Love Actuary
‘Is
this the part where I ask what the plan is?’ she pries holding me back by my
shoulders. We’ve done nothing but kiss and caress each other the entire day,
reliving and relieving our bodies from the unexpected vacation we had lent
them. I grunt and look up into the eyes of the woman straddling me on my couch
‘do you really want to do that now?’ I huskily pry ‘there’s no way I’m risking
my heart, mind, body and soul in this if it’s only momentarily.’ She crisply
replies ‘when you say body what do you mean?’ I teasingly probe
‘We’ll have to find out.’ She coos rubbing up against my crotch in that motion I was dying to take out on her. I feel my leg overwhelmed with numbness, probably fainting from the possibility being afforded to it ‘Sweet Jesus!!’ I hiss loudly ‘Now what’s the plan?’ she reiterates. What motivation she gives I don’t question, because right there came the most important scheme I had to ever machinate!! The most important; keeping Sadie as mine!
‘So there’s seven days a week. I’ll need your timetable so we can see when we meet for study periods and when I read and you read and when you can do the video thing, Apart from helping each other study and all that.’ I calculate as she smiles up at me, seated on the couch attentively listening to her man, the actuary. I smile at her ‘continue.’ She urges me ‘financially...do you still have the blank cheque? Because we could start a consultancy kind of thing for insurance holders at low rates and I can get the income from that if my parents threaten to keep the bonds then they can do that. I can also invest. I should be able to tell which is a good investments and not. This means I can actually be very equipped to stand on my own though I’d rather stand with you.’ I coo with a smile.
She smiles and stands up ‘I like the plan.’ She decides ‘we just need to solidify it a tad and we’ll be fine regardless of my boring friends and stiff necked parents.’ I point out ‘we can do that.’ She promises ‘I’ll need your timetable. We can be study partners.’ I coo as she swings her body against mine and looks up at my lips
‘We can go get them right now.’ She offers ‘there’s only one thing I want right now.’ I huskily divulge. She smiles and tugs me down by my sweater, our lips meeting in a clash of beauty, melding like a viola d’amore and its strings. She grunts as my hands cup the backside in the jeans and hoist her off the ground, belting them around my awakened haunches. She cries out as my hands leave her waist and cup her breasts, my other hand blindly feeling my way to the bedroom where we need to get naked and sweaty so we don’t catch fire from the heat of her kisses!!
Her tongue does dizzyfying things to my head as we clash and kick around whatever’s standing in our way to the bedroom. She’s about to be mine! She’s about to be mine!! I kick the door open as my leg threatens to faint again, my resolve leading us right onto the bed before we land on it in a free fall which has her chuckling as I fight the top off her in rage I simply can’t understand, cupping her brassiere cup in my hand as I settle between her parted legs and start kissing her again, letting her feel my arousal in grunting and breathy jigs of my waist against the jeans.
She groans and shudders like she’s been struck by the chills as my hands reaches down from the bra to the waistband of the jeans. I grunt and retract my tongue ‘not yet.’ She whispers raspily, trying to catch her breath ‘promise you’ll let me know when.’ I demand gruffly ‘I will.’ She vows. Instead of being perpetually irked by the situation I feel a profound sense of understanding. I pull her top back down and caress her face with a smile, ignoring the ache in my pants ‘What would you like it to be like?’ I probe sliding to her side and hauling her into my arms ‘I’ve never really thought about it. I was hoping I wouldn’t be there when it happened.’ She lightly reveals ‘I want you to be there when it happens.’ I assure her ‘you do?’ she pries looking into my eyes as we rub noses
‘Of course. I want you to be there. And I want an orchestra to be playing something lovely in the back ground. I want you to open the door and find flowers lining the way to the bed, which is going to be lined in expensive silks. I want to be right there in nothing but my briefs and a lily in my mouth like I’m a matador. And you will walk to me, let me help you out of your clothes as I kiss and caress the perfection of your sculpt, candles showing our shadows as I warm you up for what’s to come tenderly and then when you can have no more I will finally sear into the depths of you and inculcate ecstasy into your every atom.’ I decide huskily. She looks at me with a smile ‘you’re a romantic!’ she chuckles softly ‘I am unfortunately. It’s an acquired taste don’t you think?’ I prod lightly ‘I think it suits you.’ She decides ‘it wears you better.’ I coo smiling at her
‘We’ll have to find out.’ She coos rubbing up against my crotch in that motion I was dying to take out on her. I feel my leg overwhelmed with numbness, probably fainting from the possibility being afforded to it ‘Sweet Jesus!!’ I hiss loudly ‘Now what’s the plan?’ she reiterates. What motivation she gives I don’t question, because right there came the most important scheme I had to ever machinate!! The most important; keeping Sadie as mine!
