch the blanket she’d pushed down only moments before. As Conner mounted, she lifted them over his back, covering most of their bodies to contain the passion. Salem had never really made this choice, it just felt right. She liked to kiss Conner under blankets more than over them, so she would probably prefer to have sex with him the same way.<br/><br/>The sensation was a bolt of lightening, when the tip of him came against her wet folds. Her back tightened, she arched and her eyes flashed open against her will.<em>‘This is so bad.’ - ‘I wasn’t even thinking about my glasses.’</em>He was gliding inside, and she wrenched on him, tightening everything, squeezing her toes and fingers.<strong>“G’Ahh!”</strong>It didn’t hurt but it sounded like it had, so she desparately reached for a correction,<strong>“Yes!”</strong>Salem made some effort to be quiet. She’d never been this distracted, or tossed. Focus was impossible, so she pulled it back just a bit, forcing herself to be a bit rational. She covered her glasses with her hand, slamming her eyes shut as he pulled back, then drove in a bit deeper.<br/><br/>Salem’s eyes clenched that time before opening as his advance halted again. She could feel his dry cock getting more wet with every pass. And, she was happy that he had done this before. If he hadn’t, she knew in the depths of her soul that it would be hurting much more. She squeezed her glasses too, happy that they were made of material that wouldn’t break.<br/><br/>The heat between them only grew hotter under the sheets. As her leg swam up and down his hip, her foot slide sidelong along his thigh and the back of his knee. And, the blankets kissed her on the other side. Being in his bed was like being inside of him. He was in every direction. He was suffocating her with his passion, and she absolutely craved the lack of air. As she tightened the grip on the ruby quartz, the bridge of her nose pained her, and her temples fought back against the grip of the metal. Still, her focus was gone, and everything was all the same. It was all amazing, it was all perfect. It all made her beg for more. His name left her lips again, and her other hand had nails digging into his back. Her opposite leg lifted, wrapping around him while the other collapsed so far to the side that it was against the bed. Salem was a flexible girl, and she was one leg extension away from doing the splits with ease, flat on her back with only hip muscles to guide her.<br/><br/>It was hard to stay loose for Conner as the third pass turned into the fourth. She had the instincts to let him in, but squeezing felt so good, she had to do it. The explosion of pain inside, made her wonder if she should stop squeezing, the devil in her didn’t care about the pain, the other side of the coin was too good. With the harries from Conner, Salem lost more control over her body, and she became more terrified of something horrible happening. Her hand left her face and slapped against the bed sheet beside her. Getting lost for a moment on what part of the bed she was squeezing, she lifted and came up with a pillow, sure that it had just been a sheet. The bedding shifted, and the pillow lift almost through her off balance. But, instead she just let go of it and let it fall back to the bed. Her idol hand frantically reached for something sturdy, and found Conner’s hip, with three of her four limbs tightly against him, she finally felt something she’d only dreamed of feeling.<br/><br/>His hips were flush against her inner thighs, and the sides of his cock was pinching her pussy lips against his hips. She melted as she felt the tuff of hair tickle at her mound and her pulsing clit. “Uhhh!” She felt pressure against the bottom of her cunt, she squeezed him in every way, loving the sensation, urging him wordlessly and without gesture to thrust.<strong>“Oh god….”</strong>It was something, she was still terrified that something might knock her glasses off. Her eyelids had lost momentum, it was like falling off the wagon, she had no discipline at all. She was a quivering pile of wet cream. The girl mostly forgot even that her head shot laser beams under the right condition, and she was whimpering with powerful urgency.<br/><br/><strong>“Oh… fuck.”</strong>She already wanted him to do it hard. She couldn’t pass the knowledge along, and it looked like so much pain was racking her,<strong>“More…”</strong>That wouldn’t be enough, but she was trying to urge him,<strong>“Oh please…”</strong>Everything was a choppy sentence, her body was split in two, she could feel his cock under her guts, and the heat shooting up her spine made it feel like he was pressing against the back of her throat. Her tongue felt thick, and her saliva even felt like cum. She tasted some copper, and realized that she’d bit her bottom lip hard enough to draw a drop or two of blood from the inside of it.<br/>