Too lost in you
Authors note:
Hi there people, here is another story I managed to write out whilst sorting out the 4th chapter of A lovers gift. It will be uploaded as soon as I can type it up. Its just a bit slow going and I'm trying not to rush the story so keep your eyes peeled from it. This is in Fangs POV, so read and review.
As usual, I'm not making any profit from this, just borrowing the characters.
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I will never know how it all started. One minute we were sat on our sofa having a laugh, the next we were making out. Its still confusing to me how you can turn me on with a simple kiss here, or a touch there, bringing forth an all consuming arousal that spreads though my body like a wildfire. My body burns with desire for you. How is it that you know me better than I know myself? What my body craves, no, desires.
I don't know how long we had been making out for, just allowing our lips to slide against each other. You were the first one to stand up and walk into the middle if the room. I just sat there, trying to shift the fog from my mind and figure out what the hell just happened. You smiled at the confusion that was evident on my face, and looking into your eyes, I was under your spell. God that smile. I remember I used to do anything to see it, from spoiling you with little gifts to taking you on surprise date nights, but you can never buy someone's love. We worked out better as friends and I'm forever greatful for that.
I know I shouldn't have pulled down the walls around myself so easily. I should have walked away, but when you quietly said 'come with me', it was hard for me to say no to. I could only follow you to your bed room, the place that it started all that time ago. The dim illumination from your desk lamp made your skin glow, its been so long since I saw you like this. You look so care free, so happy. I can't believe we are going to do this. You turn to me and say I can join you on your bed, to which I comply.
We start making out like a couple of teenagers again. We start to undress each other, the arousal coursing through our veins, the sights, sounds and tastes driving us wild. Finally we are out of our restrictive clothing and I can't help myself. I start to grind down into your wetness, god I missed the pleasure it brought. Our moans are the lyrics of passion, our movements like a rhythm we follow. We were both so close to our release, but I heard the door open and close. In a panic, I stopped what I'm doing and ran to shut the door. I hear you giggle and say its just Serah. As you were heading to open the door, I tried to calm my quickly beating heart. All I could think was 'Shit, that was close.' I hear you say we are having a private conversation, it must've worked as you stepped back into the room, shutting the door behind you, and smiled as if you could sense my panic over the situation.
You reassured me everything was OK as you leaned down to kiss me. I can't help but go with the flow. We got lost in each other again. We dragged out our pleasure and we finally reach our release. As we try to calm ourselves the only sound in the room was our heavy breathing. We chat as if nothing happened. I eventually say I have to go home and you put up no protest as we redress. I say goodbye to Serah who said it was nice to see me again. We say our good byes at the door. 'An evening of fun, that's all it was.' I think as I make my way home.
I guess it can't be helped. I was too lost in you to care.