He hasn’t let me go, hasn’t said a word. His whole body is tense, holding me tight. Not tight enough to hurt, but he’s not letting me go. I can feel his eyelashes against the side of my neck, his lips pressed into the sensitive skin of my shoulder. If he goes much longer, I’m going to have to tell him to breath.
In the stillness of the room, I can almost hear his lashes against my skin. A slow blink. A hand slips between my breasts, his lips tracing patterns on the side of my neck. A fingertip traces my cleavage. Any softer and I’d never know it was there at all. The back of a knuckle, on the sensitive skin underneath, before cupping softly. Back of a fingernail over a nipple, even that light touch sends a flutter through my belly. I wouldn’t have thought a man could be so gentle.
Calloused hand skates over my ribcage, seeming to pour like water over every rib, lingering on the last, following it in, and down. Thumb and forefinger tracing lines on either side of my waist, my back arching forward slightly, as his fingers trace a line inside my hip. Try to stifle a giggle, as his hands trace the hollow of my belly, down to my curls. Stroking idly the skin between my hip and my thigh. So ticklish at first. A slow caress, a thumb grazing over flesh, making me gasp. Not just ticklish anymore.
Back over the corner of my hip, the heel of his hand sliding through the puddle of my back. Pushing me over, to lie on my belly. His weight shifts, without a word, without a sound. Sitting, but not sitting, on my ass. Almost no weight at all. The span of his hands arc across my back, from my tailbone, thumbs skipping across the stones of my spine. Catching my shirt in his fingers as he moves up, slowly, as though removing my shirt was an afterthought. Raise up a little, to help take it off.
His hands rest, still and gentle, on the scars on my spine where the chips have been implanted. Listen to his soft almost inaudible sigh. Lowering himself down, weightless, to kiss my neck, my ears. His tongue tracing the line behind my ear, before nipping my ears with his teeth, just holding, not biting. Caress my back, exploring every sensitive spot on my body with his hands.
What little weight he has pressed into me lifts. His hand stroking under my arm, nudging me to turn over. Lie on my back, letting him settle back over me, still almost weightless. His kiss is soft, avoiding the tear in my lip, no matter that I’ve said I don’t feel it. Kiss the hollow of my throat. Gently hold my breasts to make it easier to kiss both, one nipple, then the other. No teeth, just soft lips, and tongue, and a gentle breath blowing cold air over the wet trails. Kiss underneath. hands exploring, stroking ribs and belly. Both hollows of my hips stroked with fingertips, lips and tongue.
He nudges my thighs apart gently, with his knees, unbuttoning my pants, sliding them over my hips. Hands running down and back over my hips, following a line of muscle down to the inside of my thigh. HIs rough hands over my thighs, thumbs just grazing the hair at the top, making every hair on my whole body stand on end.
Soundlessly, he backs up, resting on his elbows, between my thighs. Cold shudder of anticipation, my breath growing short, as one hand slips under my thigh. Holding my hip in place, fingertips resting in the hollow. A gentle exhale, cool, against my growing heat. My back arches, straining against the hand on my hip. I can’t breath deep enough, my hands torn between stifling cries, or holding the sides of the narrow bed.
Nuzzle my hood out of the way, following gently with first the tip of the tongue, then more pressure, pulling up on my clitoris. Slow circle, the pressure never relenting, only changing. Moans and short cries torn from me, the pace never increasing. Gentle and slow, maddening. My back arched painfully now, straining against his hand, pinning me. His tongue slides back, to lap at the trickle of wet, before it’s soaked into the already damp sheets. Tongue pressing and probing, tip stroking the ridges upperside, before moving up to suck on my clitoris again, making me scream out.
Everything in the room slows down, the air itself growing langorous and drowsy, like breathing in surrender with every breath. My every breath a soft shuddering deep moan. My toes curl, seeking purchase, either to escape or drive my hips further into him, I don’t know. I can feel the crushing weight of an orgasm even before he slides two fingers inside, gliding over the upperside, to the back, and up. Pulling at the outer tip of my clitoris with his tongue, while pressing it’s deep hidden heart inside, with his fingers. I wouldn’t have thought I had any breath to scream like that. He withdraws gently, pressing me with the heel of his hand while I ride out my orgasm.
