The warmth was dense and protruding, burning like wildfire in the coldest of streams. As his breath began to catch, as his hands slithered and pleasured, the confrontation of want captivated her. The snake swept around and in, sinking it’s fangs between her, injecting her and poisoning her. The venom surged, bringing her chest to heave, bringing her fingers to play around with the matted hair soaking in testosterone. A sadistic grin curls in the dim moonlight, showcasing the mischievous set of teeth caged inside soft, full lips. “Trust me” He whispered.
The haze of lust brought her to nod, to real this man in her, to play her game for the night. His hands, positioned on her waist and squeezing in her build, crept up her back, gaining courage and want. Her anticipation was boiling, bubbling in her veins and seething for what would come in only seconds. Her head hung back, crushed in the weight of need, and her lips parted ever so slightly, releasing a breath of want. His hands were working, stealing her apparel and launching them across the room. Now it was his, to keep and to own.
Give her a kiss, his mind snapped. Had he not been wanting her so badly, he would have ignored this voice. But in a need clinging to him, latching around him with weights of brick, he lowered his head, leveled it with those seductive, full lips, and leaned.
She was caught up in her world of dreams, dug deeply into the fantasies. The structured man leaning towards her was making her wet, making her gasp at the beauty. Her lips parted, her breath quick, she let him kiss her; their lips barely touching at first, and then building want and need as they moved together in synchronization. And then smoothly, he tilted her back, laid her gently on the bed, and the night was tucked away in the memories of both.
No comments:
Post a Comment