for mom

A scream tears through the air as blood splatters viciously across the screen, and a grin tugs up at your lips at the sight. However, your girlfriend simply lets out a shrill squeak and hides her face against you. Specifically, against your right boob. You take a moment to appraise the situation, deciding whether or not to move her, when there is another scream from the television, and she burrows further against you. Unable to help yourself, you grin, the arm around her shoulders tugging her a bit closer. "Tee, that's my boob," you say bluntly, and she jerks back, her cheeks coloured with a dark blush.

"S-sorry! It wasn't on purpose! It just... I just got scared," she says, and you tug her back against her, enjoying her closeness. After all this time apart, and finally getting to meet her, you aren't gonna pass the opportunity up to hold her as close as possible. Even if it is during a scary movie you really want to watch that keeps freaking her out. You can always see the movie later though. Tee is only here for the week.

"God, you're adorable when you blush like that," you tell her in response, and her cheeks get darker, as if you had pinched them cherry red. You wonder exactly red she can get, and wonder how far you can push her before she gets to that point. She's a sputtering mess in response to what you said, doing her damnedest to get something out, and you silence her erratic sputtering with a kiss. There's a moment, where she stiffens and she's still against you, before she melts into the kiss. Just as she starts to lean into her, the massacre on the screen starts up again, just as loud before, and she breaks the kiss to quickly buries her face against your neck with a strangled squeak. Damn.

Maybe you should turn the movie off... Nah. You like seeing this side of her. She's not confident or calm, no. She's a weak little mess. She'd rather cling to you than try any silly pick up lines. A clinging little mess, and you can almost swear you feel tears against your neck. Perhaps you're a bit sick for liking her like this, but really, you don't care. You like it and it's making you all warm and fuzzy inside, knowing she needs you. Knowing she feels safe enough to cry against you, if that's really what she's doing. Knowing she trusts you. A part of you twists this and decides that you're going to watch another scary movie after this, another one she hasn't seen. The scariest one you can find. You're going to make her piss her pants, if you can.

Some other part of you says you shouldn't abuse this trust, but you squash it down flat. You're going to take advantage of it while you can, string her out, because you know she won't snap. She's liked you for a long time, you remember that first anonymous message confessing to you on tumblr, and you know that you could drag this out, because she's in love with you.

You do like her back. You do. But the idea of having her twisted around your finger, bent to do as you pleased... It turns you on more than you're willing to admit, even to just yourself. She's so innocent. It wouldn't be hard to corrupt her, ruin her innocence. And that's exactly what you're going to do. You grab her shoulders and yank her back from your neck, seeing the way her face is flushed and there's tears bubbling up.

There's a pause before you kiss her, harsh enough to practically feel her teeth against yours, and she mewls. It's a high pitched sound in the back of her throat, almost certainly pleasure, and all it does is make you hungrier to hear more. Your lips part as you deepen the kiss, push her back onto the couch, and pin her down. Underneath you, she melts. She does her best to reciprocate, even if it is sloppy, and you're reminded of a conversation on tumblr, that she's still a virgin, and that you're going to take her virginity. Oh yes, you're going to enjoy this.

Despite her sloppy attempts at returning your kiss, you find yourself enjoying the way her lips feel against yours, and the way she melts against you. Your hands slide down from her shoulders, carefully moving to slide under her shirt, before slowly tugging it up. She breaks the kiss when you do. Her eyes have drifted to watch your hands as her shirt is pulled up. You're expecting perhaps a whimper or a protest, but she doesn't say a word, letting you tug it up over her head. She even raises her hands up for you.

Once the garment is off of her, it's tossed to the ground without a second thought, and you figure you'll find exactly where it went later. Right now, you're focused on her body under you. She's as beautiful as you imagined, and the dark blush on her cheeks doesn't help. Her breasts are framed beautifully by her bra, almost overflowing, and you want to do nothing more than cup them in your hands and kiss them. So, without much care, you slide her bra up above her breasts, enough to expose them to the air. Her perky nipples are already hard, and the way her breasts spilled free from their confinement makes your mouth dry.

"H-honey?" she whimpers, and you quickly look up, meeting her eye. She's a mess, almost looking as if she's close to being in tears. Oh, shit. You must have been staring and freaked her out. To reassure her, you give her a quick kiss, enough to assure her you don't mind looking at her in the slightest. It wouldn't do you any good if she started crying right now after all, you wouldn't get anything done. After she finally relaxes again, you pull back and look down at her.

"Shhh, just let me look at you for a bit. I want to enjoy seeing you like this, all spread out underneath me and blushing. You're so pretty when you blush, you know that?" you coo, and she melts, letting out a weak mewl. Her arms stay where you tucked them when you pinned her down, perched above her head, as if she's scared to move them. You think about it for a moment before remembering your belt. As quick as you possibly can, you pull the belt off and wrap it around her hands, tying them there. She doesn't protest, more than a weak whimper anyways, and lets you do as you please.

You aren't worried about taking her bra off anymore than it is, and besides, she looks cute like this. Under you. At your complete mercy. You feel yourself throb at the thought and glance down to her voluptuous breasts, cupping one in each hand. Your hands are just big enough to hold most of them, and you allow yourself to squeeze them and mend the flesh. It's so soft, and she's letting out delicious little noises, almost a whimper but not quite. Running your thumbs along her nipples only makes them get louder, and you wonder... Moving one hand from her breast, you move to run your tongue around her nipple slowly, eliciting a beautiful moan that chokes out once she realises what she's done.