1 definition by Aizawa
sex is when a two people insert themselves into each other like USBs
As we walk down the quiet streets in our neighbourhood, Jacob distracts me, nibbling my ear, kissing my neck, pulling me close to him, all that cutesy stuff. And I hate to admit it, but I like it.
As we near the front doorsteps of my house, Jacob stops me, and pulls me to face him. His dark eyes look deep into my light ones, pools of brown staring into lakes of green. He looks down his perfect nose, adjusting his face so it’s looking directly at mine.
He literally can’t get any closer. He picks up my hands, and holds them steady. From under his jacket sleeve, he produces a silver chain with an oval-shaped locket hooked on it.
He nods at it. “Open it.”
I open the locket. Inside is a black and white polaroid of me, smiling, ice-cream smeared all over my face. That picture was from before we started dating, taken almost three years ago. Before everything with Emilia. I can see the faint etching of pen ink on the image, so I turn the polaroid over. On the back of my picture, there’s one word, written in Jacob’s scrawly handwriting: Prom?
I look back up at him, and I cannot contain my excitement. I throw my arms around his neck, and place my lips on his.
“Jakey, of course! A million times yes!”
His face lights up, and he takes me by my other hand and pulls me into my house.
As we walk down the quiet streets in our neighbourhood, Jacob distracts me, nibbling my ear, kissing my neck, pulling me close to him, all that cutesy stuff. And I hate to admit it, but I like it.
As we near the front doorsteps of my house, Jacob stops me, and pulls me to face him. His dark eyes look deep into my light ones, pools of brown staring into lakes of green. He looks down his perfect nose, adjusting his face so it’s looking directly at mine.
He literally can’t get any closer. He picks up my hands, and holds them steady. From under his jacket sleeve, he produces a silver chain with an oval-shaped locket hooked on it.
He nods at it. “Open it.”
I open the locket. Inside is a black and white polaroid of me, smiling, ice-cream smeared all over my face. That picture was from before we started dating, taken almost three years ago. Before everything with Emilia. I can see the faint etching of pen ink on the image, so I turn the polaroid over. On the back of my picture, there’s one word, written in Jacob’s scrawly handwriting: Prom?
I look back up at him, and I cannot contain my excitement. I throw my arms around his neck, and place my lips on his.
“Jakey, of course! A million times yes!”
His face lights up, and he takes me by my other hand and pulls me into my house.
He drags me up the stairs and into my room. He sits on the bed and I sit on top of him. He kisses my neck, lips making a trail from my temple down to my collarbone.
I throw my head back and moan, lips parted. The danger of sex with Jacob excites me, and he knows it.
I rub my hips on his, and run my hands up and down his body, under his shirt, taking in the way every muscle on his body feels, kissing his face, tracing his jaw with my tongue.
We lock eyes, his hand down my tracksuits, mine unzipping his jeans. I slip off my tank top, and he takes off his shirt. His body is even more toned than before, and I can't help running my hands over his bare chest, kissing his biceps, licking his pecs.
He takes his hand out from my pants and unhooks my bra, letting it fall free onto the ground, my breasts there for him to play with. He kisses them, sucking on my nipple piercings, biting them, licking them.
He takes my pants off, and I take off his. He’s not wearing boxers. His boner is huge, his 9 inch hard as hell, so I slip off my lace panties. My pussy wet, his dick hard, nothing mattering. So we do it.
He slowly pushes his dick into my pussy, rubbing my tits, me kissing his neck. I rub my clitoris, and he hits my g-spot and I moan louder than I ever have before. We both hit our orgasm at the same time, and slowly we turn it down a little, until we’re both curled up naked in my bed together. Moaning softly, fingering each other, sneaking kisses, until we slowly fall asleep.
I throw my head back and moan, lips parted. The danger of sex with Jacob excites me, and he knows it.
I rub my hips on his, and run my hands up and down his body, under his shirt, taking in the way every muscle on his body feels, kissing his face, tracing his jaw with my tongue.
We lock eyes, his hand down my tracksuits, mine unzipping his jeans. I slip off my tank top, and he takes off his shirt. His body is even more toned than before, and I can't help running my hands over his bare chest, kissing his biceps, licking his pecs.
He takes his hand out from my pants and unhooks my bra, letting it fall free onto the ground, my breasts there for him to play with. He kisses them, sucking on my nipple piercings, biting them, licking them.
He takes my pants off, and I take off his. He’s not wearing boxers. His boner is huge, his 9 inch hard as hell, so I slip off my lace panties. My pussy wet, his dick hard, nothing mattering. So we do it.
He slowly pushes his dick into my pussy, rubbing my tits, me kissing his neck. I rub my clitoris, and he hits my g-spot and I moan louder than I ever have before. We both hit our orgasm at the same time, and slowly we turn it down a little, until we’re both curled up naked in my bed together. Moaning softly, fingering each other, sneaking kisses, until we slowly fall asleep.
by Aizawa January 24, 2020