Pout - Part 1 - Sex Stories

Pout - Part 1

"Oh baby, don't be mad with me," Javi croons in a mock-sad voice as I angrily fumble with the door to our apartment. After a long, drawn out number of seconds, I finally manage to get the key turned and I throw the door open, breaking through the threshold. I pitch my bag across the room and it lands upside-down on the floor, its contents spilling out. I don't care, though. The only thought taking up residence in my mind right now is how pissed off I am. I've always had a short temper, especially with my boyfriend Javi. Most of my anger is rooted in jealousy, and therefore the arguments we engage in are almost always related to other girls. Javi thinks my jealous nature is cute, but my anger can get so extreme that sometimes I ignore him for days just because I thought that maybe there was a slight chance he had been glancing at that girl passing by us in the mall. This just so happens to be the exact scenario tonight. I pace back and forth between the couch and the kitchen counter in our open-concept apartment. I'm attempting to blow off steam, but so far the severity of my anger has not decreased at all. "Baby, you know how loyal I am, don't you? I would never look at other girls. It's all in your head, I swear," he assures me as I hear his footsteps approaching. Javi always takes his shoes off before moving past the entry mat, because he's such a neat freak. This time though, he makes an exception for me and leaves them on as he comes up behind me and wraps his arms ...

... around my waist. His breath feels very hot as he moves his mouth close to my neck, and exhales against my skin. For the smallest fraction of a second, my knees weaken, as well as my emotions. But almost as quickly, I snap back to my state of anger. "Don't fucking touch me!" I exclaim in a very firm, self-assured voice, more to convince myself than him. I pull myself away and head towards our en suite, Javi following persistently behind. Once there, I begin removing my necklace and earrings in front of the mirror as he enters, and I watch his reflection, though not for too long. If I let myself dwell on his perfect brown skin, or his sweet lips curled into their playful smile, I know it will be game over. He rests his warm palms on my shoulders, and then slowly starts to move them down my arms. "You're the only one I love to look at," Javi whispers as he brings his mouth to my ear, brushing his plump bottom lip against my lobe, "My sexy little girl." Javi pauses his descent along my arms to cup his hands to my face, adjusting the angle so that my eyes may fall upon my own reflection rather than his. "See how sexy my girl is?" I can feel the crotch of his pants beginning to ruffle against the cloth of my short, floral sundress. He returns his hands to my arms, and continues to move them down at a slightly quicker pace. When he gets to my hands, he intertwines my fingers with his momentarily before moving to my hips, where he pulls my ass toward him. I rest my palms on the bathroom ...