He was whispering in her ear, Natalie could feel the goosebumps rise across her skin. His touch was warm, and his breath was hot on her neck. Pulling him closer to her body, they were pushed further into the wall; the shelves now digging into her back.
The closet smelled of bleach and dust but with Matt wrapped up between her legs it didn't matter. His large hands lifted her onto a small table and his fingers began tracing the hem of her skirt. Gently he moved higher up her thigh. His warm tracing made her stomach flutter. As she saw his hand disappear under her skirt she tried to hide her excitement by springing towards him and biting his lower lip.
He smelled of pasta and spices, but his cologne was seeping through as well.
Cinnamon. She thought.
Natalie grabbed onto the back of his neck just as he found her panties. The lace was soaked with her elevated expectations. He pulled the fabric aside and found her eager to continue.
She let out a soft moan as he massaged her mound. She felt the jolts of pleasure begin. It had been so long; seemed like forever since she had been passionately loved like this.
She found her grasp on his neck begin to lower as his head was falling below her hips and finding his way under her skirt. She spread her legs willingly and sighed as soon as his warm breath hit her. Her senses began firing. His tongue traced around her entrance, she could feel him move in rhythm while her breathing started becoming rapid. He moved his tongue up and down her until a moment of bliss caught her by surprise. She shivered in delight and he froze. He found it. Her pink pearl of ecstasy and he stroked it with his tongue slowly.
She could feel herself losing control, she wanted to feel the big release. The moment of internal intoxication. She felt herself moisten inside, she needed something more.