‘So there’s seven days a week. I’ll need your timetable so we can see when we meet for study periods and when I read and you read and when you can do the video thing, Apart from helping each other study and all that.’ I calculate as she smiles up at me, seated on the couch attentively listening to her man, the actuary. I smile at her ‘continue.’ She urges me ‘financially...do you still have the blank cheque? Because we could start a consultancy kind of thing for insurance holders at low rates and I can get the income from that if my parents threaten to keep the bonds then they can do that. I can also invest. I should be able to tell which is a good investments and not. This means I can actually be very equipped to stand on my own though I’d rather stand with you.’ I coo with a smile.
She smiles and stands up ‘I like the plan.’ She decides ‘we just need to solidify it a tad and we’ll be fine regardless of my boring friends and stiff necked parents.’ I point out ‘we can do that.’ She promises ‘I’ll need your timetable. We can be study partners.’ I coo as she swings her body against mine and looks up at my lips
‘We can go get them right now.’ She offers ‘there’s only one thing I want right now.’ I huskily divulge. She smiles and tugs me down by my sweater, our lips meeting in a clash of beauty, melding like a viola d’amore and its strings. She grunts as my hands cup the backside in the jeans and hoist her off the ground, belting them around my awakened haunches. She cries out as my hands leave her waist and cup her breasts, my other hand blindly feeling my way to the bedroom where we need to get naked and sweaty so we don’t catch fire from the heat of her kisses!!
Her tongue does dizzyfying things to my head as we clash and kick around whatever’s standing in our way to the bedroom. She’s about to be mine! She’s about to be mine!! I kick the door open as my leg threatens to faint again, my resolve leading us right onto the bed before we land on it in a free fall which has her chuckling as I fight the top off her in rage I simply can’t understand, cupping her brassiere cup in my hand as I settle between her parted legs and start kissing her again, letting her feel my arousal in grunting and breathy jigs of my waist against the jeans.
She groans and shudders like she’s been struck by the chills as my hands reaches down from the bra to the waistband of the jeans. I grunt and retract my tongue ‘not yet.’ She whispers raspily, trying to catch her breath ‘promise you’ll let me know when.’ I demand gruffly ‘I will.’ She vows. Instead of being perpetually irked by the situation I feel a profound sense of understanding. I pull her top back down and caress her face with a smile, ignoring the ache in my pants ‘What would you like it to be like?’ I probe sliding to her side and hauling her into my arms ‘I’ve never really thought about it. I was hoping I wouldn’t be there when it happened.’ She lightly reveals ‘I want you to be there when it happens.’ I assure her ‘you do?’ she pries looking into my eyes as we rub noses
‘Of course. I want you to be there. And I want an orchestra to be playing something lovely in the back ground. I want you to open the door and find flowers lining the way to the bed, which is going to be lined in expensive silks. I want to be right there in nothing but my briefs and a lily in my mouth like I’m a matador. And you will walk to me, let me help you out of your clothes as I kiss and caress the perfection of your sculpt, candles showing our shadows as I warm you up for what’s to come tenderly and then when you can have no more I will finally sear into the depths of you and inculcate ecstasy into your every atom.’ I decide huskily. She looks at me with a smile ‘you’re a romantic!’ she chuckles softly ‘I am unfortunately. It’s an acquired taste don’t you think?’ I prod lightly ‘I think it suits you.’ She decides ‘it wears you better.’ I coo smiling at her
