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Exchanging Body Heat	By : brandisnoot Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Panic! At The Disco Views: 982 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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~*~*~This is my first time posting on the site and my first adult story to be written in a very very long time. I hope everyone enjoys it!~*~*~

Ryan walked into the house, closing the door quietly. He must have thought that I was asleep, but I wasn’t. He had spent all day doing pointless identical interviews for various radio stations, magazines, and websites. He had called me between one of them. He sounded bored and miserable. Poor puppy. He had gotten almost no sleep the night before because I had been sick all night again. He stayed up with me until my terrible migraine has passed. Then he slept for two hours.

The whole house was quiet enough to hear his every move. I swore I could hear him take off his coat and put it over the back of the couch before heading upstairs. I could hear him start up the stairs. He was trying so hard to be quiet. His shoes were the only things not helping him. At one point, he must have slipped them off so he wouldn’t be so loud, but I could still hear him. My senses were on high that night. I could feel as he walked down to the end of the hall to our room. I could hear everything he did. I could even smell him as he neared our room. Without having him even in the room, I could taste his kiss and feel his smooth skin running under my hand.

He opened the door quietly. I pretended to be asleep as he crept over to the bed. I could feel him looking down on me. He stroked my cheek and I pretended to stir awake. I looked up at him, smiling.

“Hey,” I said trying to sound as sleepy as I could.

“Sorry I woke you,” he said sitting next to me.

“It’s okay. I wasn’t asleep,” I said.

“You looked asleep to me,” he said.

“I’m really good at faking sleep,” I said. “How was the rest of your day?”

“Long, boring. I missed you,” he said.

I sat up, “Well I really needed to finish my paper for school.”

“You could have done it there,” he argued.

“I could have, but with that goodbye you gave me this morning, I was hoping you’d come home with a similar hello,” I said winking at him.

He smiled, “Actually that was a wake up call/goodbye.”

“It was good whatever it was,” I laughed.

He took my hand and looked me in the eye, “You look beautiful.”

“Well when you called and told me it would be about an hour, I decided to pretty myself up for you, surprise you,” I said.

He looked me over, lust filling his eyes. Ryan was practically salivating. His hand reached out, touching the satin fabric of my lingerie. I shivered under his ghost-like touch. His hand ran down my stomach to the tiny skirt that was just barely covering my girl parts. He bit his bottom lip. A terrible habit that he had which made him incredibly adorable, but at that moment, he wasn’t just adorable. Something about the lighting changed him. Yes I had seen him in the same lighting before and he looked just as he did then, but something inside me had clicked. We had been having sex for five years. We had had a thousand of moments like this. This time was no different really.

We had been fighting a lot lately, yelling at each other and saying very back-handed and harsh things to one another. We had made up emotionally, but the physical made up had yet to happen. I had rejected him the night before. It was a kind of punishment. He had said some things to me that I wasn’t going to forgive him for so easily, but that morning he had made up for them. I had woken up to him with his face between my legs, his eyes looking up at me, watching me, as he lapped at me.

“Ryan,” I said while he continued to run his hand down the pink satin fabric occasionally meeting the parts of lace that were on it.

“Hmm,” he said clearly staring at my breasts.

“I think you’re overdressed,” I whispered.

He looked down at himself, “So I am. Why don’t you do something about that?”

I scooted closer to him on the bed. He watched me closely. All of a sudden, I got that familiar nervousness that I always felt. It wasn’t really nervousness. It was more like anxiousness. I knew exactly what I would do and how I would do it. I just wanted to do it in a quicker way than I knew he would be expecting.

Ryan knew I was hesitating. He leaned in and kissed me softly. It’s a complete myth that kissing each other hard and passionately is even remotely sexy or arousing. Soft kisses always set me off just right. He knew that and that’s why instead of jumping me with a kiss, he was lightly pressing his lips to mine barely running his tongue over them. The wheels were in motions.

I pulled him closer, one hand on his face and the other completely lost in trying to find the hem of his shirt. My hand traveling down his torso. Finally finding it, I started to raise it slowly. He continued to kiss me softly, his tongue having been granted access to seek out mine. He moaned before I did, which in my book was always a success. Any time he made the first sound meant that I was almost in complete control even if our sex life was somewhat a democracy. He broke the kiss, but only to move on to my neck finding the right spot to make me shiver just slightly. I sighed.

“You’re moving too slow,” he whispered taking his shirt off since I had forgotten to do it.

Ryan may not have been on the muscular side, but I found him extremely attractive. Just seeing him with his shirt off was doing a lot more to me than it would most girls. The heat in me began to rise. His lips found my neck again, lightly nipping. He probably wouldn’t leave a mark on me this time, but it didn’t matter. The boy had left invisible imprints of himself all over me. Years of being together and him being the only person I had ever been with had left millions of finger, hand, and lip prints everywhere. His skin texture tattooed on me.

