Foam Darts and Fevered Skin with Dafne Keen

[TheLW]

Foam Darts and Fevered Skin
With Dafne Keen
Written by TheLW
Codes: MF, Fingering, Handjob, Oral, Tit Play
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.

(Story Inspired by Pix)

Dafne stood across from me, looking dangerously cute and impossibly sexy at the same time. Her blunt bob haircut framed her sharp features perfectly, those intense dark eyes locked on mine with a mischievous glint. She was wearing that sheer, brownish-taupe mesh long-sleeve top that left almost nothing to the imagination, the delicate lace pattern stretched tight over her black lace bra, her firm breasts clearly visible beneath the fabric. A pair of simple black panties peeked out from the waistband of her low-slung shorts.

In each hand she held a Nerf gun, a solid blue pistol in her right, and the ridiculous bright blue-and-orange Super Soaker-style one in her left. Her red-painted nails looked lethal wrapped around the triggers.

“Ready to get your ass kicked?” Dafne taunted, her voice low and playful, that slight British-Spanish accent making everything she said sound sexier.

I grabbed my own two Nerf guns from the couch. “You’re going down, Keen.”

The fight started instantly.

She fired first, a rapid burst from the orange-tipped gun. Three foam darts shot toward me. I dove behind the couch, and popped up to return fire. My dart caught her square in the stomach. She gasped dramatically, then grinned wickedly and charged.

We ran around the living room like idiots, dart after dart flying, hitting the walls, the airplane poster, the red clock, even landing in the houseplant. I nailed her thigh. She got me in the chest. Every time I got close, Dafne would spin out of the way, her sheer top riding up and flashing more skin.

At one point she cornered me near the window. “Nowhere to run,” she smirked, aiming both guns at me. I lunged forward instead, grabbing her wrists and pushing them upward. We wrestled for control of the guns, bodies pressed together, breathing hard.

She twisted free and tackled me sideways. We crashed onto the couch in a tangle of limbs and laughter. The Nerf guns clattered to the floor. Suddenly we weren’t playing anymore, the wrestling turned into hunger.

Dafne straddled my hips, pinning my shoulders down with surprising strength. Her dark hair fell messily around her face as she leaned down, her breath hot against my ear. “You’re mine now,” she whispered, grinding slowly against the growing bulge in my jeans. I groaned at the friction.

I flipped us over in one motion, landing on top of her. She gasped, then moaned softly as I pinned her wrists above her head. Our lips pressed together, deep, desperate kisses full of tongue and teeth. I sucked on her lower lip while my free hand slid under her sheer top, feeling the warm, smooth skin of her stomach, then higher, cupping her breast through her bra. Her nipple was already hard against my hand.

“Fuck... touch me more,” she breathed, arching into my hand.

I pulled her top off completely, then reached behind her and unclasped her bra, letting it fall away. Dafne's breasts were perfect, small, perky, with dusky pink nipples begging for attention. I lowered my head and took one into my mouth, sucking gently, flicking my tongue across the sensitive nipple while my hand kneaded the other. Dafne moaned loudly, her fingers tangling in my hair, holding me there.

Dafne pushed me back suddenly and sat up, yanking my shirt over my head. Her hands explored my chest, nails scraping lightly down my stomach until they reached my belt. She undid it quickly, then slid her hand into my pants, wrapping her fingers around my hard cock.

“God, you’re so hard already,” she smirked, stroking me slowly. I hissed in pleasure.

Her other hand joined the first, one gripping the base while the other stroked upward in long, unhurried pulls. She varied the pressure perfectly, tight at the root, loosening as she glided toward the tip, then twisting her wrist just a little on the downstroke to add that extra friction that made my breath catch. Her nails grazed lightly along the underside, not scratching, but just enough to send sparks racing up my spine.

“Look at you,” she murmured, eyes flicking up to meet mine.

Those intense dark eyes held me captive, pupils blown wide with her own arousal. She squeezed gently at the base, holding me still for a second before resuming the slow pace, letting her palm slide over the slick head on every upstroke.

I reached down, threading my fingers through her short hair, just needing to feel her. She hummed in approval, leaning into the touch as she picked up the pace a fraction. Now it was more deliberate, faster twists, her thumb pressing firmly against the sensitive frenulum every time she reached the top, circling there until my thighs tensed and a low groan escaped me.

