Touch Me Deeper

ᴍɪssᴇᴅ/ʙᴏɴᴜs ᴘᴀʀᴛs. 𝟸.𝟷, 𝟸. 𝟸. 𝟸. 𝟹

(this chapter contains 3 parts. All three of them has different scenarios. I found this treasure in my rough diary so I thought it would nice to publish it. It is also written in a different style than usual, I hope you guys won't mind it) :)

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Part I

The feeling of finally kissing him was euphoric as you moaned into his mouth, and it spurred him into action as he grabbed your waist and lifted you into his lap, hands now roaming your body as his kiss became more dominant. He pulls away for a split second, cradling your face in his hands, “I’ve wanted this for so long, baby girl, but you tell me to stop if it’s not what you want,” he said, eyes searching yours for any sign of apprehension.

“I want you, Arnie, I have since the beginning, please,” you tell him, smoothing your hands over his chest and shoulders while rocking your hips, feeling his hardness between your legs. He lets out a growl, smashing his lips to yours once again and with renewed vigor, his inhibitions gone as he pulled at your clothing, wanting to get his hands on you.

He got your shirt off, his hands exploring your naked skin with worship, “more beautiful than my dreams, doll, and believe me, I’ve thought about how soft your skin would feel many times,” he told you, smirking as he took in your flushed face and swollen lips. Your hands finger the hem of his shirt, lightly brushing the sensitive skin above his pants, and you felt his abs tighten.

“I’m glad to hear it because I can’t remember the last night I went to bed without you on my mind, what I wanted you to do to me,” you whispered in his ear, slowly dragging his shirt up. Arnold moved forward and removed his shirt, loving how your breath once again catches at the sight of his naked chest.

You can’t stop your hands as they delicately touch every inch of him, the feel of his hard muscles causing your p***y to clenched around nothing; you push down on him looking for some friction. He grabbed your hips to still your movements, eyes boring into yours as he said, “I want you to sit on my face, baby, let me taste you.”

You felt a new wave of wetness between your legs at his words, moving off his lap, “take your shorts off for me baby, let me see you,” he said, licking his lips as you slowly peel them down your legs. You’re in nothing but your bra and panties as you crawled back onto the bed, squeezing his thick thighs as you move up his body, rubbing against his erection before sitting on his chest. His hands kneaded your ass cheeks, thumbs hooking into your panties and tugging as he helped you out of them.

“So wet for me, baby, can’t wait to get my mouth on your pussy.” He positions you over his face, his hot breath on your core making you moan with want as you carefully lowered yourself onto his mouth. The first stroke of his tongue had your hands flying to his hair, grasping the soft locks between your fingers and grinding down, your hips moving of their accord as you felt him push between your dripping folds.

His grip on your ass is bruising as he licked and sucked your c**t, savoring every moment as you rode his face and came down undone. You didn’t last long, his tongue expertly working you over until you’re clutching the headboard and screaming his name as you came all over his face.

He held you steady as you came down from your orgasm, chest heaving with every breath and legs shaky, kissing your inner thighs as he gently laid you on the bed and rolled on top of you. Arnold showered you in soft kisses, loving how supple your body felt beneath his, and you relish in the feel of the weight of his large body, “that was amazing, Arnie” you murmured, still feeling the effects of his tongue and added, “I can’t wait to have your c**k Inside me.”

He pushed his hips into yours, lips finding your neck as he trailed kisses down to your shoulders and chest, freeing your breasts from your bra and sucking each n****e into his mouth. You arched into him, hands hooking into the waistband of his pants and pulling down, needing to feel him skin on skin, “please, Arnie, take these off,” you requested softly, melting under him.

He sat up to remove his pants, sliding up your body as his hands find your breasts once again, lightly massaging the soft tissue, and he said, “I can’t wait to be inside this p***y, doll,” before gradually gliding into you, every inch of him stretching you perfectly. He bottomed out with a grunt, and you hooked your heels around his waist, rolling your hips up and into him, silently begging him to move.

Likewise, he pulled back out slowly, lips connecting with yours as he then thrust back in. His pace is deliberate at first, the slow drag of his c**k rubbing your c**t and making you cry out for more, “Arnold please, f**k me harder.” He continued to move tantalizingly slow until, and it isn’t until finally, you raked your nails down his back, clenching your walls around him that he lose control, bringing his hips up and snapping back as he drove you into the mattress.

Every hard thrust of his c**k has the coil in your stomach tightening further, the sound of the headboard hitting against the wall mixing with your moans. You bring his head up from the crook of your neck to look into his eyes, the same eyes that have followed you all this time. “Arnie, I’m gonna…oh, f**k,” you cried out as your vision got blur, and you soaked his c**k, each spasm of your walls bringing him closer to his finish.

A few more pumps, and you felt his c**k pulse inside you, his c*m painting your walls as his orgasm rips through him. He slumped on top of you while still holding most of his weight up,, and you run your fingers down his back and squeeze his ass, giggling as he squirms above you. He slowly pulled out and roll over, pulling you onto his chest, one hand around your waist and the other caressing your hair.

