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Post by dustin on Jan 11, 2011 22:34:40 GMT -8
Tearin' down a dirt road, rebel flag flyin', 'Coon dog in the back. Truck bed loaded down with beer, An' a cold one in my lap. [/font] A soccer mom. He laughed at her comment, smiling. "I know how you feel," He said. That was pretty much all he did, besides school. "I have Rex, and a filly I'm working on" He began "I get up, go to the barn, ride all day, then come home and go to sleep." It was true, he had no life. Of course that WAS his life, horses. He wanted to get another young horse to keep under his wing, then sell later, but he hadn't decided on it yet. He grinned, glad that the age didn't bother her. He relaxed again, watching her scoot to where her knees were touching his. He looked at her, his eyes soft. He studied her face, her hair, just looking over her.
As she spoke again, he was tuned in. He knew what she was talking about, but he didn't worry about anyone else. He treated the barn here like it was his own. He'd have his own one day, and those snoody little riders would be begging to work for him. He didn't care. "They only stare cause they're jealous," He said and smiled, bringing a hand to her cheek. He let his fingers touch her hair, tucking it behind her ear. "But you know, your with me now" He said and grinned "let me know if I have to kick someone's ass." He might've been smiling, but he wasn't kidding. Once he liked someone, he stuck up for them. He could beat someone til they cried, too. Years of working on the farm don't lie.
He let his face get closer to her's, his hand touching her neck. He smiled, pressing his lips against her's. It was like he'd done it a million times before. Closing his eyes, he felt her lips against his. It was like magic. She was so easy to be around, and everything about her was good for him. He pulled back slightly, biting his lip "I just want you to know, I'm not kissin' you 'cause I think your just like the other girls I kissed on the first date.." He said, then laughed at himself. That probably sounded bad "That didn't sound right," He began, then sighed "your different." He looked at her, his hand now on the back of her head. His fingers twirled with her hair, and he felt in place.
[/size] Earnhart sticker behind my head, An' my woman by my side. Tail-pipe's poppin', the radio's rockin': "Country Boy Can Survive". Well, if you got a problem with that, You can kiss my country ass. [/font]
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Post by cricketschirp on Jan 11, 2011 22:57:25 GMT -8
She was with him now. The words flooded her ears, echoed through her mind. She wasn’t alone here, and that was comforting. She was with him. They were together. They had each other’s backs. “Ooh, big gruff cowboy to protect me...” She whispered with a smile, and she scooted closer to him, her chair practically against his, her legs pressed tightly against his. She could feel the warmth through his jeans and she liked it. She liked being so close to him.
When he kissed her, the movements were effortless. Her lips seemed to melt into his, her mouth fallowing his rhythm perfectly. It was so easy, so sweet, she could barely breathe. The happiness that swelled inside her was astounding. The only time her heart had ever beaten so fast was riding. “It sounded perfect...” She whispered, and she traced a line with her finger from his wrist to his shoulder, placing the palm of her hand on the muscle there. His hand was behind her head, his fingers entangled in her hair. She sighed contentedly, and she looked into his eyes. “If I tell you a secret, you can’t laugh.” She whispered, and she scooted closer, her chest pressing close to his, she brought her lips back to his. The taste of Jack and warmth in her mouth as she traced the contours of his bottom lip with her tongue, her face close to his, her eyes closed, and her hand tracing patterns on his bare neck with her pointer finger. It was perfect. She wanted to take his shirt in her hand, pull herself to him, hold him close, feel his firm muscular body against her, but instead she pulled away with a sigh, taking her bottom lip between her teeth and nibbling it gently. She was holding herself back, and she wondered if he noticed.
“I never thought I would find someone that made me feel the way I do when I’m riding.” She smiled, and she placed her lips to his, resting them there without completing the kiss. She closed her eyes and inhaled through her nose, smelling the sweet smell of sweat, dust, and horse on his skin. She found it incredibly sexy, and the smell sent a shiver rippling through her body.
Kody Lynn kissed his lower lip, taking it between her teeth and nibbling it ever so gently. When she finally released it, she brought her eyes back to his. “This comes pretty close.” She grinned, and her eyes were smoldering. "Oh, and you smell like horse, stud." She whispered, her voice thick from kissing.
