Sweet Nothings

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Barry kissed my neck softly, sucking softly. His skin was soft under my hands. I longed to feel more but he backed away, looking scared.
"Barry? What happened that was so traumatic?" I murmured, turning him around. I gasped and started to softly cry. His back was riddled with scars. I pressed my forehead between his shoulder blades, curling my arms around his belly. Barry rubbed my arms and I cried into his 6'1 frame. I kissed his shoulders and slowly made my way to his neck. He moaned and pressed further into me.
"Your gonna make me want to love you," Barry hissed, turning towards me. I smirked and pulled him towards me. I pressed a rough kiss to his full lips and I felt him moan against my lips. I giggled and pulled away. Barry moaned and tried to kiss me again.
"No mister milland, not right now," I murmured, kissing his head.
"No, right now," Barry groaned, pulling me to him.

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