Fuck Me Already

He would pass me in the hallway and something would flutter deep inside me. It had nothing to do with love, least of all infatuation. The flutter would hardly be where you would expect it, behind my ears, in the flush of cheeks, my heart maybe? Alas, I was hardly this juvenile. The flutter would instead arise in my neck, slide down between my breasts, and fall down the slippery slope of my navel to nestle between my legs and would quiver till I was forced to press my thighs together to calm it down.

Whenever he would pass me in the hallway, I couldn't help but be overcome with this dance down below. So much so that without a single bite, it felt as if the peach had begun to drip all its delicious juices down the cave that ensconced it.

I didn't quite understand why. He was goofy at best. Unsophisticated, a little uncomfortable amongst company and often spoke his mind when silence would've been his friend. However, each time I peered into those gorgeous, chocolate brown eyes and saw his awkward smile break upon that face; I couldn't help but find myself quiver again.

Unintentionally, I realised I had begun to touch him more often. My hand on his shoulder as I leaned across him to pick up a sheet or my arm around his shoulder as I wished him good morning in the wards. My hand occasionally playfully smacking his cheek as he mocked me for anything. I wanted to touch him constantly. More so, I wanted him to touch me. Touch me more. Touch me inappropriately. Touch me passionately. Touch me like he wanted to ravage me in ways that I could only imagine he could.

But instead, he maintained his careful distance. The most I got was his arm on my waist when he leaned in for a hug goodbye. And how I wished, someday that arm would slip down to my ample behind, coarsely cup it and pull me towards his hardness that I would be able to feel through my trousers.

But no. Careful distance. Measured touch. He was a gentleman behind all that awkwardness. And that just made me want him more. And I realised. I had to make it happen. This boy wasn't going to make a single move.

I dropped into his clinic one day to say hello. And there he was, his curls over his forehead, his casual smile welcoming me in and his caramel eyes reminding me why I wanted this boy so bad. He began to talk about work and I gave the right responses. His stories interspersed with mine, the banter going on playfully and my hand travelling in his arm and shoulder, touching away as always. I wondered why he hadn't gotten the hint yet. There I was, liberally giving him chances to touch me back but he wouldn't take the bait. And I didn't know what to do anymore. I didn't intend to do it. I hadn't planned on it when I had woken that morning. And I most definitely hadn't thought of what could've happened after. But like a dam breaking against the force of the river so strong and spilling in places where it didn't belong, I took the plunge and kissed him.

Leaning into his gorgeous face, I planted my lips against his with a restraint that was totally unlike the whirlpools that were building up in my belly. I wanted to gauge his response. I wanted him to lunge back at me. I wanted him to say something, anything after this courageous act of lust. And after a brief moment of my lips pressed up against his, I pulled back to wait. Biting my lip. Afraid. Looking at his stunned face at what had just happened. The moments passing felt heavier than he would've felt on my body. With each passing minute feeling slower than the last, I stared at his face as he stared at mine.

And just when I was about to open my mouth to apologise, he grabbed my face. My cheeks cupped in his big, rough hands as he kissed me hard. Sucking on my lower lip desperately as he slid his tongue into my mouth, his hands slipped away from my face down to my waist as he pulled me closer and kissed me hard and deep like a thousand rivers had been let go at once. Like the intensity I had been feeling for weeks, he pulled me into him; my tiny waist grabbed onto for good. Almost like a saddle as he prepared to ride me. My mouth opened into an ecstatic moan as I realised that this would be the fantasy I had been waiting for. That this would be the fuck-fest that I knew was intended between him and me and I threw my arms over his shoulders, my fingers laced through his tight black curls as I kissed him hungrily. Those lips were perfect. Plump. Soft. Fitting mine like a glove. His tongue lashing against mine in a fashion that could only mimic what his erection would do to me. A storm so heady, a downpour so thick that I found myself lost in its haze until he pulled back for a second. And all was silent. All was quiet. He took a moment to look into eyes and I felt he could see how drunk I was on this moment. He looked drunk too. But unlike me, his eyes seemed to be filled with purpose. And I could only hope that that purpose was to pin me down on his table and penetrate my wetness till it was sore.