“Fuck, Dafne...” My voice came out rougher than I intended.

She grinned, wicked and triumphant. “You like that?”

Without waiting for an answer, she dipped her head and let a slow string of saliva drip from her lips onto the head, watching it slide down the length before her hand followed, spreading the warmth. The added slickness made everything smoother, hotter, her strokes gliding effortlessly now.

One hand stayed focused on the shaft while the other cupped lower, playing with my balls gently, massaging with just enough pressure to make my toes curl against the couch. She alternated between long, full strokes that made my hips rock up into her grip, then shorter, quicker pumps concentrated around the head that had me swearing under my breath. With every few strokes Dafne would pause at the top, squeeze, and twist, like she was wringing out every reaction she could get.

Her breathing had quickened too, chest rising and falling faster. The dusky pink nipples were tight peaks, begging to be touched again, but she was in control here and she knew it. She shifted closer, pressing her thigh against mine for leverage, the heat of her body radiating through the thin air between us.

“You’re throbbing so hard,” Dafne whispered, almost reverent, like she was savoring the power she held.

She emphasized with a firm squeeze mid-shaft, then dragged her hand up slowly, letting her fingers flare out to trace every vein. My hips jerked again, chasing the sensation.

I couldn’t take it anymore, the way she was drawing it out, teasing me right to the edge and then pulling back just enough to keep me desperate. My whole body was humming, every nerve lit up from her touch, and I needed to turn the tables, to taste her, to hear those same broken sounds coming from her instead.

“Dafne,” I rasped, catching her wrist gently but firmly on the next slow upstroke. “My turn.”

Her eyes looked up to mine, dark and gleaming with that mix of challenge and hunger. For a second she held the grip, stroking once more just to make me groan, then she let go with a soft, knowing laugh. “Okay,” she murmured, voice husky. “Show me what you’ve got.”

I moved fast, before she could change her mind or tease me again. I slid my hands under her hips, lifting her just enough to guide her down onto her back along the length of the couch. The cushions dipped under her slight weight as she settled, legs parting instinctively. Her bob fanned out messily against the armrest, bangs falling into her eyes, and she bit her lower lip watching me kneel between her thighs.

I hooked my fingers into the lace sides and tugged them down slowly, savoring the way her hips lifted to help me, the soft exhale she gave when cool air hit her skin. Once they were off and tossed somewhere behind me, I spread her thighs wider. She let me, opening fully.

Her pussy was glistening, lips swollen and slick, clit peeking out already sensitive-looking from the earlier friction and arousal. The scent of her, warm, musky, faintly sweet, hit me like a drug. I groaned low in my throat and leaned in.

I started slow at first, one long lick from her entrance all the way up to her clit. Dafne jolted, a sharp inhale turning into a moan as her hips rocked up toward my mouth. I did it again, slower this time, letting my tongue linger at the top to circle her clit lightly, once, twice, before dipping back down to taste more of her.

“Fuck... yes.”

I focused there next, sucking her clit gently between my lips, flicking the tip of my tongue over it in quick, fluttering licks while my hands gripped her thighs to keep her spread and steady. Her breathing turned ragged almost immediately, little gasps and whimpers spilling out every time I changed my rhythm. When I pressed my tongue hard against her and dragged it up again, she arched off the couch, thighs trembling against my shoulders.

I slid one hand up her stomach, palm warm against her skin, and cupped her breast, thumb brushing over that hard nipple, pinching and pulling lightly. She moaned louder, the sound vibrating through her whole body and straight into my mouth. Encouraged, I slipped two fingers of my other hand down, teasing her entrance first, circling, gathering her wetness, then pushing in slowly.

Dafne was so tight, so hot, inner walls fluttering around my fingers the second they were inside. I curled them upward, searching for that spot that always made her lose it, while my mouth stayed latched on her clit, sucking now, a rhythmic pace timed with the strokes of my fingers.

“Oh god... right there... don’t stop...” Her voice cracked, accent thickening as pleasure took over.

Dafne's hips started rolling in small, desperate circles, grinding against my face. I let her ride it, adding a third finger, stretching her gently while my tongue worked faster, harder circles around her clit. Her free hand grabbed the couch cushion beside her. Her thighs clamped tighter around my head, heels digging into my back.