He started to lean me back, pressing me into the pillows. His lips moving to my shoulder. Then to my collarbone, lightly sucking on the bone protruding out of my skin. He kissed over my heart, a move he always made. For some reason, he thought it was romantic and a way to show that he wasn’t just with me for sex. I couldn’t help but smile as he did so.

My hands roamed his skin. I could feel the goosebumps forming on his skin underneath my hand. I wasn’t sure what I was looking for, but I was searching for something. Then I found what I was looking for before I knew I was looking for it. His pants. More specifically his belt buckle. Over the years I had become an expert with taking off his belt without even looking or paying very much attention. You read all these stories about people being so into the moment that they fumble over bra hooks and belt buckles. While that may be true for some people, it wasn’t for us. Even when we were caught up in the heat of the moment, we were always coherent enough to know what was going on and how to do things.

I slid his belt from the loops with expert precision, just slow enough to make him want to just rip it off himself but fast enough that it would make us lose interest in what was about to happen. I threw it to the floor. It made a soft thud. Ryan pressed into me. I could feel him hard against my leg. Very little action and he was already so hard.

“Ryan,” I moaned as he started trying to get to my most secret part.

“Hmmm,” was all I got once he found it, rubbing the outside of my panties with one of his fingers. I lost all train of thought. I tried to remember what I had been doing, but he would stop the slow circles long enough to let me remind myself. He moved down to spread my legs, but did not come back up to eye level. He had other things in mind.

His hands found something special under the very short skirt. Ruffled pink panties. The kind that always made him chuckle when he found them on me. It was a little secret that when he found it out always made him smile a little and then he’d get this devilish grin on his face. He started sliding them down. He was slowly revealing my vagina to him like he was opening a present and wanted to keep the wrapping paper. He was torturing me just like I had been torturing him. Slow moving, slow at pulling them down when he knew that I was just waiting for him to rip them off me.

He finally got them off and just stared at me. I started to blush. I knew he was doing it to see if I would beg him to continue. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, but then I just couldn’t help myself so by moaning his name I pleaded with him to touch me. He bit his lip and hesitated. Bastard wanted more. He wanted me to beg him more. I could see it in his face. He looked me in the eye, silently begging me to beg him, to give him the satisfaction of knowing that I wanted him so badly that it had been hurting me for the two days that I had cut him off from sex. I wasn’t going to let him get to me, but then he put his finger just above me, touching the top of my mind and I lost it. With a “Ryan, please” I gave him what he wanted.

His hand found me. I sighed in contentment as the sweat began to form on my brow. I watched him smile to himself. He watched me squirm and write while his hands alone worked wonders on my most precious body part. He was out of my reach. I wanted to touch him. He was so close but so far out of my reach. I wanted to show him, to make him feel something very similar to what I was feeling. Too far away. He pushed a long, skinny finger into me about as slow as he possibly could. Goddamn I wanted him so bad.

He liked watching me bite lip to suppress my moans, his punishment for teasing me and making me beg him. He wanted feedback for what he was doing. I didn’t want to give him what he was asking for. An eye for and eye, and he had to beg me now. Karma quickly turning on him, rearing its ugly head.

“Becca,” that’s all he said. That’s all he said to get me to make a sound, but I didn’t. I held it in. Just to see what he would do. His face changed. Determination crossed his face now. He had to think of another way to get me to moan. So by adding another long finger, he thought he was going to get something out of me. Who was I to deny him satisfaction as he started moving them slowly in and out? Finally, he got what he was looking for, a moan. A deep and lustful moan that let him know he could continue with whatever he had in mind.

He lowered himself on to the bed, looking up at me from between my legs. He stuck his tongue out and lowered it to right about my clit. He was teasing again, circling his tongue softly. I arched involuntarily. He chuckled too himself. He moved his tongue down half an inch. I inwardly growled at him. He knew exactly what he was doing. He wanted to see how long it would be before I begged him more. The game was beginning. Make the other beg us for some sort of release or approval. It was really all the same. We just wanted to hear the other moan our name softly, loudly. Any volume would do. Just as long as we got our sound.

He licked softly. He had me right where he wanted me. One moan and now he knew that I was his. I was his for the taking. He knew it. I knew it even more. I writhed under the ministrations of his tongue and fingers. His other hand was around my thigh. His tongue made several languid sweeps over me, kissing my clit gently before deciding his pace was too slow for himself. Forget how it was really feeling for me.

