Your stretch marks are beautiful. And so are you. Stretch marks are normal in both men and women and so is cellulite (it's just a factor of growing and everybody has them) and can appear all over the body. I hope one day you learn to love them.
My hand tightens on the flesh of her ass, squeezing as if it'll give me some semblance of control but it's a false sense of security, my control completely snapped.
I cup her jaw in my palm, tilting her head back with the tip of my thumb, her head tapping against the mirror, the feel of her blood pumping under the pad of my fingers, pulse jumping.
A soft moan releases from her lips when I finally cover her lips with mine once more,
"Archer." She sighs, hands curling on my shoulders, pulling me into her body.
I don't reply, moving my hands to her hips and dragging her off of the counter, a gasp existing her lips before I place her on her feet, leaning down to seal her lips with mine, twisting us around.
"Walk." I murmur against her lips, groaning when she nips at my bottom one, dragging it into her mouth to suckle it, her feet beginning to walk backwards as I follow.
We walk under the door frame, and I stop, reaching over the back of my head to grab my wet shirt, slipping it over my head and letting it fall to the floor, Elle's hungry eyes traversing down my exposed chest.
I smirk, loving her attention. "You done?"
Her dark eyes travel slowly up my chest, dipping over my muscles and shoulders before finding mine, "No." She grins, the sight knocking against something in my chest, demanding I name the emotion.
I swallow, narrowing my eyes on her as she lifts a hand, twisting her finger in a slow circle and I raise my brows, turning slowly in spot so she can get the full one-eighty view.
I hold my breath as I feel her step closer, the heat of her hands skimming my spine, running over the faint scars littered across my flesh, fingertips memorising my skin.
"Elle?" I hush.
Her hand curls around my shoulder, settling on my pec, right above my heart.
"Archer." She murmurs, the whisper of her lips skimming my shoulder blade.
"What are we doing?"
She doesn't reply, her palm heating on my flesh as she moves it slowly to cover my nipple, fingers curling around it, she pinches it.
"Hey!" I yell, laughing and cover my nipples, turning to face the vixen of a woman.
She laughs, dancing backwards towards the bed, her face full of challenge.
My lips lift in a taunting grin, "Oh, you're going to pay for that."
She looks at me below her lashes as she takes a delicate seat on the end of her bed, "Can't wait." She grins, trying to hide her triumph by biting her lip slightly, the image causing my cock to harden more.
I stalk towards her, eyes dropping to her remaining clothes, "Take them off." I say roughly.
She does, hands slipping under the hem of her shorts and panties, being careful of her wound, dragging the wet material down her thighs before kicking them off her feet, the slap of them echoing in my pounding ears.
Her sports bra follows, and she lays back on the sheets, a slip of fabric pooling over her waist and chest, hiding her mauve nipples from sight.
Her hands run over the rumpled bedding, beckoning me closer.
"Are you coming?"
"Not yet." I reply, grinning at her as I walk closer, dropping to my knees in front of her, hands landing on her knee, slowly travelling up her thighs, smoothing over the skin.
My hands find her hips, squeezing the flesh briefly before finding her centre, cupping her with my palm, the heat of her singing my flesh.
She moves, legs falling open slightly, her eye on me as I rest a finger between her legs, running it slowly up and down her slit, spreading her wetness around her core.
Her lashes flutter, her face reddening as heat wraps its warm embrace around her, nipples peaking under the sheets, my eyes fall to them, and I look back to her face.
Her eyes are hooded with lust, the freckles on her face shining as her face glows under the moonlight spilling through her window, coating her golden skin in a pearlescent blush.
Her lips part as I move a finger to her entrance, inserting it up to my knuckle and sliding back out before sliding forward again, her eyes shutting.
"Look at me." I say, pausing my movements and her eyes flutter open, her gaze hazy with yearning.
I grin, "Good, " and insert a second finger, curling them upwards to her g-spot, pushing against that sensitive spot, plunging my finger in and out, slowly growing in speed, my fingers curling with every inward stroke.
"Faster." She moans out, her hands curling around the sheet beside her, twisting the fabric in her fingers.
I do, forcing my fingers faster, wetness coating them, my mouth lowering to join in, lips finding her clit quickly, sucking the bud gently, my tongue flattening against her core.
