Part 1: Instigation
I see you there; my breath catches as you reach for me. I feel the back of your hand touch my face as it slowly caresses my cheek. Your fingers descend slowly through my hair to the back of my neck, then down my spine until you reach the small of my back. You pull me to you, pressing my bare skin to your chest. I can feel your heart pounding against me as it synchronizes its beat with mine. I lower my head and nuzzle my face into the dip at the center of your chest, inhaling deeply before you slip your finger under my chin and raise my face to yours.
"Kiss me" the words that leave your mouth are no louder than a whisper, but they seem to echo in my ears, filling my head and arousing my senses. When your lips finally touch mine, warmth courses through me and tickles my stomach. I giggle...you smile down at me and I know you felt it too. I feel my cheeks grow hot, and I turn my face away so that you do not see the flush. Your hands cradle my face, forcing my stare to remain on you. I try to close my eyes, but desire betrays will and I am unable to look away. My gaze drifts down the slant of your nose, to your lips. Suddenly I want to feel them on me again. I pull you closer and tilt my head to the side. I can feel your breath like a feather on my collarbone just before the soft moistness of your lips begin to suck at the flesh of my neck. My muscles tense and my fingers curl into your back. You moan at the slight tinge of pain as my nails rake across your skin.
I can feel how hard you are against my stomach. I reach between us and encircle your harndess, sliding my hand down the length. You shudder and begin backing me toward the bed. When I feel the edge of the bed against the back of my knees, I let my body fall onto the soft comforter. You stand there above me for a few seconds and smile, I watch as that smile melts into a wicked grin. I return the smirk and part my legs in invitation. I want you, I need to feel the weight of your body on mine, for everything that is hard and strong and male to cover me. Instead you fall to your knees, and slip your hand under my thighs, pulling me closer to the end of the bed.
In an instant your mouth is on me. My hips leave the bed at the first touch of your tongue. I feel like I am on fire as you continue to explore me, opening me. I stare at the ceiling, never actually seeing what is above me, while my fists clench the covers below me. My own wetness mixed with your saliva drips from my inner thighs soaking the covers on the bed. The steady suction and flicking of you lips and tongue on my clit only intensifies when I feel you slide a single digit inside me. My muscles squeeze tight around your finger, and once again my hips leave the bed. I try to speak to beg you to stop... no don't stop...I want to scream for you to come up to me. fill me, but all that comes out is a gasp.
As if you can read my thoughts your mouth withdraws from its place between my thighs and I feel your urgent kisses tease the spot just below my belly button. My skin tingles as you snake your way up my body. I watch as your tongue darts out over my nipple, circling it slowly, then blowing gently until it hardens from the chill. I can not control a shiver when you repeat the action with the other.
My hands stroke your hair, neck and then shoulders. I have never wanted anyone as badly as I want you in this moment. I think my heart might explode if you don't kiss me right now. Cupping your face in my hands I pull you to me. Slowly I run my tongue over your lips before parting them and pushing past them. You return my kiss with more desire than before. I know you want me as bad as I want you; I can taste it. I can not bear to pull away and we kiss for what seems like an eternity. When I am finally able to break away from your lips, I trail tiny kisses along your jaw bone and down your neck. The light saltiness of your skin only serves to intensify the need in my groin. You pelvis pushes forward and I buck my hips in effort to hasten what I know is coming. Again that familiar wicked grin crosses you face as you pull back. I desperately pull at your hips, but you only raise your body higher away from my grip. In one swift motion my arms are pinned above my head, your strength overwhelms me as you effortlessly hold me there with one hand. Your other hand gropes my nakedness, squeezing, pulling, stroking....and penetrating....
Part 2: Penetration