Her thighs were trembling hard now, clamped around my ears like a vice, every muscle in her legs quivering. The sounds she made, sharp gasps turning into low, broken moans, vibrated straight through me, making my cock throb painfully against the couch cushion. I could feel her getting impossibly tighter around my three fingers, walls rippling and fluttering in frantic little throbs, her wetness coating my hand down to the wrist. Her pussy lips swelled against my tongue, throbbing in time with her heartbeat, and every time I sucked harder or flicked faster she arched higher, heels digging deeper into my shoulder blades.

"Oh fuck... fuck... I’m...” Her words dissolved into a keening cry.

Dafne's whole body seized. Back bowing off the couch in a sharp, beautiful arc, hips bucking wildly against my mouth and fingers. She came hard, walls clamping down in rhythmic, powerful contractions that squeezed my fingers like she was trying to pull them deeper. A fresh rush of wetness flooded my hand and tongue; I kept licking through it, slower now, gentler circles to ride her through the aftershocks while she shook and whimpered my name in that thick, wrecked accent.

When the tremors finally started to ease, I eased my fingers out carefully, kissing the inside of each trembling thigh as I did. Her chest heaved, skin flushed from collarbone to cheeks, dark eyes glassy and half-lidded when they found mine. She looked completely undone, hair mussed, lips swollen from biting them, her tits rising and falling with every ragged breath, and it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

I crawled up her body, kissing a path along her sternum, between her breasts, up the column of her throat until our mouths met. She tasted herself on my tongue and moaned into the kiss, greedy and unashamed, hands sliding down my back to grip my ass and pull me closer.

“Inside me,” she panted against my lips. “Now. I need you now.”

No hesitation. I shifted between Dafne's still-trembling thighs, bracing one hand beside her head and using the other to guide myself to her sex hole. She was so wet, slippery, ready, that the head of my cock slipped against her slit easily. I nudged forward just enough to notch inside her, then looked down to watch her face as I pushed in.

Her eyes fluttered shut, mouth falling open on a long, low moan as I sank into her. She was scorching hot, impossibly tight even after coming, inner walls still fluttering with little aftershocks that gripped me like velvet. I had to pause halfway, breathing hard through my nose, fighting the urge to slam home right then.

“God, you feel...” I groaned, voice rough. “So fucking perfect.”

“Move,” she demanded, nails raking down my back, legs hooking around my waist to pull me deeper. “Hard. Please.”

That was all I needed.

I thrust the rest of the way in one smooth, deep stroke, bottoming out until our hips met with a wet slap. We both gasped, Dafne at the sudden fullness, me at how tightly she clenched around me. Then I pulled back almost all the way and snapped forward again, harder this time, setting a fast, relentless rhythm.

The couch creaked under us as I fucked her, deep, punishing thrusts that made her breasts bounce with every impact. Her moans turned sharp and needy, accent thickening every time I slid in and out.

“Yes... yes... like that... fuck me harder...”

I gave her what she wanted. Hands gripping her hips, I angled deeper, hitting that spot inside her that made her moan out every time. The sounds of our bodies colliding filled the room, skin slapping skin, her slickness coating me, dripping down to where we joined.

Dafne dragged her nails down my back hard enough to sting, then hooked one leg higher over my shoulder, opening herself even more. The new angle let me drive in deeper, faster, every thrust punched a broken sound out of her mouth.

“Look at me,” I growled.

Her eyes snapped open, dark, wild, pupils blown. Our eyes locked and something electric passed between us. I fucked her harder, chasing that edge together.

“I’m... oh god... I’m gonna cum...” she gasped, voice cracking.

“Do it,” I grunted, feeling my own release building up. “Come on my cock. Let me feel it.”

Dafne's body was seizing. Walls clamped down like a fist, rippling and pulsating around me in violent contractions. She cried out, sharp, wordless, head thrown back against the cushion, as her orgasm tore through her. The sight and feel of her coming undone pushed me over.

I slammed into Dafne, deep one last time and came hard, gooey ropes of baby batter spilling inside of her. My hips jerked through it, grinding against her, in an attempt to drag every last shudder out of her while I emptied myself completely.

“Still think you won the Nerf fight?” she whispered a few moments later.

I huffed a laugh against her neck. “I’ll call it a draw... if we get a rematch.”

Her legs tightened around me in answer, keeping me buried inside her as she kissed me slow and deep.

“Deal,” she murmured.

Yeah. This was definitely going to be a long night.

The End