Part 3
Before I can protest, your lips claim mine in a soft fury. It was a surge of emotions and senses that I had never felt before in my life, though it was a terrific combination of sweet, strong, light, heavy, hot, cold, and safe all at the same time.
In a word: Perfection.
My arms wrap automatically around you and begin to play with your silky, ebony hair at the nape of your neck. I cannot take not feeling you in my fingers any longer, so I remove my gloves and begin to feel you. I run my hands up your shapely chest, to your broad shoulders, down your strong, muscle-toned arms, and up your tense back, to once again play with your hair.
You remove your gloves and hat, and pull me closer to you, crushing me against you. You trace invisible patterns on my back with your fingers. I run my hands through your hair, feeling you more freely, now that you've decided to part with a few choice items.
You lick my lower lip, silently pleading for me to open my mouth, so that you can explore what you have already claimed, just seconds before. I hesitantly obey your urging, and surrender to you, completely. Any fear I ever had of you is completely gone, now. Your actions, however, I still don't trust.
You move slower, now, as if hearing my thoughts of slight fear. You slink your skillful tongue into my mouth. You taste me, touch me; you have access to all my weak spots.
I can now taste you as well. Chocolate, I decide. That is what you taste like, what your kisses are, they melt in my mouth, but they melt me all over.
You take one of your hands and stroke my back; you take the other and slip it behind my neck, softly pushing my head closer to yours. You experienced tongue knows what it wants to do, it strokes the roof of my mouth, then the inside of my cheek. Your hand stroking my back moves lower, to stroke my thigh, up under my skirt; your bare skin leaving a trail of scorching desire to feed my brain, mere firewood for the flame of lust I am starting. I let out a soft moan into our kiss, and aggressively pull your head closer to mine, you groan with your own excitement and passion.
Due to lack of air, we must part. I did not know how long I had gone without oxygen until I finally had a chance to breathe it in. You look at me; we are both breathing heavily. Your eyes, once again, burn into mine. I see the look in your eyes that I had seen before, but could not describe. I see it more clearly then I had before.
Lust.
After you had a chance to taste me, you wanted more of me. You not only want my lips, but my heart, my soul, and my body. I am merely something for you to claim, but I can tell that I will be your most prized possession. You would treat me like a princess, your princess. You would treat me like a goddess, your goddess. You would treat me like the love of your life, which is what you intended me to be.
'In time,' I could almost hear you thinking. 'I shall have her all to myself in time, ALL of her.'
Then, I was suddenly overcome by a wave of nausea inside my mind. 'What does he REALLY want with me? Would he ever do something like THAT to me?' The intense, lust-filled gaze you gave me was not giving me comfort. 'What have I gotten myself into?' I ask myself involuntarily. All kinds of questions are running through my head. There were three that were most important.
'What have I done? What have WE done?
'Why do I want more?'
End part 3
Before I can protest, your lips claim mine in a soft fury. It was a surge of emotions and senses that I had never felt before in my life, though it was a terrific combination of sweet, strong, light, heavy, hot, cold, and safe all at the same time.
In a word: Perfection.
My arms wrap automatically around you and begin to play with your silky, ebony hair at the nape of your neck. I cannot take not feeling you in my fingers any longer, so I remove my gloves and begin to feel you. I run my hands up your shapely chest, to your broad shoulders, down your strong, muscle-toned arms, and up your tense back, to once again play with your hair.
You remove your gloves and hat, and pull me closer to you, crushing me against you. You trace invisible patterns on my back with your fingers. I run my hands through your hair, feeling you more freely, now that you've decided to part with a few choice items.
You lick my lower lip, silently pleading for me to open my mouth, so that you can explore what you have already claimed, just seconds before. I hesitantly obey your urging, and surrender to you, completely. Any fear I ever had of you is completely gone, now. Your actions, however, I still don't trust.
You move slower, now, as if hearing my thoughts of slight fear. You slink your skillful tongue into my mouth. You taste me, touch me; you have access to all my weak spots.
I can now taste you as well. Chocolate, I decide. That is what you taste like, what your kisses are, they melt in my mouth, but they melt me all over.
You take one of your hands and stroke my back; you take the other and slip it behind my neck, softly pushing my head closer to yours. You experienced tongue knows what it wants to do, it strokes the roof of my mouth, then the inside of my cheek. Your hand stroking my back moves lower, to stroke my thigh, up under my skirt; your bare skin leaving a trail of scorching desire to feed my brain, mere firewood for the flame of lust I am starting. I let out a soft moan into our kiss, and aggressively pull your head closer to mine, you groan with your own excitement and passion.
Due to lack of air, we must part. I did not know how long I had gone without oxygen until I finally had a chance to breathe it in. You look at me; we are both breathing heavily. Your eyes, once again, burn into mine. I see the look in your eyes that I had seen before, but could not describe. I see it more clearly then I had before.
Lust.
After you had a chance to taste me, you wanted more of me. You not only want my lips, but my heart, my soul, and my body. I am merely something for you to claim, but I can tell that I will be your most prized possession. You would treat me like a princess, your princess. You would treat me like a goddess, your goddess. You would treat me like the love of your life, which is what you intended me to be.
'In time,' I could almost hear you thinking. 'I shall have her all to myself in time, ALL of her.'
Then, I was suddenly overcome by a wave of nausea inside my mind. 'What does he REALLY want with me? Would he ever do something like THAT to me?' The intense, lust-filled gaze you gave me was not giving me comfort. 'What have I gotten myself into?' I ask myself involuntarily. All kinds of questions are running through my head. There were three that were most important.
'What have I done? What have WE done?
'Why do I want more?'
End part 3