“I never thought I would be so thankful for one small bed,” Bucky says, laughing into your hair, “but it finally gave me the nerve to make a move,” he added, smile infectious. “Me too, and let’s be honest, you barely fit in this bed by yourself, so it’s a lot easier if I’m on top of you or under you,” you say, your tone suggestive, pressing your body closer to his.

“Mm mm this is true,” he drawled, skillfully pulling you up until you’re completely on top of him and can feel his half hard c**k between your legs. You whimpered as he rolled his hips, bringing his lips to your ear and whispering, “now I want you to ride me princess”

Part II

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Just the thought of Arnold f*****g you had your knees weak as you made your way to the door. You yanked it open with a grunt only to find the man of your dreams standing there, no shirt, chiseled skin glistening with sweat and wearing a worried look. When your eyes finally meet his, you pin him with a look, waiting for him to explain himself, “sorry doll didn’t mean to wake you, but I heard you call my name a couple of times.” Your eyes widened,

Cheeks suddenly feeling hot, “I did? I mean, I don’t think I did, I don’t remember saying anything, and I was fast asleep until you woke me up,” you sassed trying to act as if you didn’t just have a wet dream about him, Arnold tapped his ear, “I was coming back from my run and definitely heard you say my name. Just wanted to check on ya.” You audibly swallowed, “well, thank you, I appreciate you looking out for me. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to work off some tension down in the gym,” you say as you start to close the door.

A hand grabs the door frame, and he gives you one last once over, a smirk now playing on his lips, “no problem, Rose, I’m headed there myself for some weights, see you soon.” He walked away as you stared at his ass, daydreaming about grabbing onto it as he f***s you through the mattress. This was bad. He probably heard you moaning out his name during the dream, and now he knows you want him, and you can’t even be embarrassed long enough not to ogle his backside as he walks down the hall.

Sigh. You washed up and change for the gym, grabbing water and your headphones before stepping out into the hallway, hoping you could work off some of this tension and stay far away from Arnold. You head directly for the treadmill, peeking your head around the wall to check if Arnold is there. He isn’t, and you exhale, getting ready to start your run, cranking up your music and getting lost in the beat.

“Ouch!” you screeched as you hit a brick wall. Brick walls don’t usually smell so nice or have warm hands to steady you, “hey baby girl, I was hoping I would run into you again, just not like this, are you ok?” Arnold lifts your head to look into your eyes. “Geez, Arniee, you’re solid,” you whimpered as you place your hands on his biceps, feeling the muscles flex beneath your fingers.

Your cheeks warm realizing what you’ve said and that you’re practically fondling him, although, by the look on his face, he doesn’t seem to mind at all. “Thanks Rose, glad you think so,” he flirts, now rubbing his hands up and down your arms. You feel dizzy, “I have to go shower, I’ll see you later! Bye!” you mumble at him as you scramble away into the bathroom. That’s twice you’ve totally made a fool of yourself today, you muse as you head to the shower, stripping off your clothes and letting the water cool your heated skin. You’re just about to turn off the water when you realized you have forgotten towels.

You’re silently cursing your situation when you heard a deep voice in the bathroom, “hey, babe, I noticed you left your towels outside on the bench, thought you might need them,” Arnold drawls, now standing right on the other side of the shower door. Your breath hitched as you assess the circumstances; you’re very naked and Arnold is so close, you wanted him badly, so you make a bold move.

Throwing open the shower door you coyly smile, “why thank you, Arniee, I knew I forgot something important,” you said, and you noticed his eyes darken as he drinks in your wet and naked body. Before can grab the towels from his hand, Arnold has your back pressed to the cold tiles, strong arms caging you in, “ok, baby, this is how we are going to do it then I’ll give you exactly what you want. I’ll have you screaming my name in no time, just like you were this morning,” he murmured before crashing his lips to yours.

You moaned as his tongue coaxed your mouth open, delighting in how perfect he tastes, running your hands over the clothes now clinging to his soaked and beautifully sculpted body. You work to remove his tee shirt not wanting any barrier between skin, admiring every dip and curve of his chest and carved abs, not being shy about how much you appreciate how beefy he is. Likewise, you can’t help but gasp as you look down and see his wet jeans tightly hugging the thick muscles of his thighs and emphasizing the large bulge of his hard cock

He growled as he unbuttons his pants and peel them from his body, having gone commando after his workout, his c**k bobbing free and settling against his abs. You licked your lips as you grabbed him, pumping your hand up and down his length, causing him to groan into your mouth, “f**k, doll. I can’t wait to bury myself in your p***y, I’m going to make you feel so good.” You grabbed onto his strong shoulder as he continues touching you all over, his large hands massaging your breasts and tracing the curve of your stomach as he reaches between your legs.