Kicks his boots off, his pants off. I reach down and pull his shirt off, as he settles between my aching thighs. Reach down, a slow stroke, he’s hard enough that it has to hurt, proven out by the whimper right before I let go. Nearly frictionless now, we glide together, entry slow and easy. A deep growl, his lips pressing mine, our tongues completing the circuit, our bodies moving as one. A moan, when he finally enter me fully, pressing deep. Buries his lips in my neck, my shoulder, fighting to keep his thrusts slow.
I can feel myself letting go, the delicious weight of him on me, in me, complete surrender. Raise my hips to meet his, my hand pressing into the wall behind me. Push back harder with every thrust. I want him to let go, to surrender with me.
Raises himself up, his weight coming off my chest, braced on his arms, as he thrusts harder, both of us working hard now. Every last bit of strength I have, push back into you. Our animal cries echo in the small room, faster, harder. Gentleness is lost, nothing left but desire.
His voice, hoarse and ragged with passion, calling for me to come for him, no need. I can’t breathe enough to feed the fire in me. Coming so hard I spray, a gush of heat and wet. One last look at me before his own back arches painfully, driving into me with a power that would be agony at any other time. A roar pulled from his throat, his hips buck forward. A deep moan as he lowers onto his elbows, panting into the hollow of my neck.
No jumping this time, when I run my hands over his sides, settling them in the small of his back. Almost regretful, painful, withdrawal. He sits up, between my thighs, pulling me to him. Holding me tight, my ear resting on his shoulder, stroking my back lazily.
I could stay like this with her all day, would have too. If not for that damned dog. Curled up with her, happier than I can say I’ve been in a while, and that damned dog sticks it’s nose above the side of the bed. She stopped me before I threw a pillow at it. It is good to hear her laugh though.
© 19 Jan 2006, 14:18
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Descent 12
He hasn’t let me go, hasn’t said a word. His whole body is tense, holding me tight. Not tight enough to hurt, but he’s not letting me go. I can feel his eyelashes against the side of my neck, his lips pressed into the sensitive skin of my shoulder. If he goes much longer, I’m going to have to tell him to breath.
In the stillness of the room, I can almost hear his lashes against my skin. A slow blink. A hand slips between my breasts, his lips tracing patterns on the side of my neck. A fingertip traces my cleavage. Any softer and I’d never know it was there at all. The back of a knuckle, on the sensitive skin underneath, before cupping softly. Back of a fingernail over a nipple, even that light touch sends a flutter through my belly. I wouldn’t have thought a man could be so gentle.
Calloused hand skates over my ribcage, seeming to pour like water over every rib, lingering on the last, following it in, and down. Thumb and forefinger tracing lines on either side of my waist, my back arching forward slightly, as his fingers trace a line inside my hip. Try to stifle a giggle, as his hands trace the hollow of my belly, down to my curls. Stroking idly the skin between my hip and my thigh. So ticklish at first. A slow caress, a thumb grazing over flesh, making me gasp. Not just ticklish anymore.
Back over the corner of my hip, the heel of his hand sliding through the puddle of my back. Pushing me over, to lie on my belly. His weight shifts, without a word, without a sound. Sitting, but not sitting, on my ass. Almost no weight at all. The span of his hands arc across my back, from my tailbone, thumbs skipping across the stones of my spine. Catching my shirt in his fingers as he moves up, slowly, as though removing my shirt was an afterthought. Raise up a little, to help take it off.
His hands rest, still and gentle, on the scars on my spine where the chips have been implanted. Listen to his soft almost inaudible sigh. Lowering himself down, weightless, to kiss my neck, my ears. His tongue tracing the line behind my ear, before nipping my ears with his teeth, just holding, not biting. Caress my back, exploring every sensitive spot on my body with his hands.
