Her senses were sharpened by her desire, by the electricity of the moment. She could feel the lightness of her blouse as it rested on her shoulders, the pressure of her skirt as it hugged her hips. The roughness of the carpet beneath her feet. She heard him move closer still, then jolted slightly as he touched her, arms coming around her from behind, his hands rising, closing to cup her, gently. His lips, caressing her neck, pressing, his breath, so hot, making her skin tingle.
She felt her body respond almost immediately. Flesh firmed, pebbled, rising under his touch, and she heard his breath catch. Then his lips pressed harder, in a second kiss, a gentle 'Mmmph' as he responded to her arousal. Her legs shook, ever so slightly, and for a moment she thought she might collapse, right there.
She turned then, away from the window, away from the coldness outside, to see his eyes, looking into hers, so blue, almost afire in their intensity. It startled her momentarily, as they normally were a lighter color, gentle eyes, warm, but now they held something more. Desire was pulling at him just as strongly as it was at her, and she gave in to it then, allowing him to pull her closer, tighter, his lips finding hers, parting, his tongue dancing lightly, just for a moment, teasing her lips. Time slowed, an odd hissing filled her ears, blocking all sound, and she could only feel this moment, hear this moment.
He pulled back then, surprising her, then bent, lifted, and she gasped as her legs were swept from under her. He carried her easily, to the softness of the bed sheets, laying her gently, then moving beside her, resuming his kisses, only now his hands moved over her, gentle touches, tugs, and her blouse was loose around her shoulders, falling away. He stopped then, for a moment, and she opened her eyes, questioning, to see him staring, like a boy suddenly, for that second it was as if he was young again, innocent and naive. She felt warm, glowing inside, knowing that her body could still stop a man in his tracks. His hand came up, touching, and she pulled him closer once again, lips questing, finding, and for the next while they explored each other as clothing disappeared, piece by piece.
His hands moved over her expertly, touching, fingers circling, pressing, stopping for moments, and just when she thought he'd continue, holding her still, then moving again. She could feel her desire, the ache within her building. Her nerves were singing, his touch becoming unbearable, until finally her body could take no more, gave in to it, an explosion of light and feeling that made her shake, cry out, biting into his shoulder. He held her then, as the waves of passion washed over her again, and a third time. Finally slowing, stopping.
He held her, gently, waiting, then finally moved over her. She widened her legs, welcoming him, gasping in pleasure as she saw his obvious desire. He looked into her eyes, moving closer, never looking away, and then he was there, pressing, sliding gently, unstoppable, and she arched up against him, taking him completely, deeply, her hands pulling him closer, her legs rising to encircle his, locking him into her depths. A smile played across her lips as she began lifting, rocking her hips against his, the look on his face delicious and once again innocent. She could see he wasn't expecting this, and was quickly losing his former control as she expertly moved below him, pulling him inside herself, releasing, again and again. His eyes closed, his lips parted, losing himself in the sensation she was creating. His arms came up under hers, his hands tangling in her hair, as he moved with her. He kissed her fiercely, and she teased back with her own tongue this time, pulling him inside, and he groaned, shuddering.
"No, wait..." he gasped, but she shook her head.
"No waiting, this time..." she grinned, and she felt him stiffen, his muscles tightening, his body shuddering, and then he groaned, loud, a wordless cry escaping his throat as he crossed that border himself. She slowed then, relaxing her grip, letting him ease down, collapse into her arms.
They lay together, slick with sweat, gentle kisses, talking quietly. The afternoon traffic passed outside, unaware.
Afternoon Break
by
his_response
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Thu, 25th March, 2010
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