He easily puts two fingers inside you, groaning at the wetness, “all this for me, Rose. How many times have you fantasized about cumming on my fingers?” he asked as you grab his forearm, holding on for dear life as he brings you closer to your release. Just as you’re about to c*m, he removes his hand and brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean and making a satisfied sound at the taste, “I knew you would taste this sweet, I can’t wait to get my mouth on you.”

Before he can sink to his knees, you grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him in for a searing kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue, “f**k, Arniee, this is so much better than my dream, please make me c*m all over your face.” You watched as he kneels in front of you, licking his lips as he buried his face between your legs, the stubble along his jaw giving you just the right sensation. Lifting one leg over his shoulder to both hold you up and spread you open for him.

You’re shaky, and your breathing is labored as he expertly works you over with his tongue, your hands pushing his face further into your core as you chase your release. You screamed out as your orgasm hits you, pulling his hair, and he continues to suck on your oversensitive c**t. He slowly crawls up your body, leaving a trail of open mouth kisses, gently turning your body around, so your back is to his chest.

His hands reach around to cup your breasts as he lined himself up with your aching p***y and it one swift motion he sheathed himself inside you, “oh f**k, doll, you’re so tight for me, your p***y feels so perfect around my cock.” His words have you clenching, eliciting a growl from him as he pulled all the way out and slammed back in several times, your head falling to his shoulder as he kissed you. “I want to watch your face when I make you c*m all over my c**k, baby,” he said as he pulls out and spins you around so your back is to the wall.

He rubbed his length along your folds, teasing you, before he slammed back in and your eyes flutter closed in pleasure, “look at me while I f**k you, Rose.” Your eyes snapped open and focus on his face, cheeks flushed, jaw set in a hard line, and he’s so beautiful it overwhelms you. As if he can sense your thoughts he completely covers your body with his, stilling his movements and gazing into your eyes.

“You have no idea how beautiful and sexy you are, do you know, how much I’ve wanted you all this time,” his confession takes you surprised, and you poured all you’re feeling into a kiss. “f**k me, Arniee,” you whispered, locking eyes again as he began pounding into you, and you feel yourself nearing your orgasm. A few more hard thrusts, and you tighten around him, ecstasy washing over you.

His forehead met yours, and he gave you a sated smile, lightly brushing his lips along yours, still settled inside you,, and you can’t help but grabbed his ass and give it a hard squeeze. He yelped in surprise, his laughter ringing through the bathroom, “I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” you giggled giving it another squeeze, “you can grab it anytime you want doll, it’s yours, if you’ll have me,”

Part III

Arnold smooths his hand over the back of Rose’s smooth thigh, encouraging it to lift higher as it tucked up against her stomach, her other leg straight. It spreads her open beautifully, the low light making her p***y glisten with her arousal, and Arnold can’t help himself as he trails his hand back down her pretty thigh, over the curve of her juicy ass and lets his fingers slide through her slick, rubbing at her c**t and her making you wetter.

His free hand pushes into the waistband of his boxers, as he starts to work his fist over his throbbing c**k. His fingers dared to dip into your entrance slightly, opening her up, and she was so warm and soft that he can’t resist.

Arnold has never f****d Rose whilst she was sleeping, before. So, he was a little nervous as he pushed his boxers down his legs and spits on his fingers to wet the tip of his c**k a little.

He shuffled forward and tucked himself up behind Rose, checking that she was definitely wet enough before he slowly lines himself up with her opening.

He watches her face carefully, but it’s still that same peaceful look she always has when she is asleep, and so he slowly begins to drive his hips forward, filling her more and more until he’s fully seated. He feels you clenched around him, and her body moves ever so slightly, but she stays asleep.

Arnold groaned almost silently under his breath as he gripped her hip and starts to slowly thrusting her deep, watching carefully for any signs of her waking up.

His grip slowly begins to tightened on jdf hip, his thrusts picking up in speed and strength as he gets more and more confident f*****g you this day. Rose woke up slowly, the feeling of being rocked pulling her from her sweet deep slumber.

“f**k baby… you feel so good…” Rose open her eyes slowly, confused as she felt something hard and hot moving inside her. .

“Arnie?” Rose ask softly, reaching out for him. He grabbed her hand, his thrusts not ceasing. “Shh, it’s okay sweetheart, I’m here.” she nodded, holding his hand and moaning softly.

“Feel so good around me, even when you’re sleeping. So go back to sleep, sweetheart. I’ll make you feel really good. I promise.”

Rose was much too sleepy, so she falls back asleep, dreaming of f*****g her husband.

When she woke up, her p***y was covered in c*m, along with many other parts of her body. “Morning sweetheart. You seemed to enjoy last night,” Arnold said, walking into the room with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.

“Called me daddy in your sleep, too.” Rose pushed herself onto her elbows. “I did?” He nodded, smiling at her. “Had me cumming like a teenager.” Rose giggled. “Well, maybe you should do that more often.”