It's dark. Too dark to see anything but your silhouette against the crumpled sheet. We've been kissing for so long that my lips are swollen and tender. But still, I kiss you. The moonlight pouring in from the window is lending a blue tinge to everything; dreamlike. I must be dreaming to be here with you like this. The feel of your hands on my arms sends me spinning.
We're whispering, but I don't know why. We're alone and we're not likely to disturb anyone should we let out what we're both holding in; the passion of new lovers. But there's a reverence surrounding us that has caught us both off guard. It's the long-anticipated meeting of kindred spirits and we're smiling like school kids.
I knew it would be like this, somehow. We are opposites, physically - you with your creamy skin and twilight eyes. Your wise smile and rough, but tender hands. You with your adventurous spirit and boundless curiosity. You've walked this earth a bit longer than I, and somehow that makes me feel safer. I like the contrast of my caramel skin against yours. The juxtaposition of my innocence next to your experience. I know you can teach me and I want to learn.
"So soft."
The tiny hairs on my arm move with the breath of your words. I feel the shiver start at the base of my neck and travel down my spine. Instinctively, your fingertips follow as if giving chase. You should know you'll always win. The kissing resumes, between smiles. You make me so feel sexy that my blush is permanent.
I can feel the breeze from the window on my back. You pull me closer, and I forget it altogether. There's an urgency that creeps into our contact. The hunger is taking over, replacing the initial nerves. You're changing right before me. I can't see your eyes, but I feel them burning into me. I hear the low growl in your throat as you bend to mine depositing searing kisses that leave me breathless. My god, I want you.
"Want you, princess..."
Our clothing is falling away and I can't touch you enough. Your skin is like velvet under my hands. Warm and alive, your body is hard like a man's body should be. Sinewy and enticing. Strong and supple. You're a fantasy. I want to taste you and so I lean in and lap at the bud of one nipple. You moan and it is music to my ears. You cup my breasts in your hands, and suddenly it is my turn to show my appreciation. Your fingers are deft and I spill into them eagerly. I feel you trying to turn me and lay me down, but I resist. I have other things in mind. To show you my intent, I drop my hand to your waist and take you into it.
Hard like steel. Harder than.
Covered in silk.
You're so sensitive. I hear your sharp intake of breath at the first contact. I smile against your thigh as I drop to the carpet before you. I can't wait any longer, and you've given up your protests. You're as eager for this as I am. And nothing could keep me from tasting you finally.
"God..."
Yes, call him. I envelope you and we're both in heaven. The sounds you're making only fuel my desire to take you to the edge and bring you back over and over. But this isn't going to last long. I'm too ravenous for you, darling. Too engrossed in finally having what I've so longed for.
I worship you with my lips and my tongue. My throat welcomes you. I swallow around you. Your legs are shaking, my pulse is racing. My breathing is erratic, matching yours. I know you're close, and we've barely begun.
"My god..."
Yours. Mine. Every god in every heaven; you call them all as your orgasm rips through you. You grab my shoulders, my hand. The bed. We're primal, caught in a moment of pure lust. You pour yourself out to me and it lasts forever.
I try to imagine what you must look like right now. Are your eyes wide? Closed tightly? I want to see, but I am occupied with the taste of you on my tongue.
Finally you collapse back onto the bed, laughing. I climb up beside you and marvel at the look of pure contentment on your face. I pepper your chest with kisses as you wrap your arms around me. You trail a finger down my spine and I squirm. You don't know that it is the strongest erogenous zone on my body, but you'll soon learn.
You kiss my face, my lips and smile into my eyes.
"Your turn."
Read Part II
Originally published January 2006 - "Spanked!"