The night was cold.
It's not raining but windy. And what makes me feel cold is the loneliness eating the whole ME.
Sigh*
I set my mind to sleep, but several things are bothering me. I don't want to think anymore, but sometimes I still find myself feeling incomplete, longing for something I can't explain, caught in the middle of going nowhere.
Almost half asleep, I feel a warm hand gently brushing my hair. I look back. "What are you doing here?"
He replied with his sweetest smile - the one that makes every woman's heart secretly beg for him. "I had to be with you."
"You can't be here. Go out." But I almost said it in a whisper, as if i didn't want him to hear.
I look into his eyes. I can see the burning passion in his stare. He came closer, keeping his eyes locked on mine. His hands reach out for me. He slid his arm around my lower back and pulled me close. We could feel the breath against the moist and quivering lips just before our mouths met in a deep, warm and passionate kiss. It was a kiss that made waves of warmth
and pleasure spread down through my body, leaving every part of me trembling.
At this moment, I wanted to feel love. His lips stroke mine as if it was the last touch before goodbye, but his hands told a different story - caressing my waist, arousing the hidden desire I had buried inside me since we first met so long ago. My body bends closer, then away.
"Babe..." I whisper as our lips parted. But no excuse comes to mind.
"I need you." he said.
I pull him nearer. Why not? My body speaks with what my heart has been craving for. I don’t need to utter words to make him know I need him back.
Our lips meet again. Now, it’s more intense, wilder and captivating. His hands tremble while he touches my skin. I can sense the desire as his lips move towards my nape, petting and make a circle with his tongue. Damn, he is so enticing. He tickles my earlobe, making it wet with his stimulating tongue. My hands travel over his abs, and the other hand pulling his shirt up. We make our move.
Sounds of heavy breathing. A series of actions in quick succession, no time to think.
His right hand cupping my left mountain ( LOL at the term, obviously I am not wearing bra )
His teeth gently untied the ribbon draping over my shoulder. I ripple his neck, playing my tongue with it.
His left hand ran excitedly over my ass, stroking it gently.
He kissed me again, intensely.
My fingers explore his nipple, making them hard. His right hand praised my inside thigh with his smooth touches.
"Oh my..." I sigh as his lips move to please my neck, giving shivers down my spine. He licked it with so much desire. I held my breath, not wanting to moan. My body starved for him.
And I can tell he is stirred by my simple caress. My hands hurriedly unzip his pants while I clumsily suck his nips. "I want yours." he whispers when i glance up.
We change positions and he hungrily milks the nipple that yearns to be nursed, his hand attending to the other one thoroughly.
"Mmmmm.." I grasped a deep breath. If it's just a dream, I don't like to wake up anymore.
I close my eyes to capture every tingling sensation he is giving me. I can sense in between my legs his hardness, brushing awkwardly.
I crazily pull down his annoying boxers. His hand tease and explore the sweetest part of me through the folds of my last garments. I feel a warmth that kills the inhibitions My weakness is expose. My knees tremble with anticipation. He lovingly
continues.
Extacy!
My hands instinctively rub his, lustfully stroking it. I heard him roar silently. I stretch down, reaching his nipples, suck them, torturing and prolonging the pleasure. We feverishly nurture each other.
Then his mouth desperately slid down….down….down… He stopped over with my navel, enjoying the deep tunnel, tasting and sucking it…then he slid down…
Down the spine…he spreads my legs. His tongue searching and exploring my secret.
What secret you ask, my dear reader?
Wouldn't you like to know.