"Fuck." Her hips lift off the bed and I lift my spare hand, pushing her hips back down, mindful of her wound, before dragging my hand up to her breast, squeezing one in my palm, the hard peak of her nipple pressing into my hand. Stretch marks kiss her skin at her breast, swirling in beautiful patterns across her stomach, marking her thighs with memories.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck." She mutters, blonde her in disarray, head thrown back in ecstasy as I feast on her, licking, sucking, and nipping at her core, slowly building that precipice she so desperately wants to fall from.
"Archer." Her long drawn out moan is music to my ears, and I grin against her pussy. "I'm going to cum."
I slow my movements, lifting my head away as I stop completely, fingers curling around her nipple and twisting it.
She screeches, head lifting as she glares at me.
I stand up, pulling my pants down, her eyes drawn to my erect cock before I slowly crawl over the now sexually frustrated vixen.
"Archer-" I stop her with a kiss as I kneel on the bed, her legs falling to hug my hips, arms by her head as I keep my body from crushing hers.
"I hate you." She murmurs against my lips, hands lifting to delve into my hair, her mouth opening to welcome my tongue.
"No, you don't." I whisper, my tongue dancing with her, a song of destruction only we can hear, one hand lifting off the mattress to curl around her throat softly, squeezing.
Her moan skates down my spine, a shiver wracking my body.
The kiss is rough, wanton and coloured with desire, heat singing me every time our flesh touches, eyes flickering open.
I see her hand move to the side, the sound of her draw sliding open and a foil packet held up between two fingers, brandished at me with a smirk.
"Always prepared." She says, slowly, leaning up to kiss me soundly as I take the wrapper, leaning back to rest on my haunches.
I rip the foil with my teeth, slipping the piece of rubber down my shaft, moving back slightly to line the head of dick with her entrance.
I push forward slowly, Eleven's hands dropping to my hips, pushing me into her, a moan releasing from her lips, my groan accompanying it.
When I'm fully sheathed inside, I still for a moment, eyes closing, heart pounding.
"If you don't start moving-"
Her words are cut off with a groan, my hips pulling back to pound back in. I fuck her, hips pounding into her pussy, arms straining, sweat lingering at my hairline.
"Oh, fuck." Her hands land on my back, nails digging into my flesh, crescent shapes left behind.
My head falls forward, brown hair falling into Eleven's face as my movements quicken, hips hammering forward.
She moves the strands back, fingers lingering on my forehead, eyes riveted on her touch.
I swoop down, capturing her lips with mine, my tongue delving inside and finding hers, curling around it as I draw her into a heavy kiss. Her legs curling around my hips.
"Archer-" she breathes out, small gasps exiting her lips as I nip at them, "I-" She stops, flattening her lips to mine, burying the words between our kiss.
I lean up, letting go of her lips, "Elle."
Her eyes flutter open, dark depths full of emotion and she leans up, burying her head in my neck, beginning to leave open mouth kisses on my sweat slicked skin, before whispering on a soft groan, "Fuck, I'm cumming."
Her orgasm rocks through her, small gasps leaving her lips.
Her pussy squeezes around my shaft, pulsating with every stroke forward.
Her grip softens, back meeting the mattress once more as her orgasm abates, eyes hooded with desire and a hint of exhaustion.
I lean forward, my hips slowing to a lazy pump, lips descending to cover hers, leading her into a slow tortuous kiss as my own orgasm crashes over me, filling the condom.
I twist off her, landing beside her on the bed, chest moving up and down in rapid inhales and exhales.
I turn to look at her from the side, watching her pull the sheet up to cover her sweat slicked body.
"How's your wound?"
She blinks at me, eyes clouded with confusion, hand lifting to touch her covered wound. "It's fine, I can't feel anything."
I lift off the bed, walking for the bathroom and cleaning up before coming back with a wet hand towel, handing it over to her.
She takes it from me, eyes stuck on my hand, face clouded before she moves to clean herself up. I take the towel, throwing it back in the bathroom before turning back to the bedroom, crawling up onto the bed and under the sheets.
I breathe out softly, placing a soft kiss on her forehead as I watch her eyelids shut.
Sleep finds me not long after.