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All Eyes On Me	By : ibgarry Category: +G through L > Ib Views: 1242 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The crash of a picture frame on Garry’s nightstand resounded through the room, but neither Ib nor Garry acknowledged the sound. Nothing would break the two of them apart, especially since Garry already had his tongue down her throat.
Garry had his hand on the back of her neck, pulling her close, and through the chaos he wondered how Ib had managed to break a picture frame. On the other hand, she was frenzied, excited to have him laying on his back in front of her. The thought of the two of them regretting any of it wasn’t even an idea.
The bed sunk and whined under the weight of Ib pressing her hand and knees into the comforter and mattress. Her hair hung around her face, nearly brushing the bed and Garry. She pulled it all to one side. The corners of Garry’s mouth were smeared with red lipstick. Ib giggled at the sight.
“What is it?”
“I got lipstick on you.”
“Oh, yeah?”
Ib could feel every inch of her pressed against Garry when she brought her lips to his. A tremor racked through her hands as she pulled her fingers through his hair, looping his gelled curls through her fingers.
They became aware of one another’s motive; Ib unbuttoned the collar of her blouse, her fingers flitting as she struggled to hold onto each button.
It felt like an eternity before she had undone the first button, and Garry intervened. His fingers brushed against her palms. “Let me.”
A few seconds had passed before the line of button came undone one by one. Garry pulled the fabric aside like a curtain, revealing Ib’s pale skin and the lacy pink bra she had worn that night. He nearly called the ensemble of matching underwear “cute”, but it felt like too much.
Ib bit her lip, trying to hold her breath impatiently as his eyes traced the outline of her bra. Everything had moved so quickly. She wondered if her blush was spreading to her chest.
Garry slid the blouse off her shoulders, and the fabric fell to her wrists, held at her side. A heavy silence filled the room before Garry reached over to Ib’s left and began to unbutton the cuffs of her blouse.
He threw the garment to the floor and redirected his attention on her, placing his hands on her hips.
“You sure you want to do this?” He asked.
A small smile stretched across Ib’s face, and she leaned forward, brushing aside his bangs to kiss his forehead. “I’m sure.”
The words pulled a sigh out of Garry, his head resting against her chest. “You know the top drawer of the nightstand.”
Ib pulled away. “What about it?”
“There are condoms in there.”
“Oh, right.” Ib leaned over to her right, her knee digging further into the mattress as she reached for the drawer. She found what she had expected when she opened it: a pile of wrapped condoms, sprawled around the bottom of the drawer.
She handed one to Garry, and he placed it next to him on the bed. He leaned back on his hands, sighing again. Ib sat on his lap, her fingers entwined in front of her.
“We’re really doing this…” Garry murmured, staring into space.
Ib watched him, nearly laughing. “Yeah.” She breathed hard still.
In one movement, she took the hem of his shirt in her hands and pulled it up; Garry lifted his arms and assisted her in pulling it over his head. Garry grabbed it first and tossed it onto the floor with Ib’s blouse.
Ib heard the clink of his belt buckle, and her world suddenly came to a stop.
Oh, my god. I’m gonna see his dick.
He unlooped the belt and threw it away. It was just two layers of clothing between Ib and him. He had just begun unbuttoning his jeans before Ib took his face in her hands and brought her lips to his. Garry inhaled sharply, the scent of Ib’s perfume flooding his nose.
There was an obvious bulge in his pants.
Ib pulled away from his face, hands still holding his jawline. Garry was still in the process of pulling off his jeans, but he was suddenly so enthusiastic to do so. They had grown increasingly uncomfortable.
And then his jeans joined the pile of clothes on the floor, and he was sitting in front of her with black boxer briefs and a hard-on. The task of getting naked was still an obstacle they had to overcome.
Ib unhooked her bra and pulled, discarding it promptly on the floor. She stood and began to pull her panties down from under her skirt to her ankles. Her thigh highs remained on. Garry’s socks had been left in the foyer.
She wondered what her mom would have said if she had caught them in the act.
Ib yanked down the waistband of Garry’s briefs. It was a feeling that was once all too familiar to Garry, but in Ib’s presence, it was somehow so foreign.
He was impressive. Like, definitely above average.
The process was slowing down, but Ib grabbed the wrapped condom Garry had thrown onto the bed and opened it. It was beginning to become clear to Ib what she was getting herself into. It wouldn’t stop her, though. Was he five inches? Six? She couldn’t tell.
The condom she pulled out of the wrapper was ribbed. The wrapper joined everything else that had been thrown to the floor.
Garry rolled it on. It was a chore for Ib to just sit and watch, but the sight of him was incredible.
She brought her arms around his neck, into an embrace. Garry brought her closer and closer until only sweat separated them. The tension melted away.
With his arms around her waist, he brought her down on top of him. He fell back onto the bed, her hair balled into his fist.
She was so beautiful.
Garry brought his hand up her thigh to the hem of Ib’s loose skirt. He hooked the fabric with his thumb and slid his hand under the skirt. He was met with warm, damp skin.