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Post by dustin on Jan 11, 2011 23:22:52 GMT -8
Tearin' down a dirt road, rebel flag flyin', 'Coon dog in the back. Truck bed loaded down with beer, An' a cold one in my lap. [/font] Big grufff cowboy to protect me He smiled as he heard her. The words faded from his head as he felt her close to him. He almost couldn't take it anymore. Hearing her say it sounded perfect, he felt even better. Someone who finally got him. Most girls would've taken it bad, but he only meant it in a good way. He would never do anything to make her feel bad, he knew how it felt to be put down by someone he thought fondly of. Feeling her fingers trace from his wrist up to his shoulder, even more chills were sent over him. His muscle flexed every time his fingers moved through her hair. "Alright," He said quietly, ready to hear this secret. Feeling her lips against her's again, feeling her toungue against his bottom lip, he really almost couldn't take it.
Her hand on his neck, her fingers touching it. He took a deep breath, letting it out. It came out shaky, like he was scared. He wasn't scared, he was just plain nervous. As she pulled back, he opened his eyes once more to look at her. Hearing her speak, he couldn't help but blush a little bit. He never blushed, ever. He also never got nervous. Her lips met his again, his pressing softly against her's. He was about to got insane as she nibbled his lip, then she released. "Does it?" He asked, a soft smile on his lips.
"So do you," He said and chuckled. He loved that smell, there was nothing else like it. There was also nothing else like a woman sitting that close to him, who smelled like that. One arm moved behind her back for support, while his other arm went under her knees. He pulled her up easily, sitting her in his lap. He smiled up at her, winking playfully. "Your the most beautiful girl I've ever met, Kody" He said, quieter than he had spoken before. She was, he wasn't lying.
[/size] Earnhart sticker behind my head, An' my woman by my side. Tail-pipe's poppin', the radio's rockin': "Country Boy Can Survive". Well, if you got a problem with that, You can kiss my country ass. [/font]
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Post by cricketschirp on Jan 11, 2011 23:49:23 GMT -8
He had done exactly what she had wanted to do, pull her onto his lap. She shivered when he placed his hand to her back, lifting her easily and placing her in the spot she most wanted to be. She sat facing him, a leg on either side, bent at the knees, almost kneeling on his lap. She chewed her lip carefully, her stomach turning with excitement, yearning for him to touch her, to kiss her. “You’re the sweetest guy I ever met, Dustin. You know that?” She whispered, and her voice dripped with her southern accent. That was another thing she found incredibly sexy about him. He shared the same accent that she possessed. There was just too much that they had in common. It was too perfect.
She pulled in a ragged breath. Her lungs felt dry, and her body felt empty. From his shoulders, she slowly ran her hands down his arms to his large hands. She smiled when she felt them. Perfect. Rough, but perfect. Working hands. Man’s hands. His hands. She placed her fingers between his and slowly drew his hands to her thighs, resting them there as she pressed her lips to his with an urgent, muffled whimper. She kissed him slowly at first, her lips fluttering like the wings of a moth, but she quickly lost interest in playing nicely. Her lips sped with the pounding of her heart, faster and faster. She drug his hands from her jean clad thighs to her hips, to her stomach, to the spot just below her breasts where she let them go. She freed his hands, allowing them to move wherever they wished to go. Her hands, however, were not unmoving. They took their spot at the collar of his western shirt, clutching it with certain urgency as she pressed her body close to his.
“It’s a good thing horse is my favorite smell...” Kody whispered as her lips searched his hungrily. Her apartment was eerily quiet. Just the sound of beating hearts and fluttering lips.
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Post by dustin on Jan 12, 2011 0:15:56 GMT -8
Tearin' down a dirt road, rebel flag flyin', 'Coon dog in the back. Truck bed loaded down with beer, An' a cold one in my lap. [/color][/size][/center][/font] As she straddled him, he could faint. He didn't realize how different it was with a girl he was actually interested in. He kept looking up at her, hearing her speak again. "I try," He said with a seductive grin, he couldn't get enough. His stomach was in knots, but he felt at ease with it. He knew she wouldn't judge him. He just didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable. He pushed the thought from his head, knowing they both brought this on. Hell, she kissed him first!
