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A steamy one shot. I don't think its any good, but here goes.
Enjoy.
The Addiction
I lay breathless from his teasing, mind and body races a million miles a minute. The cold air from the open window continues to assault my body. But that is not what sends chills down my spine. His trail of kisses moving so slowly and gently down my neck, between the valley of my breasts, and then down my stomach. The cold air and his almost sweltering kisses is a very dangerous combination. He moves his hands to my inner thighs and begins to move them apart, I barely protest as my body lies limp. More cold air rushes my body, hitting my wetness, threatening to send me over the edge right then and there.
But he wouldn't let that happen, not yet. His body moves back up and our eyes lock for only a moment before I'm engulfed in a long, passionate kiss. He's losing control, I can feel it. No longer are his movements swift and gentle. But rather, jagged and rough, almost primal. Being let off easily is not an option tonight.
As we break the kiss, he lets off a low, guttural laugh. 'Oh boy, I'm in tro-'. "Aaahhh." I'm jolted from my thoughts as I begin to feel one of his fingers in my slick opening. Finding my swollen clit, he rubs and kneads it, oh the torture. Never have I felt such pleasure just from foreplay. My hips begin to rock back and forth as he begins to pump two figures in and out. The quiet moans gradually become louder. I can feel my body swelling up; I'm almost there, almost to a much needed release.
But suddenly he stops. I gasp at the loss of contact. Looking down at me he asks, "Do you trust me?" All I could do was stare at him, and slowly bring myself up to kiss him, as if telling him to go through with it. I wrap my arms loosely around his neck and bring him back down with me, kissing slowly as he positions himself at my entrance. A deep breath is all that is taken before he moves in. And not a moment passes before he rips my hymn. I gasp loudly, unable to keep quiet my discomfort. "I should be more careful next time." He taunts. 'Yeah, I doubt it.'
Moments later, the pain subsided and we begin to move. Faster he moves, our quiet moans and grunts become screams of immense pleasure. I wrap my legs tightly around his waist to bring him deeper. When I thought he couldn't set a pace faster, he does. The pace was almost inhumane. I wonder what it's really like? Losing complete control, only to have your instincts guiding you to the breaking point, and being free.
As the heat begins to build, I can feel my senses sharpen a bit, and I can feel it like a raging inferno. Hair tickling the sweet spots and driving me over the edge. I scream his name as my walls contract all around him, sending him over as well. The echo of each others screams reverberate off the walls. Bringing his lips to the spot between my neck and shoulder, he bites it and laps at the blood. The feeling is tremendous. A flood of emotion and, indescribable thoughts. Non of which were my own. Not until I bit back did I understand what was happening.
My only love, and I were at that moment, one. I look at him next to me, what a sight. His body slightly slick with sweat. Lavender hair dampened, and his eyes, staring back into mine with a passion rivaled by no-one.
He is my addiction, and his love, my drug. The best drug in the universe, and he's all mine.
Alright, spill. How was it? No flames, but constructive criticism is appreciated.