CONTENT NOTE: Erotic fiction.

We’ve been waiting for a while for this to happen. We held off, because we didn’t want to rush things. We had before, with other people, and we didn’t have the best experiences. So we agreed: wait we would. We didn’t want the one night stands or infrequent fucks anymore. We didn’t want friends with benefits or a casual fling. We’d been there, done that. We wanted to commit now. We wanted the real thing. 

We stand opposite the other, barely a few inches between us, caressing your arms as you do my back. Our foreheads touch, your touch, which I’ve grown so accustomed to, warm and electric across my skin. After a wonderful evening together, dinner, dancing, TV cuddled up on the couch, the air’s been thick around us all night. Our bodies are taking the lead now. Our time is now.

The only sound in the bedroom is that of our breathing. It’s slow, even and deep. Our eyes meet. I love your eyes, they’re so beautiful. Watery blue, emotional, truly the windows to your soul, stare deep into mine. Heat rises in my cheeks at how you look at me. It’s like you truly see me, all of me, for who I am. You’re not in love with an idea. You are in love with me as I am with you. You’re not just staring at my body, you’re looking at my soul. My heart swells. 

‘I can’t believe we’re doing this,’ you whisper with a smile. We giggle breathlessly, like a pair of lovestruck teenagers. My cheek grazes over yours, your hold around my waist tightens, your lips brushing over my shoulder, placing a kiss there. My body electrifies, sparks jittering through my nerves with every kiss up my neck, along my jaw until you get to my lips. 

Your kiss is so gentle, almost featherlight as you cup my jaw, running your other hand through my hair. We are lost in touch, smell and taste. The scent of your aftershave, piny, woody, of the forest, taking me back to the cabin we spent that amazing weekend in that will stay with me for the rest of my life. I can’t remember how we get to the bed, I can’t remember when my shirt came off and and you’re reaching around to unhook my bra, but by the time we reach the bed, I’m on my back, your mouth sucking my nipple into my mouth. You kiss and suck, gentle and hard, teeth lightly biting, capturing my gasp with your lips. 

Our kiss becomes more urgent, my hands raking through your hair as you settle on top of me, between my legs, your rock hard cock grinding against my clit through your boxers. A shaky breath leaves your lips, a groan leaving mine. I pull you down to me, wrapping my legs around you as you rock in a slow, steady rhythm. Bearing your head into the crook of my neck, your breath warms my shoulder, my arms wrapping around your shoulder blades, holding you close as I can, wishing I could hold you closer. 

My hands slide down your toned back, slipping them underneath to your behind with a cheeky squeeze. You gasp, I giggle, watching as you look down at me with a flush in your cheeks, only for your mouth to hang open, your eyes flutter closed as I pull you closer to me, guiding your hips against my pussy as we rock together. 

‘Fuck…’ you moan. 

Reaching further down your waistband, I slide your underwear down your legs, which you awkwardly wriggle out of, your arousal springing free. Settling beside me, you pull me into more kisses. God, I love how you kiss me. My hand runs down your chest. I love your chest too. I love everything about you. Lower I run, down your belly to just above your hips. Your breath hitches, and our eyes lock. 

‘Yeah?’ I murmur. 

Your eyes darken, a silent nod my answer as you take my hand, and guide it downwards, where my hand wraps around your cock…

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*Image – Tenderness and Love by Joseph Lorusso