Hearing her breath, he tried not to make his breaths so shaky. It didn't work, it just made them louder. Her hands against her's again sent chills all over his body. He didn't breath a second while she moved them, and his heart fluttered slightly as she placed his hands on her thighs. His fingers pressed against her thighs softly, feeling her lips against his again. As things sped up, he almost couldn't think. In fact, he wasn't even sure he was breathing. Feeling his hands being moved again, he was happy where they were placed. Feeling her hips, her stomach, he smiled against her lips. Feeling her let go, his hands ran across her upper stomach. One hand went behind her, to her lower back while the other went to her side. His hands slowly krept up the inside of her shirt. Feeling her bare skin, he could've had a heart attack.
As he pressed his hands against her back, they wandered there to her stomach, and back. As she pulled back and spoke, he didn't say another word. That was it. Feeling her lips back on his, his toungue ran along her teeth. He had to have her, this was too much.
[/size] Earnhart sticker behind my head, An' my woman by my side. Tail-pipe's poppin', the radio's rockin': "Country Boy Can Survive". Well, if you got a problem with that, You can kiss my country ass. [/font]
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Post by cricketschirp on Jan 12, 2011 20:10:00 GMT -8
Her lips moved carefully against his, her eyes closed, her fingers fallowing the lines of his neck, to his shoulders, down his arm, to his chest, where they lingered there, playing with the buttons of his shirt. She kissed him with urgent precision, tracing the outline of his lower lip with her tongue and could taste the stinging sweetness of the jack there. Her heart pounded to the rhythm of their lips, and sped just a little faster when she felt his hands trail down her stomach and under her shirt.
Was there still food on the table? Kody couldn’t tell. She couldn’t remember if she had even finished her meal. That was how preoccupied her mind was. She pressed her body tight to his, squeezing her legs around him. She drew her lips away from his, steadying her breathing and slowly working her fingers to unbutton his shirt. She task was tedious but she got it done with shaking hands and slowly peeled the shirt back around his shoulders, revealing his muscular chest. He was too perfect. He was sweet, incredibly kind, and gentlemanly. He was perfect, and she was beginning to want him more and more. There was the familiar feeling in her tummy again. The fluttering like butterfly wings as she lowered her face to his neck and brushed her lips against the skin there. She inhaled the scent of arena dirt and horse scent, savoring it and logging it away in her mind. This was what she wanted to remember.
With her hands splayed out across his chest, she kissed the skin between his ear and jaw, taking it between her teeth and nibbling it gently. The thought crossed her mind that her bedroom door was open. Just across the living room, and into the small hall that led to her bathroom. Her mind was racing, her eyes open and staring behind Dustin, at the dark hallway. She wanted to badly to take him by the hand, lead him to her room, shut her door, and have her way. Feel him against her bare body. She drew in another ragged breath, feeling the air drag against her throat.
“Would you get the wrong idea if I take you to my room?” She asked playfully, nibbling his ear lobe. “I wouldn’t want you to think I’m taking advantage of you.” She joked, her voice cracking at the end, hungry and needing. She slowly pulled herself away, peeling herself away from him, and sliding off of his lap. Pulling her shirt down, she reached for his hand and quickly tugged him off the chair. She stood on her tippy-toes and kissed his chin, dragging her teeth across his prickly skin. “Fallow me, stud...” She grinned, and placed his hand on her hip, leading him off into the darkness of her hallway, to the confines of her room.
Ooc: UNST UNST UNST UNST!
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Post by dustin on Jan 12, 2011 20:19:08 GMT -8
Tearin' down a dirt road, rebel flag flyin', 'Coon dog in the back. Truck bed loaded down with beer, An' a cold one in my lap. [/font] THEN MAGICALLY IT WAS AN HOUR OR TWO LATER! Dustin's fingers traced Kody's arm carefully. He was damp with sweat, but he didn't care. His hair was a mess, he was totally naked. Not that he was complaining. His fingers went to her hair, running through it carefully. A smile was set on his lips, one that he couldn't explain. He felt like he could jump off a 10 foot building, and live. As long as she was there at the bottom. He planted a soft kiss on her cheek, keeping his face close to her's. His breathing was beginning to slow to normal again. He took a deep breath, letting it out.
He hadn't felt this close to someone in awhile. It was nice, or at least different, to feel this way. He didn't have the feeling he usually had after he'd slept with someone, that they were just going to run off in a few minutes. That's what always happened. Typical. He remembered Laney was that way. He thought it was amazing, and Laney could have cared less. She ran off and never spoke to him again, except to tell him it was over. His father had to telll him they'd moved.
