Her lips were so, so soft. Softer than anything I've ever been able to conceive in my mind.
The sound of the occasional car passing by, the city lights blinking innocently and flickering through the blinds, desperately trying to grab our attention trickle in. The window is creaked open, a cool draft flowing freely through the room, laying its tendrils of blue on our glistening skin, hoping to calm our nerves even for moment…
Heavy and half-lidded, eyes like newly fallen snow permeate my being without fail; though there is opposition in our gaze. I can sense a yearning, passionate want coming from her, and much unlike the girl itself.. It's impatient. Controlling. Won't take no for an answer. From the first day we met, there were sparks, of that I am sure—sparks of curiosity, but also of danger. Of conflict.
Her thighs on either side of mine, straddling my waist as I easily hold her upright.. The feeling is unexplainable. I try and wrap my head around the tangible, greedily roaming my hands up her stomach, around her back, all over her neck, chest, waist—anywhere, anything I could touch to get a feel for the ethereal, I do it. I kiss her once, she chases me back for more. Hurriedly asking for entrance with her tongue, I grant it. We break, and all I can see is the enthralling rise and fall of her chest in the moonlight streaming in. Strips of pale light falling across her already porcelain skin.. It's like a dream.
A dream that I never want to wake up from.
She presses her body to mine, a silent beg that she wants us to continue. I can feel the pressure on my lap as she moves her body in a shy, rhythmic trance, goading me into moving my hands where she wants them—but I stay as I am, hopelessly trying to find a way to prolong these moments.
I bring my hands up to run them through alabaster locks, locks I've been in love with for a while now. I attempt to tilt her head slightly, giving myself access to the recesses of her neck, marking my place possessively. I don't mean to, but I can't resist letting my teeth pull at her skin, apologizing with small licks and around again with strong sucking at the same place. I smirk as I see light fall on that angry red mark, surely turning blue and purple by morning. It's fine. She didn't have work tomorrow, anyway.
With a growl, she yanks my hand away and shoves it down between the two of us. Her brow is furrowed, and I can tell she won't wait any longer.
She silently mouths two distinct words.
I won't deny her the satisfaction.