A Pick-up Line and a Sports Jersey [closed]

Sophia squeaked as soon as she was picked up by her companion, and then gasped as her back touched the cold tile of the shower all too quickly. His hips grinding into hers caused the small girl to moan slightly from the friction. She looked up at him, her heart beat increasing from the look on his face. She loved what that look could possibly have in store for her. She didn't even use her chance to respond to him to distracted by all the things he was doing. And as soon as his mouth closed on the side of her neck, her amber eyes closed and she let out a moan, the noise being repeated as he moved lower. Hopefully her noises were enough of a response for him. Her chest moving as she heavier.

Sophia's gasps earned a deep, soft growl from the base of Noah's throat. He worked his lips with practiced ease over her soft skin, tracing warm circles over the supple curves of her flesh with his tongue and making sure to bite at all the right places with the right amount of force. The Spring liked when he left marks on her skin. She wasn't a delicate flower, like so many of the girls Noah had dated over the years - a little pain was just right. He liked that about her. Too many times, Sophia had been the one to show him how to do things properly. She always had to guide him through their intimate encounters, so it was high time he returned the favour. He knew what she wanted now, and he was sure as hell gonna give it to her.

Noah drew his mouth away from her and straightened himself a little, meeting her face to face again. Her head was tipped back a little against the blue-and-white tile wall, and her eyes had fluttered lightly shut. It was a lovely sight indeed - seeing her losing her composure. He knew a way or two to make the sight even lovelier.

"God, I love that face," he breathed, teeth flashing again whilst one of his soap-slicked hands trailed down the expanse of Soph's belly, lower and lower.. And all at once, he crashed his lips back into hers and sunk a single finger experimentally into her. His hand gyrated in slow, circular movements at first - painfully slow.

If his lips weren't on her she probably would have gasped. She knew it was coming from the way his hand was slowly moving down her stomach, but at the same time she still didn't expect it. If it wasn't for the fact that he was holding her up she probably would have been standing on wobbly legs at that point. She moaned in to the boy's lips as she felt his finger move around in her. She knew he was going slow on purpose, she let out a small whine and moved her hips against his finger slightly to try and get him to move faster but she doubted that was going to happen.

Noah had to resist the growing temptation to stop his incessant teasing and just take her right there, satiating what they both really wanted out of this in mere seconds. It was torturous for him to have to restrain himself like this - to pace himself so sluggishly, and not to satisfy his own wants, but this wasn't about him. He'd been the one to invite her over this time, so he had to be hospitable. She was going to get the royal treatment. It was obvious in her tiny movement and whines that she wanted this deliberate slowness to stop, but Noah had to draw this out a little. The pay-off would be so much sweeter in the end, if he did.

"Hey, now, didn't you once tell me to take it slow?" he rumbled, his tone laden with a teasing bite. Noah placed a few more light kisses along the curve of her shoulder. For a few more seconds he continued pressing his hand inwards and outwards, but then stopped entirely. No, no.. This wasn't good enough. He needed to approach this task from a new angle.

Something almost sinister glinted in the depths of his eyes. "Let's make this more interesting." With warning, Noah hoisted the Spring girl up and sat her thighs down on his shoulders. "Light as a feather," he observed, grinning up at her. Then, without any further hesitation, he tipped his head forward, and his tongue delved where his fingers had been not a moment ago. He worked away at her at a sluggish pace to begin with, once again. Gradually, however, his movements quickened. His jaw began to grow somewhat sore after a little while at it, but he had no intention of being a let-down tonight.

Sophia let out a squeak as she had been lifted and placed her thighs on his shoulders. She had a bright blush on her face because no one had been able to to lift her like this before. Her embarrassment was replaced with pleasure as she let out a whine as his tongue had gone where his finger was before. She let out another whine as he worked slower but they were soon replaced by moans and gasps as he moved faster bringing a new fire to the pit of her stomach. The fire only grew until her body couldn't stand it anymore and she reached a release. Seeing stars behind her closed eyes. Once she had come down from the high she was panting heavily. Leaning against the wall relaying on Noah for support.