He never understood it, but he didn't care anymore. Kody was everything he wanted. That sounded cliche, but he didn't care. "Your wonderful," He breathed, his voice barely a whisper. He smiled again as his fingers went down to her stomach, drawing lines on her bare skin.
[/size] Earnhart sticker behind my head, An' my woman by my side. Tail-pipe's poppin', the radio's rockin': "Country Boy Can Survive". Well, if you got a problem with that, You can kiss my country ass. [/font]
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Post by cricketschirp on Jan 12, 2011 20:42:33 GMT -8
Yeah an hour or two... Or three XD Hehehe
Sweat and bare skin against sheets.
Her long brown hair was a mess, and she instantly regretted that she hadn’t kept it in a pony tail. But that didn’t quite matter, did it? Why would she care about her hair when she had him beside her, panting and equally naked? She smiled as she scooted closer to him, her tummy pressed against his side, her bare leg hooked carefully over his. She snuggled into the space under his arm and rested the side of her face against his chest. She breathed in slowly, savoring the moment of after-sex glee. She wasn’t sure what time it was, and she wasn’t sure if she even cared. Were her doors locked? She didn’t know. Was there dinner still on the table? She didn’t care. She closed her eyes tightly, the smile still on her face, and her fingers tracing shapes on his bare chest. She shivered once, feeling his fingers on her bare flesh.
"Um, no. You’re wonderful.” She said and her voice came out a little louder than she had expected. She hadn’t realized how quiet her room had become. She lay there unmoving, only her hand flickering against his chest, and her ear straining to hear his heart beat. She listened as his heart beat slowed to an easy drum, steady and strong. That was something she would cherish: His heart beat, the sound of it in her head, thumping along without a care. Her heart swelled, and she couldn’t believe that she felt like crying. She was so convinced that she was alone here. She spent the whole week alone in her apartment, and she wondered how she was going to get through and make it out here so far away from her family. And then, all of a sudden he shows up. Like a saving grace. She couldn’t help but smile. She wanted to curl up into a ball, hold him close, wrap him in her arms, and never let him go. She wanted to hear his voice, listen to his heart, and keep him close. She wanted to tell him everything. She wanted him to know her. To know her family, to know her heart.
Kody Lynn pulled herself up, balancing on her fore arm, and kissed his lips twice. One long, passionate kiss, and then she drew back and planted another small short one on his lower lip before smiling. “Can I keep you?” She asked, and she scooted upwards, curling her legs up beneath her and nestling her face into the crook of his neck, her body curling into a ball at his side, her knee brushing his hip, and her chest pressed up against his bare, muscular arm. She was so small compared to him. He could so easily hurt her, do whatever he wanted. But she felt so safe next to him, completely protected.
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Post by dustin on Jan 12, 2011 20:52:45 GMT -8
Tearin' down a dirt road, rebel flag flyin', 'Coon dog in the back. Truck bed loaded down with beer, An' a cold one in my lap. [/font] THEN MAGICALLY IT WAS AN HOUR OR TWO LATER! He didn't even think about anything else. The food, if anyone else lived with her he didn't know about. He didn't care. Hearing her speak, he smiled. He was wonderful to someone? Now that he could live with. One arm above her head, his hand touching her back. It felt like a fairytale. The ones he remembered little girls in school talking about. The ones that everyone described. This was it. He sighed again softly, taking it all in.
Feeling her move up, and kiss him, he willingly kissed her back. Can I keep you? He heard her say. He smiled "I'm here as long as you want me to be," He said. "All you have to do is feed me every now and then," He said playfully. As she snuggled up next to him, he felt warmer. "I'm an easy keep," He said before closing his eyes with a grin.
He could hear her heartbeat from where he was, and he enjoyed the silence they shared. It was comfortable, not awkward like it was with some people. It was just there. He opened his eyes, looking up at the ceiling. He looked back down to her, studying her body. She was truely beautiful. He let his free hand touch her hip, then her back. He felt good when she was closer to him, so close he could hear her heart, her breathing. It was comforting. He too was glad that he wasn't here alone anymore, and he felt better. No more boring days alone, he had somebody now.
[/size] Earnhart sticker behind my head, An' my woman by my side. Tail-pipe's poppin', the radio's rockin': "Country Boy Can Survive". Well, if you got a problem with that, You can kiss my country ass. [/font]
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