Under Your Spell

First we kiss

She sat on the edge of the bed, on those impossibly crisp white sheets. Looked down at her watch, five more minutes. Why doesn't the clock move. How do hotels get those sheets so tight. Where do they find the art, where do you find such meaningless art. I'll check my make up again. Something, do something, the time will go quicker, any thing, get up. For what felt like the 20th time she paced the room again. Will he be late, stop thinking, breathe, just be. Why won't her mind stop. Was this a mistake. What if it was all talk. What if he was like all the others, fuck me, cum and then nothing. What if she was no good, what if that feeling just wasn't there. What if she couldn't relax, what if the maid came, what, what, what. Stop relax be calm, oh god that knot in her stomach, why is it just getting tighter. Two minutes. I should go this is a mistake, where's my purse, I need to leave. No, no, I want this, I need this. Oh fuck the door his on time. Fuck, fuck, fuck, what do I do. The knot, so tight. Oh god my hands are shaking. What do I say. Concentrate, the door, just answer the door stop thinking. All this talk all this chat, fuck now I can't think of anything to say. Just be, oh god, oh god, oh god. A glance back, sheets so crisp, the art so dull.

She answered the door griping the handle tight, her knuckles white, her other hand shaking. She looked down at his shoes. The black leather, with droplets of rain, the carpet plush curling around the sole. How many people had stood there before him, why was she thinking this, why won't her brain stop. I should speak, she lifted her head opening her mouth. He was framed by the doorway. She opened her mouth to speak. Then a soft finger on her lips. She froze all thoughts slipped away. Just the feeling of his skin on her lips. His eyes, his eyes on hers that look. She couldn't break away even if she wanted to and she didn't want to. It felt like he look into her, could see and feel all her thoughts, all her fears and wants.

He pushed her back slightly, not with force he didn't shove, but in control, just his finger on her lips. She stepped back slowly reacting to him. He stepped in over the threshold, those eyes not leaving hers. She couldn't think, didn't need to, everything was there in those eyes, those rainbow eyes. That burning passion, that desire. His finger slipped away, she went to speak, but there were no words, he leaned down his lips on hers. His arm around her back. She felt like she was going to fall, not fall, no, melt, melt away. His hand on the small of her back. His lips, those soft big lips. They caressed her, they were so warm so sweet. His tongue flicking over her skin not forcefully, just soft and slow. She felt his other hand on her moving over her. She felt that knott unraveling, her mind calm. All she felt were those lips, that hand, his body, him, everything else had washed away.

She felt him move her, steadily in control of her, those lips still on hers his hand in her hair. Guiding her moving her. The bed, she was laying down, she wasn't sure how she got there. All she was awear of were his hands and lips. Him, him, him, nothing else. All the doubt all the nerves, all the worry had washed away she was in the moment. This moment here with him, it felt like nothing else that had come before. His hand on her hip. His tongue over hers. His hand moving down taking her trousers with him. She raised her hips as he pulled them away. His lips never leaving hers.

His lips left hers, trailing down her neck. She wanted them back on her lips, but she knew where they were going, and she wanted him there. Kissing down her, her skin so warm in his mouth. Feather kisses, then more, sucking her flesh into his mouth, practically devouring her. She knew where he was going. She wanted his kiss there. His hand on her thigh. So firm, so knowing. Gripping her. Her hand in his hair. His lips never leaving her skin. Down, down, down he went. Each kiss followed by another then another. His hand on her stomach. Her eyes flicked open when she felt it. His tongue on her. Just the tip on her clit. His eyes meet hers, as she bit down on her lower lip. Those eyes, she could see a fire, a hunger, she could see all desire continued within. She closed her eyes now. Her mind almost forcing her to. Wanting to savour every moment. His mouth greedy and wanton on her. Taking her whole into him. Sucking, licking, kissing and tasting. Her breathing raising, all she felt or could feel, all she ever wanted to feel again was him there inbetween her legs.

His tongue flicking over her clit, softly slowly, all the time his eyes looking up at her watching her with a rapture and a knowing look, observing her reactions. Adjusting his movements feeling how she reacted. His hand on her thigh, strong and firm holding her open. His other hand reaching up to her breast, holding her tight. Moving his tongue against her clit. Flicking it back and fourth over and over. Bringing one finger to her now. Slowly gently stroking her. Letting it build. Then slowly pushing it in. Eyes watching, seeing her reaction. A deep intake of breath, her lips parting. Curling his finger upwards deep inside her, finding that spot that felt so diffrent. Then pressing against it. The same firm hand, not forceful, not hard or harsh m, but firm and in control.

She gasped as she felt him within her, his finger a promise of what was to come. The pressure building within. The feeling of his mouth on her. His tongue non stop, caressing her bud, pushing against her on the underside almost. Her legs shaking as she started to give in, her mind a blank no rational thought. No nagging doubt or anxiousness now. Just pleasure pure pleasure. Building and building and building.

He could feel her getting close. Could feel her wetness growing, breathing more ragged, her fingers in his hair pulling him in closer. For a moment he thought about drawing it out, then discarded the notion as quickly as it had entered his mind. He wanted it as much as she did. Wanted to give her this orgasm. After all their talk and build up. It would be the first but not the last. Her pleasure was his. He wanted to map out her body, take in every detail keep it in his mind. Claim her like a foreign land. That was all to come, here now this, this was about her.

Then she reached her peak, she felt her muscles tense and shake. It came upon her like the breaking of a dam. The rush of release, the pleasure running through her. His hand firm still, on her tummy pressing her down. Her legs shaking. It wasn't the most powerful orgasm she had ever had. She had given her self harder and stronger before. But the feeling of him. Him doing this. Him making her orgasm. Him making it for her was something she had never experienced before. Everyone else before had just took from her, he was the first to give to her. Her hart raced and beated like a thunderous drum, her breath shallow and short. Her mind drifting away to that exquisite nothingness, were only feeling existeted. Her eyes fluttered open. And there he was looking down at her with those eyes like a rainbow all the colours held within. She looked up at him dumb struck. As he looked down at her with his grin, that silly cocksure grin. Her cheeks flushed, a smile streaching accross her face. "Hi" he said softly. "Hi" she replied.