What little weight he has pressed into me lifts. His hand stroking under my arm, nudging me to turn over. Lie on my back, letting him settle back over me, still almost weightless. His kiss is soft, avoiding the tear in my lip, no matter that I’ve said I don’t feel it. Kiss the hollow of my throat. Gently hold my breasts to make it easier to kiss both, one nipple, then the other. No teeth, just soft lips, and tongue, and a gentle breath blowing cold air over the wet trails. Kiss underneath. hands exploring, stroking ribs and belly. Both hollows of my hips stroked with fingertips, lips and tongue.
He nudges my thighs apart gently, with his knees, unbuttoning my pants, sliding them over my hips. Hands running down and back over my hips, following a line of muscle down to the inside of my thigh. HIs rough hands over my thighs, thumbs just grazing the hair at the top, making every hair on my whole body stand on end.
Soundlessly, he backs up, resting on his elbows, between my thighs. Cold shudder of anticipation, my breath growing short, as one hand slips under my thigh. Holding my hip in place, fingertips resting in the hollow. A gentle exhale, cool, against my growing heat. My back arches, straining against the hand on my hip. I can’t breath deep enough, my hands torn between stifling cries, or holding the sides of the narrow bed.
Nuzzle my hood out of the way, following gently with first the tip of the tongue, then more pressure, pulling up on my clitoris. Slow circle, the pressure never relenting, only changing. Moans and short cries torn from me, the pace never increasing. Gentle and slow, maddening. My back arched painfully now, straining against his hand, pinning me. His tongue slides back, to lap at the trickle of wet, before it’s soaked into the already damp sheets. Tongue pressing and probing, tip stroking the ridges upperside, before moving up to suck on my clitoris again, making me scream out.
Everything in the room slows down, the air itself growing langorous and drowsy, like breathing in surrender with every breath. My every breath a soft shuddering deep moan. My toes curl, seeking purchase, either to escape or drive my hips further into him, I don’t know. I can feel the crushing weight of an orgasm even before he slides two fingers inside, gliding over the upperside, to the back, and up. Pulling at the outer tip of my clitoris with his tongue, while pressing it’s deep hidden heart inside, with his fingers. I wouldn’t have thought I had any breath to scream like that. He withdraws gently, pressing me with the heel of his hand while I ride out my orgasm.
Kicks his boots off, his pants off. I reach down and pull his shirt off, as he settles between my aching thighs. Reach down, a slow stroke, he’s hard enough that it has to hurt, proven out by the whimper right before I let go. Nearly frictionless now, we glide together, entry slow and easy. A deep growl, his lips pressing mine, our tongues completing the circuit, our bodies moving as one. A moan, when he finally enter me fully, pressing deep. Buries his lips in my neck, my shoulder, fighting to keep his thrusts slow.
I can feel myself letting go, the delicious weight of him on me, in me, complete surrender. Raise my hips to meet his, my hand pressing into the wall behind me. Push back harder with every thrust. I want him to let go, to surrender with me.
Raises himself up, his weight coming off my chest, braced on his arms, as he thrusts harder, both of us working hard now. Every last bit of strength I have, push back into you. Our animal cries echo in the small room, faster, harder. Gentleness is lost, nothing left but desire.
His voice, hoarse and ragged with passion, calling for me to come for him, no need. I can’t breathe enough to feed the fire in me. Coming so hard I spray, a gush of heat and wet. One last look at me before his own back arches painfully, driving into me with a power that would be agony at any other time. A roar pulled from his throat, his hips buck forward. A deep moan as he lowers onto his elbows, panting into the hollow of my neck.
No jumping this time, when I run my hands over his sides, settling them in the small of his back. Almost regretful, painful, withdrawal. He sits up, between my thighs, pulling me to him. Holding me tight, my ear resting on his shoulder, stroking my back lazily.
I could stay like this with her all day, would have too. If not for that damned dog. Curled up with her, happier than I can say I’ve been in a while, and that damned dog sticks it’s nose above the side of the bed. She stopped me before I threw a pillow at it. It is good to hear her laugh though.
© 19 Jan 2006, 14:18
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