His fingers went faster, hitting that special spot over and over. Fingers wiggled with every in stroke. I moaned louder. This time not behind a lip trapped by teeth. The hand on my thigh began to dance lightly. My senses were heightened by 10 million. The slightest touch just added to the pleasure.

He removed his fingers from me. I whimpered at the loss, but he made up for it. His mouth did the work for a bit. Both hands did their own work on my thighs. Goosebumps covering my skin, my skin tingling out of control. Somewhere in all the moaning and uncontrollable movement my body had been making I managed to look down at Ryan, watching him do his magic. I felt it building. My orgasm building and building on top of itself. It would soon topple over. My mind fighting with itself. Stop Ryan or let him continue?

“Ryan,” I managed out. “Stop.”

He looked up at me. It was actually very rare that I stopped him. He was checking with me to see if I was sure. I nodded. He gave me one last little lick before kissing the outside of my garment and up to my mouth. His lips burned on mine. I tasted myself. He pulled away. I flipped us over, straddling his hips. He pressed into me. I kissed him with a great passion. He had lit the flame. There was no turning back now. I kissed down to his chest, paying special attention to his nipples. He was holding back just like I had been. I could tell. He kept biting his lip. When he released his lip from his teeth, there was a very red line tracing them. I moved back up, kissing it better. Before he even had a chance to kiss me back, I moved back down past his chest to his stomach, then to just above his pants.

He watched as I ran my tongue along his pants line. He loved it. He moaned. I won. I got him to make noise before I had. It wasn’t a fight for dominance. It was just to see who could get it out quicker. My tongue left his skin. I started to undo his pants, the button coming undone. Then I began to work on his zipper. He watched me intently. His eyes urging me to hurry up and get it unzipped so I could move on to the next piece of clothing.

I unzipped very slowly. Not much of a zipper there, but with the right actions, I made it seem like the zipper was five miles long. I turned inches into miles. He hated it, but I loved it. I heard him sigh as I found the end of the zipper. I made quick work of his pants to make up for the two minutes I had spent on his zipper. His boxers were tented. I couldn’t help but grin a devilish grin. He growled at me. He already knew what was going to happen. I rubbed him outside his boxers. He growled even more.

“Patience,” I said, “is a virtue.”

“Teasing is not very virtuous, though, is it?” he asked trying to hold back a rather loud moan but failing.

“But you teased so an eye for an eye, Ryan. Now hush and enjoy or I stop and go to sleep,” I said.

“You couldn’t do it. It’s too late,” he said.

“It’s called finishing myself off. You’d do the same thing,” I said. “Now shut up.”

“How romantic,” he said.

I leaned in and kissed him, “Well, I do try.”

We looked each other in the eye. He was begging me. I rubbed him through his boxers again. He squirmed under my touch. I smiled at myself, seeing how I had the same effect on him as he did me. I removed my hand from his hardness and sent them to the waist of his boxers, curling my fingers under the waistband. He lifted his hips off the bed as I tugged them down and off him.

There he was lying naked in front of me in all his beautifulness. He bit his lip again. I wrapped my hand around him. He sighed as he finally got to feel my hand wrapped around his penis, gripping just tightly enough but not too hard to hurt him. He moaned, moving under my touch. His breathing started getting heavier.

I leaned down licking the head of his shaft. He jumped not expecting to feel the warmth of my mouth surround him. He gave another sigh as I started sucking slowly and softly on him. I took him out of my mouth long enough to flip my hair to where he could see everything I was doing to him. Then I took him in inch by inch until he was deep in my throat. He gave a loud groan as my finger outline his balls. I cut my eyes at him, watching him squirm. His lip was caught between his teeth, red from the abuse it was undergoing. If he wasn’t careful, it was going to start bleeding soon.

“Becca,” he breathed out. His eyes glazing over. He looked down at me knowing that I wasn’t going to speed up or slow down. I was going to keep my pace with him, sucking him just hard enough to drive him crazy but soft enough to tease him relentlessly. I almost felt bad for him. Then again, I was the one torturing him.

His eyes said it all. He wanted me to keep going, but he also wanted me to stop. I smiled to myself as he fought the urge to stop me. His hand now petting my hair, lovingly running through it. He guided my mouth up and down him. Then I felt him nudge my head. He was stopping me. He wanted the torment while I just wanted to hear him beg me to either stop or just get him off. I decided to take the best approach I could. I slide him out of my mouth, not stopping the suction. He came out with a slight popping noise that only I could hear. He sighed when he was free of my tight mouth.

I crawled back up to him, sitting directly behind his member. It pressed against my lady-hood. He propped himself up on his elbows. I smiled at him.

“Is it better?” I asked handing him a condom.