She was nearly trembling, small in his arms and suddenly so fragile. She pulled her face away from his, her eyes glassy and almost lidded. She tugged on his hair, and his head turned, exposing his neck. Ib lowered her face to the skin and kissed him, once, twice.
It wasn’t foreign anymore. None of it was. Her lips on his skin, his hand on her ass suddenly felt so normal. He ran a finger along her entrance and felt her tense up on top of him. She grabbed onto his arm with one hand. The kisses she left were softer, gentler than before.
They realized the silence as he slid a finger into her, and Ib seemed to relax into him. It was an entirely new feeling, but she was ready to get used to it.
She could feel a swirling, dizzying feeling in her stomach. She wrapped her leg around his, her toes curling. She felt a pounding in her head.
Garry’s grip on her hair was loose, kinder than before. He was petting her head, running his fingers through the length of her hair. The feeling was somehow reassuring, but it felt amazing to her.
The feeling of his finger inside her disappeared. His other hand rested on the back of her head.
“Hey.”
Ib could hear the hoarseness in Garry’s voice. Her breath caught in her throat. “What?”
They hadn’t looked at each other. “You still want to do this?”
Garry’s heartbeat hammered in his chest. Ib’s voice was brittle, but confident: “Yes.”
The confidence left when she felt him against her, and a raw feeling of shock shot up her spine. She squirmed, his hips digging into her.
Garry groaned, his hands holding her waist. A sigh escaped from his lips. He grabbed Ib and pushed himself up on his elbows, then his hands.
Ib's fingers remained entangled in Garry's hair, a space between them opening. One hand slid up the length of his chest to his shoulder. All the moving felt almost uncomfortable to Ib, but she slowly eased into him, straddling his lap.
Garry thrusted against her without a warning, and she breathed hard against him. Her back arched in anticipation, her muscles contracting.
Her voice caught in her throat. All she could think was that she was so thankful she had grabbed a ribbed condom. The space between them grew until she was writhing on top of Garry, watching his body move against her.
Ib was trying to keep up, despite her slight athleticism; she was petite and already gleaming with sweat, but sweat had hardly broken the surface of Garry's skin.
Eagerly, Ib brought him closer, squeezing him tightly to her. He pushed against her weight again. A shiver racked through Ib’s body, and she dug her nails into his back.
Their lips came together again, and they nearly bumped noses when Ib pulled Garry’s face to hers. The warmth of his breath still lingered, but he tasted of nicotine and ash. He had always smelled of it, but knowing it was the taste of him in her mouth made the sense entirely different.
Her body convulsed against him, pulling her away from his face. Her back arched again, exposing her shoulders as her hair fell forward. Garry’s breath was hot and heavy against her skin.

Ib’s breathing had steadied to a slow rhythm, her back against the mattress. The soft glow of Garry’s bedside lamp set a warm mood.
The sweat on her skin had pooled mostly into the mattress and dried on her skin, leaving her hair tangled and messy. The color in her face remained, tinting her body in various shades. Her bangs stood up and drooped in the oddest places.
The cold of a damp towel made her shiver, but Garry’s hand on her stomach was calming enough. She laid there on the comforter, fading in and out of sleep while Garry cleaned what little was on her legs.
“What a date,” Ib breathed, smiling weakly. Garry only chuckled.
He stood and closed the towel, folding it over. He tossed it aside like they had done everything else.
“Done?” Ib asked, still recovering.
“Yep.” Garry took her hands and pulled her up into a sitting position. “Sleepy?”
“Yeah,” she giggled. She fell back onto the bed again.
Garry flicked his wrist, pointing to the other side of the bed. “Roll over to the other side.”
“Why can’t you sleep on the other side?” Ib whined.
“I’m going to smoke and everything is on the night table.”
Ib sat up idly and crawled her naked self across the bed, groaning all the while. Ib wagged her butt teasingly in his face as she moved on her knees.
Smirking, Garry leaned over the edge of the bed and smacked her bum. She yelped and fell onto her pillow, giggling wildly.
“That hurt!” She cried, rolling over on her side to turn away from him.
“Sorry,” he sighed, hopping into bed.
“It’s okay.” She rolled back, watching him as he slid under the sheets.
Garry reached over to the table to his left and grabbed his ashtray first, then his cigarettes. He pulled one from the carton and closed it, setting the carton on the nightstand.
“Why do you smoke?” Ib had propped herself up on her elbows while Garry wasn’t looking.
“I don’t know.” He lit the cigarette. “I’ve tried to stop a few times before.”
Ib rested a hand on Garry’s leg, covered by the comforter. She dropped her head onto the pillow. “Why didn’t you?”
Garry released a breath of smoke. “I just couldn’t do it.” He grabbed the ashtray and put it in his lap, flicking ash off of the burning end of his cigarette. He intertwined his fingers with Ib’s.
“You gave up?” She looked up at him from the pillow, and Garry looked down at her. He took the cigarette from his mouth and smothered it.
“Yeah, I did.”
Ib flashed him a toothy smile as he set the ashtray to the side. He wormed his way further under the blanket, scooping up Ib in his arms. Ib squealed, wrapping his arms around his neck in return.
Smoke still lingered on his breath. Ib kissed him gently.
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