a little one shot that came to me one night. been a long time since I've written anything so be kind :) anyway would love to hear your feedback. all mistakes are mine.
The sensations he invokes in me, the nerve endings that burn out of control. The heat that races through my veins; riding the wave of blood pulsating through my body as my heart pounds faster and faster. This man is dangerous in the way he can reduce me to a quivering mass of moans and trembling limbs. His touch is too much but at the same time it isn't enough. The feel of his knuckle scraping against just the tip of my nipple sending shivers ghosting down my spine. His hands calloused from years of hard work gentle against my skin. His knowing smile as he watches my reactions to such a simple teasing touch. Not enough to arouse but enough to awaken the desire for more. To be more than two people sharing an intimate act but two people becoming one; one body where there is no telling where he starts and I end. Becoming one heartbeat, one breath, one soul. Skin slick from sweat rubbing against his; truly bearing all that I am. More than just my body, bearing my heart, my fears, my insecurities… my soul. He sees all that I am as he gazes into my eyes but he's seeing more than words can ever describe. Just as I see the love in his; it's too much but at the same time it isn't enough. It isn't enough running my hand across the sides of his clean shaven face; imagining the focus he used in such a task. The same focus he uses now running his hand down my neck. Gentle and in perfect coordination with the swipe of his tongue against my earlobe. As though I wasn't already a mass of neediness his touch has become less teasing and more… inspiring. More insistent as his tongue dances along side mine. Not to dominate but to communicate from lover to lover. For it is clear that for him it is too much but at the same time not enough.
My nails digging into his back as though to pull him away are in contrast to my heels digging into his back pulling him closer. I need him closer; to have him as close as humanly and spiritually possible. The heat is burning hotter and brighter and it's too much but not enough. I need to feel him there with me as we fall into the abyss together. As the flames grow from within I'm content to burn in his arms. The heat binding us impossibly closer as we teeter over the edge. Truly it's his voice that pushes me in; the deep rumble from his moans. And it's in those few moments where I know nothing but him. I feel only him, hear his moans and pants in my ear and I know what true bliss and happiness is if only for a few moments. Its too much but at the same time its not enough.