His palm ran up my thigh: Fingertips, skin and lips, emotions sang high. Blush ran over my tender cheeks, and I knew this was wrong. This man and I, we did not belong. My body however ignored the signs, we drew the blinds, and this is where I made my first mistake.
I was shaking in my boots; I was starting with this crime. Brown felty layers and laces, leading the warm and fluffy design. I looked up at Gareth, two eyes; a melting hot brown. I could almost hear drops of chocolate. I could almost hear this tender colour.
A teasing rhythm was drip, drop, dripping, his breath forbidden to my neck. My heart was racing against his hot, hands, hastening towards every weakness that walked this deck. Breath escaped my lips, breath bouncing a resonance, off the deep wooden walls surrounding upon us.
I turned; I pressed my cheek against one of these walls. It was the only way to allow for his two lips, like tulips, to flutter across my collar bone in answer to my calls. So soft were these lips I could not shake, except for my feet in these boots, and their miniature earthquake.
"You're a naughty woman!" He whispered in my ear. Our bloodline ran a race of shivers that ravelled too near... Too near to my desires; his palm running up my thigh, tulips on the hotspots and a drip chocolate eye.
The wood against my cheek began to heat up just then. My skin was on fire and our souls tried to ascend. Each second took its place, each moment moved a about, but logic was astray and I could not hear it shout.
He was far too hot for me, the girl-next-door kind. A type I'd say out-grown to a boy of such raw mind. It could not be withdrawn, the motion I let set pass, I gulped in fear of pressures I might not like to mask.
His hand came to a halt, to stop atop my thigh. So close to the place I'd hoped, just hoped that he'd not shy. My eyes ran back to him, begging for more to come, I wanted badly for what I should not, and very sadly that's not what I got.
"You're such a naughty girl that I think you need a lesson." Bad, Bad, Bad, my repetitive thought progression; it's not easy without the power, like I'm just one of his possessions. Yet he couldn't leave just yet, I inhaled a moment or two, for as long as I was wet, I needed his follow through.
Bad, bad, bad, "A lesson?" I barked, suddenly disappointed by his pause, and lack thereof remark. He wasn't supposed to stop, and leave me no release. He was my only outlet, the one I didn't have to please.
"Come," He said. That is all.
I parted from the wall, no longer heated, now alone. My footsteps caused an echo on his, I still felt shivers to the bone. My heel to his toe, his left to my right, I followed him without thought, or as much as a fight.
SUDDENT HALT. That is all.
