I Need to Feel Something
By FumbleOfReality
I need to feel something. Rage, passion, hate, love. Something. Anything. I need to feel.
That's all this is. I swear, that's all this is. Feeling something.
So when he rips my blouse all I can do is moan my encouragement.
God his hands are sending shivers down my spine. They're soft, yet hard in a non-labor sort of way. Do I even know what I'm talking about…am I even thinking?
No, I'm not, which is why I'm letting him ease my panties over my raised hips. Oh God those hands.
I'm not one to do this sort of thing. Really, I'm not. But today…
Today was just…a day. I've never had one quite like it…except, well that one time two or three years ago. But let's not go there. To go there would distract me from what he's doing with his tongue on my…
Oh Lord. I haven't felt this way in a long time. Not since that time with D…
Let's not go there either. That would take me away from his tongue on my ear, playing with my earring and breathing ever so softly on the spot he just made wet with his mouth. My back arches against him, pushing my breasts against his strong chest.
That chest…out of nowhere I flashback to earlier when that chest was pushing me to the ground to save me. Never mind it was entirely unprofessional. Never mind that was right outside the Oval Office. Never mind the glass was bullet proof. Never mind…
No, I won't think about that.
I'll just focus on how it feels with him entering me ever so gently because he knows that's what I need; it's all that I can handle right now.
And when he starts to slowly move I'm again thrown back to that day long, long ago when this was more than just to feel; hell, I'd venture to call it making love with this man. This act has never been the same for me since.
Jesus, I scold myself. Focus.
So I do. He's bringing us both close to our much-sought-after releases. He seems to know that it's up to him since I'm obviously not focused on helping myself in what I most need right now.
Thank God he's a sensitive lover. Always has been – ever since…
Oh God! Before I can even finish that thought he's pushing me over the edge into obliviousness and pleasure…oh God the pleasure. I shudder and shake uncontrollably and before I can stop myself I'm sobbing.
He's aware enough to offer the comfort I so desperately need. Dear Lord all I want to do is get away from this day…this act…this…I want…
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"CJ?"
His voice wakes me up more than his gentle shaking of my shoulder. I awake confused, unaware of where I am. Then I remember…
Oh God, what have I done…
…Toby?…
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