want…” My voice trembles and I don’t know how to make it stop. I’ve watched it happen so many times, and when I made the request, I was sure I knew just what I was doing, but now…
“You don’t have to ask.”
He stands and pulls me into the circle of his arms, and the moment his mouth meets mine, I’m lost. There’s never been anything in the world as good as the feeling of his lips parting, his tongue touching mine. His hands move slowly down to the small of my back, pressing my body against his, and the long, lean feel of him against my softness is intoxicating.
“More!” I murmur against his mouth, my hands curling into fists against the back of his shirt, pulling and tugging, trying to find some way to remove it without breaking contact.
“Bed.” He pulls me with him, the shock of the cold air making me gasp as he tugs me through the door and into his bedroom. I reach for him, fitting my mouth to his, wanting more of this kissing thing. He obliges, kissing me down onto the bed as he fumbles with the buttons on his shirt.
When his bare skin touches mine, I break the kiss, staring at him in wonder. Then I tear at his shirt, yanking it off, and tug in frustration at his trousers. I feel him chuckling as he kisses my throat—oh that’s delightful! The little shivery sensations it sends through me make my breath come faster.
“Easy.” He takes my eager hands in his and presses them above my head, his mouth feathering kisses around mine. “Let me… okay?”
I nod. I don’t know what I’m doing anyway… I might as well …
Oh for the love of everything magical, what is he doing!?
His mouth leaves wet trails down over my breasts. I stare at him, fascinated, as he takes the nipple between his lips, sucking gently. Whimpering, I can’t help but arch my back at the sensation. And I thought kissing felt good!
“Please!” I grab his head, the body I’m in squirming and wiggling and writhing all on its own, trying to get more or trying to get away, I’m not sure which. “Oh please!”
His mouth is soft but relentless, licking and flicking over the hardening surface of my nipple. It is tiny and pink and appears even smaller as it hardens under his tongue, the skin around it pursing and pressing it upward, as if asking for more. When his hand moves down my belly, I jump, eyes widening. There’s some sort of tension between my legs, an ache, a little like my heartbeat, which is coming faster in my ears.
“What—?” I can’t finish the sentence. I can’t think let alone speak. His fingers rub over the fuzzy mound between my thighs, parting the wet flesh. That ache seems to grow, and I’m wiggling again, his mouth still working on my breast, his fingers slipping in between that slippery seam.
“Oh!” The word is surprised out of my throat as he makes circles with his finger over and over. I know what the spot is, I know its name and location, but even knowing the way I’ve seen women respond when it’s touched, I never expected this! I’m moaning and spreading my legs and grinding up against his hand like I can’t control myself—and I can’t!
He kisses his way down, down, past that impossible navel, over the downy hair between my legs. I can barely breathe, my whole body trembling in anticipation. It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve seen humans do this, seeing isn’t doing. I’ve never experienced anything like it, and the moment his tongue touches that spot, I’m lost.
I’m saying things, but I don’t know what the words are, moaning and rocking my hips up against his mouth. My hands reach for something to hang onto, because I feel like I’m floating, gripping the sheet in my fists and pulling hard. He’s making noises, too, and those just make it even better, the vibration in his throat sending delicious heat through my body.
I feel like I could let him do this forever, lost in the rising sensation, feeling something swelling in my middle. And then something
“You don’t have to ask.”
He stands and pulls me into the circle of his arms, and the moment his mouth meets mine, I’m lost. There’s never been anything in the world as good as the feeling of his lips parting, his tongue touching mine. His hands move slowly down to the small of my back, pressing my body against his, and the long, lean feel of him against my softness is intoxicating.
“More!” I murmur against his mouth, my hands curling into fists against the back of his shirt, pulling and tugging, trying to find some way to remove it without breaking contact.
“Bed.” He pulls me with him, the shock of the cold air making me gasp as he tugs me through the door and into his bedroom. I reach for him, fitting my mouth to his, wanting more of this kissing thing. He obliges, kissing me down onto the bed as he fumbles with the buttons on his shirt.
When his bare skin touches mine, I break the kiss, staring at him in wonder. Then I tear at his shirt, yanking it off, and tug in frustration at his trousers. I feel him chuckling as he kisses my throat—oh that’s delightful! The little shivery sensations it sends through me make my breath come faster.
“Easy.” He takes my eager hands in his and presses them above my head, his mouth feathering kisses around mine. “Let me… okay?”
I nod. I don’t know what I’m doing anyway… I might as well …
Oh for the love of everything magical, what is he doing!?
His mouth leaves wet trails down over my breasts. I stare at him, fascinated, as he takes the nipple between his lips, sucking gently. Whimpering, I can’t help but arch my back at the sensation. And I thought kissing felt good!
“Please!” I grab his head, the body I’m in squirming and wiggling and writhing all on its own, trying to get more or trying to get away, I’m not sure which. “Oh please!”
His mouth is soft but relentless, licking and flicking over the hardening surface of my nipple. It is tiny and pink and appears even smaller as it hardens under his tongue, the skin around it pursing and pressing it upward, as if asking for more. When his hand moves down my belly, I jump, eyes widening. There’s some sort of tension between my legs, an ache, a little like my heartbeat, which is coming faster in my ears.
“What—?” I can’t finish the sentence. I can’t think let alone speak. His fingers rub over the fuzzy mound between my thighs, parting the wet flesh. That ache seems to grow, and I’m wiggling again, his mouth still working on my breast, his fingers slipping in between that slippery seam.
“Oh!” The word is surprised out of my throat as he makes circles with his finger over and over. I know what the spot is, I know its name and location, but even knowing the way I’ve seen women respond when it’s touched, I never expected this! I’m moaning and spreading my legs and grinding up against his hand like I can’t control myself—and I can’t!
He kisses his way down, down, past that impossible navel, over the downy hair between my legs. I can barely breathe, my whole body trembling in anticipation. It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve seen humans do this, seeing isn’t doing. I’ve never experienced anything like it, and the moment his tongue touches that spot, I’m lost.
I’m saying things, but I don’t know what the words are, moaning and rocking my hips up against his mouth. My hands reach for something to hang onto, because I feel like I’m floating, gripping the sheet in my fists and pulling hard. He’s making noises, too, and those just make it even better, the vibration in his throat sending delicious heat through my body.
I feel like I could let him do this forever, lost in the rising sensation, feeling something swelling in my middle. And then something
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