He nodded tearing it open, “I think you’re a little too dressed.”

“Am I now?” I asked. “Didn’t we have that same problem with you? Not very long ago?”

“You’re still overdressed,” he said taking it out and rolling it onto his hardness.

“Then you should do something about that, Ryan,” I said. “I did.”

He sat up completely. His arms reaching behind me, “There’s no zipper?”

“You should know that by now,” I said. “But no. There is not a zipper.”

His hands landed on the skirt, which had ridden up over my hips. I don’t think it had been in its normal place since Ryan had been between my legs. He slid his hands up, the skirt going along with them. I felt the cold air hit my skin as it had been exposed. I shivered when his fingers started dancing up my skin. The fabric of my nighty bunching up as it rose on my body.

My nightdress right under my breasts. Ryan held his breath as he pushed it up; my breasts finally out in the open for him. He took it off me completely and sucked in a breath. His fingers ran lightly over the side of my left breast. Goosebumps formed on my skin. His hand formed a cup around my breast, molding and kneading it. His mouth wrapped around my right nipple, mimicking what I had done to him. I shivered, moaning as he sucked lightly on my nipple. He paid close attention for just a short while before switching over.

He flipped me onto my back, hovering over me on his hands. He pressed into my thigh. He was purposely letting himself graze lightly over my thigh and torture the two of us. I bent my legs and spread them for him. He rubbed himself along my lips. I shuddered. He was teasing me again. He wanted me to beg again. He should have known better than to think that I was going to beg him at this point. He knew that I would take from him whatever I needed. Not rape, but he knew that I would do it to relieve the both of us from the hell we had put ourselves in.

He rubbed the head on my clit, forcing a soft moan out of me. It sounded more like a whine than an actual moan, but at that point, it didn’t matter what it sounded like. We just wanted a release. We were so close and so far at the same time. He pressed himself in to me before finally positioning himself right at my opening. It took all he had to hold himself back from sliding in to me. I looked at him closely. His eyes were closed and his already abused lip was bruising under his teeth. I leaned up kissing it. He slid in slowly as we kissed each other lazily. I moaned into his mouth.

He was deep inside me, to the hilt of his hardness. He held it there taking himself off his hands. His arms wrapped around me. I loved the way he felt inside me. He fit perfectly. He was the perfect key. I tightened myself around him, urging him to move. He kissed my ear before beginning his long slow strokes. I breathed into his ear. Instead of holding himself up on his hands, he stayed pressed down on top of me. He continued moving slowly inside me. I felt him throb inside me and I loved it.

He felt incredible. Beyond incredible. He was the best I had ever been with. Then again, he was the only person I had been with. He slid almost all the way out very slowly and then back in at the same pace. It didn’t take him long to find a steady rhythm, one you could hum to. I felt him shudder as I tightened around him while he pulled out. I moaned feeling him breathe against my skin, lightly biting down on my collarbone.

“Ryan,” I moaned into his ear, kissing it.

“Yeah,” he barely got out, grunting.

“Faster,” I pleaded kissing his neck, sucking on the place where his neck and shoulder met.

He gave me a small grunt of acknowledgment before speeding up only a little. He had very good control. It was almost too good. It seemed like he was having no problem just going slow. He may have sped up, but he was still going slow. I hated him at this point. He knew that we both wanted it more than anything at the moment. He kissed me before propping himself up.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t go at this pace for much longer,” he said.

I ran my hand up his side, “It’s okay.”

He smiled before thrusting faster, a moderate pace that wasn’t so torturous, but then he went faster. The thrusting, the grunting were rhythmical. I moaned loudly almost a scream. He knew that neither of us would last long. Not now. Not since he had started getting almost completely primal in his actions.

He told me to wrap my legs around him so that’s what I did. I wrapped them around him so he could get at a better depth. He kept hitting my g-spot over and over. He knew that he was too. He slid in and out of my slick vagina at a pace that was almost bruising. He wasn’t going to be able to hold off any longer. I didn’t want him to. I was a lot closer than I had thought at first, but I was proving to be closer than I really thought. He thrust deep within me. I tightened around him the best I could. My tightness caused him to growl deeply at me. Something that only came out of him when he was so close he could taste it. I tightened myself again, hurtling closer and closer to my orgasm.

“Cum with me, Becca,” that’s all he had to say before we both cried out in ecstasy. It felt so good to feel him throb inside my pulsating vagina. We tingled all over. Every sense heightened to its fullest now. Ryan was mine. This wasn’t like any other time. We both felt a sense of closeness we knew we had never felt. For the first time since we had been together, we felt closer than we had ever been before. We truly belonged to each other.
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