What I have to say is going to make you a bit uneasy. Are you ready? I want you to suffer. In the best possible way. I want that itch to become insatiable so that when I am able to touch you it feels all the more satisfying. When I see you I want to see that itch radiating through those beautiful brown eyes so that when I take full advantage of you; wrapping my hand around your neck, claiming your lips as my own, touching you, teasing you, and fucking you I can know that I'm the reason why your body is writhing. I want you to beg for more. I don't want you to be in control of your body. I want your body to do all the talking for you. I want to hear your body telling me what you want. Not what you think you want, but what you really want. No not want. Need. I want to know what your body needs. I know what you need, you need to let go. You hold everything in and I just need you to take a deep breath and just exhale. Let me help you do that. Do you trust me?
After almost a year of being together this is what he said. I was away from him and it was excruciating. We hadn't had sex and as bad as we both wanted it, I wasn't sure if I was ready. I was a virgin. With men anyways. But I loved him and I wanted him to be my first, because more than anything I did trust him. But this isn't about our first time together.
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It had been three long grueling weeks since I've looked into those piercing blue eyes. Right now they were a little darker than usual, filled with lust and the need to pleasure me and to be pleasured.
I wanted nothing more than to be claimed by him. I want to feel closer to him. As close as I can get.
Tanner sent me a text that read, "I'm downstairs." My head was reeling all I wanted was to just be in his arms again. To be wrapped up in his scent, engulfed by his presence.
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I was so nervous. He makes me really nervous. When we were just friends my hands would get all clammy and I would start sweating profusely just when we would talk. Now that we are together it has subsided a bit but not much.
I distinctly remember the first time I really noticed him. Sure we had this class together for a while but I didn't really pay any attention.
I saw him and everything else just melted away. It was an innocent crush, but I never had the nerve to actually say anything. I would always look at the back of his head in the first class we had together. He was handsome and brooding in my opinion. Definitely and utterly confident. I could tell by the way he walked it was evident. Confidence exuded from his pores, it was sexy.
Things are slightly different now. That day that I asked for his number everything changed. Even though it was just so we could study together I realized after a few conversations and laughs that I wanted more than that. I wanted to see where it all would go.
I had been in a relationship and it broke me to say the least. I definitely came out of it a stronger person. I realized some things about myself and I vowed that in my next relationship if I had one that I would fix the wrongs within myself. I knew at that point that in my next relationship I would be the best possible version of myself for the best possible person for me. I have that. I never want to let go.
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"Princess..." The word rolls off of his tongue. I had never heard a word sound so beautiful than when coming out of his mouth.
He was handsome, dapper, and undeniably sexy as hell. Dirty blonde hair that looks the best tousled from when he first wakes up in the morning or after me pulling on it all night. In contrast with the dark brown hair that I have of my own. Deep blue eyes that I'm positive that I can swim in. Strong, compassionate eyes. He would stare into my light brown eyes and I would glare into his you can tell there is a guard up, but also a willingness to let you in. To let me in. His lips are sexy and a pouty pink color. I could bite and suck on his bottom lip just looking at it. The only difference was our height. Joking. Even though he was considerably taller than my 4'11 frame by being 6'1. But really the only difference that everyone noticed was that he was white and I was black. It never bothered us.
"Yes baby?" I asked the man I love. He's so good to me. Sweet, caring, and everything I've ever wanted in a man. I just started staring at him. Really looking at him. He's so sexy, I thought to myself. His body is mouth watering, makes me burst at the seams.
"I missed you so much Ash." He said as he swept me up in his arms and everything was right with the world again. That might be a bit dramatic, but I missed him so much it hurt. Being with him made everything bad perfect again.
"Ugh tell me about it. I'm just happy I'm back here with you," I said. He replied, "how happy?" Jokingly I said, "I can show you better than I can tell you."
He walked me to the car so we could go back to his place. I definitely missed the little things, like him opening the door for me all the time.
Music blaring, sunroof open, holding hands. I really missed the simplicity of it all. I never noticed before how happy I've been just simply being in this car with him. I let go of his hand and he rested his hand on my upper thigh and squeezed it. I shivered on the inside and I felt my core heating up. He kind of had that effect on me 24/7.
I reached over and caressed his face. He glanced at me for a moment and smiled. I decided I couldn't wait until we got to his place. I wanted him now.