a snippet of a story in the works
She captivates me with a single smile the way she looks at me, drawing a quiver from the pit of my being. A raged breath escapes, my thoughts rambling; “I want her, need her, crave her. Immediately. Excessively. Roughly, right now”. I nipped her lower lip with my teeth and then soothed the sting with the caress of my tongue. She is mine, and I am hers, interconnected by the strands of our passion woven into the tapestry of this moment. Skin against skin, the wetness of her tongue against mine, her hot breath. She submits to my longing, her soul begging for reprieve: “I need you” I whisper tersely. I feel her smile against me, my fingers brush the nape of her neck and she gasped at the sensation. Her hip grinding involuntarily, pressing against me longing for the moment I take her. She shivered visibly, but didn’t pull away. Clothes a hindrance to the sexual depravities of our Lust. I felt my own arousal answering that exploration, a pleasant discomfort at the front of my trousers my ever rising erection pressing against her. My fingers grasped her hair securely; I pulled and slowly kissed my way down her neck. A bite, a moan, and sheer arousal spread through her. I caught a whiff of her arousal mixed with perfume of baby powder and soap. Drawing my lips back to hers I cupped her ass and pushed forward with my crotch, trying to make contact with what was still hidden behind her clothes. My fingers kneading her flesh pulling, she struggled weakly trying to control herself, moaning and whimpering she cried out, the sound muffled by my unyielding kiss.