Before I could complete that thought, I found his hands sliding inside my top- rapidly pulling it off me as he continued to kiss my lips, my cheeks, my jawline and my neck as my fingers unbuttoned his shirt till the third button until my patience grew thin and I pulled it apart with the buttons scattering themselves on the pristine white floor. He pulled off the straps of my bra as he loosened my hair from the plait that had kept together and with his fingers in my hair, pulled me onto his desk as he began to suck on my breasts.

Fuck. I loved that. Nothing got me ready to be mounted like good old nipple play. His mouth went from merely kissing the top of my breasts to taking my nipple into his mouth and suck it while I tried not to moan too loud lest someone hear outside his door. But I wanted more. I wanted him to be the animal he was readying himself to be by taking me right there and then. I was primed. I was wet. I was desperate to be tamed by this beast and I said 'Fuck me already!'

He stopped to come upto my face and bite my lower lip hard as he unbuttoned his pants. While pulling down my trousers off; he felt the skin on my round, supple butt - he looked at me and said 'Let me touch you everywhere. Months have to be compensated for' and gave me this wicked smile that I hadn't seen before. I was awestruck. I pulled him into me by his collar and kissed me softly only to nibble a bit on the end and said 'Fuck. Me. Already.'

He laughed, pinched my cheeks like a doll and without a moment to waste, thrust himself into the impatient woman sprawled on his desk before him and started to thrust. I wanted to moan, I wanted to kiss, I wanted to bite something because the waves of electricity that started to travel were too hard to contain. I ran my fingers down his gorgeous chest, my nails digging into the little sprinkling of hair on it as I tried to get him to kiss me. But he continued to thrust hard as he caresses my thighs and my bottom, squeezing it occasionally and whenever he did, he would groan in agreement. I guess he liked how my behind felt in his arms. Full, womanly, enticing. So much so that not even my gorgeous breasts stole the show. I couldn't hold my moans and felt one escape my lips after the other as I felt an orgasm build up inside me. His unrelenting thrusts and his soft touch on my waist and thighs align with his face that seemed to be in a kind of bliss that I couldn't help but watch it intently. I wanted him to cum. I wanted that bliss to transform into ecstacy. I wanted him to cross the river into the garden of Eden. So I wrapped my legs around him to take him deeper, squeezed his cock to make it tighter, touched his groin to make him twitch. But he discovered my game, he pinned my hands above my head and said 'Not now baby. Not now.'

And as he said that, flipped me over for a better view of my behind and grabbing it hard began to slam into me like a wild man. Uncaring of who heard, unaware of what anyone would say, he thrust into me till I was dripping down my thighs all the way to my knees and biting my lip till I could almost make it bleed. My orgasm building up, inch by inch, it's momentum gathering moment by moment, the heat inside my loins unbearable and throbbing, I burst all over his hardness with an intensity unmatched. I found my heart racing, my breath rapid and moans escaping my lips as my entire body burned with the joy that had just erupted within me. Fuck. I couldn't breath. I wanted more. I looked back at him and smiled. He leaned down to kiss me softly, still thrusting slowly and firmly inside me and said 'Now me.'

My waist clasped firmly in his hands, he began to pump into me. This time it was different. It was selfish and hard and masculine. He was digging in my skin and slamming his groin against my roundness. His eyes closed, his lips parted, sweat building up in his forehead that I just wanted to lick off. He seemed so focused that I could even feel him build up inside me and I knew I wanted him to let go inside me. This couldn't end any other way but with him spilling himself inside me so that I feel his throbbing and his heat penetrate through me as he released himself. I whispered to him 'Cum inside me' and as if waiting for my permission, he took one thrust and filled me up. It was glorious. I could feel him satiated, I could feel the heat, I could feel the wetness mixing and creating the slickness that could plunge me into another orgasm if I let it.

Fuck. I turned around and saw his face. He opened his eyes to give me a soft, sloppy kiss before he lay on me. His head nestled between my breasts as he kissed my skin softly and lustily. I knew he wasn't done. And the good news? Neither was I.