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As my hands grasp her wrists, pinning them to the bed, I fight to hold back the tremble that threatens to course through me. My breath shaky, I am overwhelmed by the sensation of having her there, on that bed, her body so inviting…so perfect. Softly, as I run my hungry gaze over her luscious curves, I bite my lower lip with anticipation and need, a need that carries to my eyes regardless how hard I try to keep myself together. I just can’t help it, she is everything I have wanted for so very long…mind, body and soul. One perfectly imperfect being who is like a drug to me, the only thing which can turn a bad day around, which can make my heart race with only a few words or that breathtaking smile of her’s.
Fingers digging into her flesh as my grip on her wrist tightens, I slowly press my thigh between her own, are flesh against moist panties, driving my already insatiable need for her even higher. (As if such a thing is even possible. ) It is in that moment, when my eyes meet her’s, that i can no longer stand it. I lean in, lips capturing her own with a soft, yet intense hunger and fiery passion that stirs me all the way down to my very core. The feel of her, the taste of her, the soft little moan that edges at the back of her throat as she kisses me back. It is all so intoxicating.
I lose myself…in that kiss…in that moment…In her. My hands releasing her own, needing to feel more of her supple flesh as she writhes beneath me. Her tanned flesh like silk against my touch, fingers trembling as they slowly make their way down her arms, along her sides. I trace every inch that I can reach, needing to memorize her in absolutely every way imaginable. My mind racing with thoughts of lust, passion, desire. Craving more than anything to bring her pleasure, to draw more of those delicious moans from her lips. I have only heard one, and already I am hooked.
Tongue caressing her lips, I savor her taste before deepening the kiss and curling my fingers tightly within her hair. Grasp firm, yet always tender, I wait until I have stolen her breath…until she has completely taken my own…leaving my lungs to burn in need of air…before I pull away from her enticing lips. My own quivering, I pull back upon her hair, tilting her head backward so to expose her neck to my hungered, affectionate kisses. Teeth carefully grazing her flesh at first, only to nip harder as my hand slowly splays out across her belly…fingers teasing the waistband of her panties, aching to delve further and yet not daring to rush this. I have need it for too long, dreamed of it far too much.
I pull back, eyes fluttering over the soft red marks now left upon her flesh where my teeth had been. Slowly, I allow my lips to trace these marks, feathery kisses to soothe the tender flesh. But I cannot stop there, I work my way down further…tracing every inch of her as my fingernails begin to drag slowly along her hipbone, causing her body to writhe all the more, to excite me all the more.
Oh god, those moans, those soft sounds of pleasure and need, how they weaken me. It is all that I can manage to keep my hand from being too hasty, kissing along her collarbone before working my way down to her soft, beautiful breast. Tongue flicking against her hardened nipple, I cannot help but smirk at the way her body arches in response. Eager to please her, my lips capture her nipple, suckling and nibbling upon it as my eyes again close…simply savoring her soft voice and those gentle moans.
Unable to stand it any longer, as my lips travel from one breast to the other, my fingers delve down within her panties, the feel of her warmth, of her wetness sending a shudder so hard throughout my entire body that I must grasp her with my free hand to steady myself. Fingers circling her clit, those moans pouring forth like honey….I moan out against her breast, suckling upon her nipple harder…teeth capturing…tugging…teasing her like her mere presence teases me.
I lift my head, panting for breath that is only able to escape in short, shaky bursts. Eyes seeking out her own, watching her as I work to pleasure her, enchanted by the way she moves, by her expressions of pleasure. Again and again, my fingers massage and circle her clit, pushing her pleasure higher and higher….then, before she can climax…I slide them away, abandoning her aching, swollen clit and thrusting them deep within her tight, hot, dripping little pussy. The sheer pleasure of it causing me to writhe this time, meeting her body as she does the same. Thrusts slow, methodical, every action, every movement aimed at pushing her to the highest point of ecstasy possible. Yet as she cries out softly into the steadily increasing heat, I cannot help but muffle her moan with my lips once more pressing firmly and passionately against her own.