Insatiable
The first initial kiss place a fire in my belly like no other. First the anticipation grew into a hunger, that hunger grew into a desire and that desire exploded into a need.. an aggressive need to have that feeling inside me. It was sweeter than I expected yet more rough than would have liked it...and I went back for more.
His breath smelled like cigarettes, liquor and a faint hint of me. He touched my hips when he kissed me. Lightly going over each detail remembering, filing and planning what, if given the chance, would he, if only. The other hand cradling my jaw into his scruff of a bone line unrecognizable. His summer dusk blue eyes slowly fell into place while holding bated breath. Enjoying the small amount, if ever so slight,of part between lips lingered in his every inhale quivering to a touch yet to happen.
When lips touched for first, I paused a moment...no one else seemed to be in that same moment but the two of us. Tasting, Feeling, desiring with every touch knowing a powerful shift has happened. His hair smelled of flowers, spring, girly shit...kinda liked it. His scruff brushes my face hard, I like it. His rising member tells another story most likely to follow, I digress.
{The most important thing about this story is this: Sex, never easy.}
He moves away from eager lips to get water for me, I looked thirsty.
The phones rings, he answers, it's friends worrying about the hotel he rented for them so that he could have privacy-interesting.
I move him between my legs as he stood to kiss his stomach.
Skin on skin, touching warmth with equal warmth and desire,
Distracted by seduction, he continues to talk in the phone to heighten the excitement of being caught doing something naughty-I unbutton his jeans.
Small kisses around the ilium. Tongue dancing across the linea alba. Smelling the bandwidth of the umbilicus.
Smiles take over conversation.
Talking begins to slow, deep breaths fill the lower abdomen. Hand brushes the back of my head...conversation ends.
His lips poured into mine, eager and hungry. Our bodies danced feverishly between clothes heat and rhythm.
His hands caressed the side along the body,along the side of the breasts and up the nape of the neck for him to turn,twist and bite. Attention to detail,attention to the rise and fall, attention to breath and movement lost in all communication and logic once drunk upon his will. He liked this amount of power, he liked the noises I made when he touched me. Kissing, groping, gyrating, heavy breathing and melting into what will be our first encounter together.
"Do you want to move into my room"?
He says, with smirk and devious twinkle. He stands to lead the way towards what I believe is the beginning of the end and what he believes would be a night he will never duplicate.
"okay", all too eager of a response. I was drunk on his eyes, lips and swagger. Not really making coherent responses of thought, I follow him into his bedroom. Tea lights everywhere illuminated a red covered queen size bed. Before I made comment or gesture, lips and hands ravaged my person hungrily. Deep moans between the two escaped without care. Heat rising fast.I was thrown on his bed...I do like being man-handled. There was tearing and ripping of clothing during the excitement. Some pondering of we should be safe then it escaped my lips without thought, good thing. Condoms were produced, once again with a grin. This proverbial grin that makes its appearance on cue is beginning to show true feelings and signs that I don't understand just yet but I will pay more attention.
His breath smelled like cigarettes, liquor and a faint hint of me. He touched my hips when he kissed me. Lightly going over each detail remembering, filing and planning what, if given the chance, would he, if only. The other hand cradling my jaw into his scruff of a bone line unrecognizable. His summer dusk blue eyes slowly fell into place while holding bated breath. Enjoying the small amount, if ever so slight,of part between lips lingered in his every inhale quivering to a touch yet to happen.
When lips touched for first, I paused a moment...no one else seemed to be in that same moment but the two of us. Tasting, Feeling, desiring with every touch knowing a powerful shift has happened. His hair smelled of flowers, spring, girly shit...kinda liked it. His scruff brushes my face hard, I like it. His rising member tells another story most likely to follow, I digress.
{The most important thing about this story is this: Sex, never easy.}
He moves away from eager lips to get water for me, I looked thirsty.
The phones rings, he answers, it's friends worrying about the hotel he rented for them so that he could have privacy-interesting.
I move him between my legs as he stood to kiss his stomach.
Skin on skin, touching warmth with equal warmth and desire,
Distracted by seduction, he continues to talk in the phone to heighten the excitement of being caught doing something naughty-I unbutton his jeans.
Small kisses around the ilium. Tongue dancing across the linea alba. Smelling the bandwidth of the umbilicus.
Smiles take over conversation.
Talking begins to slow, deep breaths fill the lower abdomen. Hand brushes the back of my head...conversation ends.
His lips poured into mine, eager and hungry. Our bodies danced feverishly between clothes heat and rhythm.
His hands caressed the side along the body,along the side of the breasts and up the nape of the neck for him to turn,twist and bite. Attention to detail,attention to the rise and fall, attention to breath and movement lost in all communication and logic once drunk upon his will. He liked this amount of power, he liked the noises I made when he touched me. Kissing, groping, gyrating, heavy breathing and melting into what will be our first encounter together.
"Do you want to move into my room"?
He says, with smirk and devious twinkle. He stands to lead the way towards what I believe is the beginning of the end and what he believes would be a night he will never duplicate.
"okay", all too eager of a response. I was drunk on his eyes, lips and swagger. Not really making coherent responses of thought, I follow him into his bedroom. Tea lights everywhere illuminated a red covered queen size bed. Before I made comment or gesture, lips and hands ravaged my person hungrily. Deep moans between the two escaped without care. Heat rising fast.I was thrown on his bed...I do like being man-handled. There was tearing and ripping of clothing during the excitement. Some pondering of we should be safe then it escaped my lips without thought, good thing. Condoms were produced, once again with a grin. This proverbial grin that makes its appearance on cue is beginning to show true feelings and signs that I don't understand just yet but I will pay more attention.
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