The feelings you ignite in me

21 Feb

It’d been a little while since I’d seen you. I had been counting down the weeks, then the days, and then the hours until I saw you again. There was a jittery feeling inside my stomach as I wondered if we would feel the same as we did the last time we saw each other. But the moment I saw your face all those worries washed away, replaced by happiness and excitement. You were here with me again! In the flesh! I could see you smile and enjoy being in your presence. I was an ocean of different feelings all tumbling about; nervous, excited, scared, grateful, shy…and many other things. But one of the feelings that kept resurfacing over and over again was a hungry, almost-painful need to be physically close to you. I needed to be alone with you. Locked away in a bedroom, together, between sheets…
My face felt warm at the thought. My heart began to quicken at the mental imagery dancing through my mind. I couldn’t help it- I’d never in my life experienced such an intense and overwhelming blend of physical and emotional attraction. And even though our hearts were enmeshed, our bodies had yet to follow. The butterflies flitted madly in my stomach and I briefly wondered if I would even be able to work up the courage to take you to bed. Maybe another visit…maybe another time…
And then you kissed me- slow and smoldering, soft and hungry, deep and delicious. I knew then that I’d battle through my nerves- whatever that meant. I’d peel out of my clothes with shaky hands and a feeling of light-headless if I had to. But I couldn’t let you leave again without your sweet scent being absorbed by the pores of my skin, leaving me bathed in your fragrance; the remnants of being claimed by you. You couldn’t leave without making me yours through a carnal take-over. There’s a sort of branding that comes with physical intimacy: enmeshed hearts are validated; love pours onto the sheets and echoes through the heat-filled room. Energy intertwines and the outside world sees the glow of unification between the two. And so, it wasn’t a mere want. It was a need. I needed to have you and be had by you. But I was scared.You make me nervous. I feel green and new and unsure- as if all my experience and knowledge and skill never existed. As if I were approaching you as a virgin- this thought amused me and I found my lips curved up in one corner, in a smirk, at my own idiocy. I am not a trembling virgin approaching the big, scary unknown. I am more of a little vixen with a tongue of gold and deft fingers to match. But under the heat of your blue-eyed gaze I am a trembling lamb. I am unsure of myself, doubting my skills, doubting my ability to please you. Doubting that you will really want the landscape under my clothes. I draw in a shaky breath and I feel a little queasy. I half-laugh, and for a brief moment I can clearly see how ridiculous I am being. But then the fear rushes in again. But I want you. I want you so terribly it’s all I can think about. But my nervousness is relentless and I come to fear the moment when we’re alone, when the sheets are waiting patiently to drink up our love. When you’ll finally see me stripped bare, of everything. The moment finally comes when we are alone, behind a closed and locked door. Daylight is right outside the blind, but we hold each other without the lights on. There’s plenty of light in this room and there will be no hiding- I briefly entertain the idea of chickening-out. Of waiting until another time. But we kiss, it’s a kiss that moves electricity down my body and makes the insides of my thighs warm and wet. You suck my tongue into your mouth and I moan softly, melting into this sensuous moment. I’m still nervous but the intensity of the feeling is muted by the ravenous hunger I feel for your touch. Our lips and tongues dance in a lustful assault and I sigh with relief as your fingers make their way down my body; where their wet and wanting target is dying to be hit. A thrill moves through me as your fingers move past the waistband of my underwear and slip downwards, meeting with the slickness there. My knees obediently draw apart, granting your fingers easier access.I quietly suck in a tiny, sharp breath of surprise when you push your way inside of me, and it feels so good it’s all I can do not to steal control and push myself down on you, taking you deeper inside of me. The butterflies in my stomach seem to have icy-razor wings and somehow the fear and nerves collide with lustful wanting, making for an overwhelming inner-climate. But I don’t want you to stop. I might die if you stop. My head swims in sheer pleasure as your skillful fingers feed the hungry mouth between my parted thighs. I could let you fuck me like this until I soak your fingers in cum, but this is only the warm up. This is only the beginning and my skin is already warm, I can already feel my heart pulsing wildly in my throat. I’m already soaking wet and desperate to cum from the sensation of you inside me-the sensation your skillful fingers easily demand of my body. My mouth