He grabs my wrists, tackling me down to the blanket on the floor, pushing my arms above my head and kneeing my legs apart before nuzzling himself between us, rubbing his hard cock against my wet cloth-covered mound. I'm apprehensive, but admittedly totally turned on. My heart is racing. I didn't know what he was planning on doing - I'm stunned like an animal in the wild; I'm his lustful prey, arrested, in place, intrigued by his determined features.
Our breath intermingles, his lips so dangerously close to mine. 'Do it' (my mind is singing) 'Kiss me' (my heart begging for him to hear what my soul is pleading.) We kiss. Oh God, we kiss... To say it leaves me completely breathless does the beautiful heartbreak ache no justice whatsoever. I have never had a kiss like this in my life from no other man. I start crying. The moment is too sweet, too perfect; memories overflow my emotions...
He grabs my hair, bringing me closer to him; panting, stealing moments to regain air into our suffering lungs. The passion I feel is beyond me, our souls finally joining each other after being apart painfully for too long.
He lifts my skirt to my hips, shoves my panties to one side, almost simultaneously yanking at his belt and unzippering his pants. "Fuck, I'd forgotten your smell.." He takes in the air like a predating wolf.