opens to give up a little cry, and then your fingers suddenly retreat. I feel you pull out of me, and it leaves me desperate and wanting. Our eyes meet and I see a hungry look on your face that makes the insides of my thighs impossibly more wet- you’re going to fuck me until I cum on your mouth- I can see the promise burning in your eyes. Your soft, pillowy lips travel down my stomach in a straight line- my head swims and nervousness awakens the razor-winged butterflies in my belly. I’m scared again. But I’ve been made too wet and too hot to care. I see your face move between my thighs. I moan and close my eyes as I feel your fingers push into me again-I welcome them, swallowing your fingers deeply into my starving core. Your fingers work me with expert skill and I swim in pure pleasure which begins to grow steadily. Suddenly your tongue invites itself to the sweet slaughter going down between my open legs. I want to cry out but the sound is choked and gagged by the sensations taking me over. Your tongue skillfully assaults the little bud atop the slick lips your fingers are feeding, and the serpentine movements of your tongue give the hot little bud a heartbeat all of its own.begin to climb the ladder of pleasure quickly, more quickly than I want to. My fingers claw into the sheets in white-knuckled fists, my toes curl and my knees want to snap together like a sprung trap. My body trembles as a ferocious pleasure tears through me, rushing through the layers of all that I am, consuming me like an invisible fire. And then, just as quick as it came, it’s gone. I’m suddenly wrung-out, spent, shaky, weak. Fragile. You move up from between my thighs and come to rest at my side, you lean in towards me and we kiss. I taste my sex on your lips and it fills me with the desire to have my own taste of you. I want my mouth soaked in your sex. I want your taste on my tongue, I want to swallow your desire for me down my throat. My fingers do not savour you as yours savoured me- my tongue is impatient and watering for your taste. I find myself kneeling before your parted knees and I sit back, tying my hair up in itself while I admire the pretty pink place between your inner thighs, the place my tongue so badly wants to be. I lay on my stomach and move my face between your thighs like a man dying of thirst before an oasis. A little moan escapes from the back of my throat as I taste you, but it’s not enough, I want to be inside you too. My fingers push inside you, taken in a choking grip and I look up to read your face, so I can make sure I’m not hurting you. But your fingers claw through my hair and I can hear your cries and feel your hips roll in to meet my movements. I close my eyes and I’ve found pure, hot, unadulterated Elysium. I want to stay here forever with your sex coating my fingers and tongue. I want to live between your thighs, I want my face to be the place where your carnal hunger is satiated.I moan from the back of my throat as my fingers and tongue work on you. I feel your grip on the roots of my hair tighten, you pull my face in closer, shoving me deeply between your legs, and I take my cue and pick up my pace; harder, faster, but consistent rhythm. Your thighs close in around my head and you cry out- the sound ripples through me and I know it’s a sound I want to hear over and over and over again, for the rest of my life. I pull myself away from the heaven between your legs, and I come to lay beside you- we come in close together and we are a mess of interlocking arms and legs. We hold each other in the sweet after-moments as our heart rates begin to calm, and we bask in the glory and intensity of the connection we share; this unusual bond that moves through the unseen dimension, ploughing madly into the physical. I lay with you in my arms and I know I love you with my whole being. I know you are the one. I know that physical love of this kind cannot happen where the hearts and soul haven’t met. And we have met- our hearts and souls are well-known to each other, our bodies simply needed to catch up. I close my eyes and breathe you in, and I am drowning happily in an ocean of love and gratitude. The feel of your bare skin against mine is sensuous and soon I am wanting you again. I lay with you in my arms, your sweet scent and your nakedness intoxicate me. The pink peaks atop my heavy breasts harden painfully and the place between my thighs is already hot and wet again, my wanting for you slick on the insides of my thighs. I look at you and the love I feel is so intensely overwhelming, the overflow turns physical, and I want to make love to you. But my sudden hunger for you is ferocious and urgent, it steals the sweetness away, replacing it with a carnal desire- and I know that when I touch you again, it won’t be sweet- I’m going to fuck you like I’m branding you. Because you’re mine. And these are the feelings that you ignite in me…

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Posted by on February 21, 2020 in random thoughts


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