It felt like a bear hug. Holding someone, feeling her melt away in the arms. As goosebumps began to appear I just kissed her from neck down to lumbar, christening each cleft and each bump with the touch of my lips.
As I reached the hips, the lips part to take a bite out of the forbidden apple cleft, as with each bite and slurp the moans grew. But it gave her the tingling feeling, her toes numb up as they curled but I didn’t do more. I had my hands hold hers and I moved up. I looked into those expectant eyes and breathe the same breaths trapped between two intertwined bodies as they met each other, oh so very briefly.
The expectant eyes looked at me to see what I would do next. As the covers slowly drift away and we lose that sense of time, place or sounds of neighbours trying to put their kids to sleep. She just smiled, her mouth half open to gasp few good seconds of oxygen we dive back into the abyss of lips meeting each other and eyes slanting a close.
You would think this is the best place, the best time, the best everything in the world; but it’s all about to change with every action - the emotions, the hormones and the thoughts make you take in the moment. You could be on Mars in a moment or an Amazonian jungle or the aurora borealis in Iceland; as the hold gets tighter around her, she sinks further into my grasp like softened butter and with every move she grasped my hair my shoulders trying to push me down as if a dish was ready and all I had to do was savour it.
As the tip of the tongue and the nose works its way down her body, she couldn’t help but twitch. At about shoulders you could feel her squirm, at the breasts her eyes clear and mouth slightly ajar and the head dives back as it reaches the navel. All in a space of few seconds. The fun is just about to begin and she anticipates it, she encourages it.
But I had some other intentions, I wanted her to have those feelings. I wanted her to wish for more. But I just stop there abruptly, waiting for a confirmation, a sign if you will. The strand of dna which can’t comprehend one from the other mockingly asks her 54 is 45 more what’s your answer my love. And she’s gasping, she try’s to figure out what just happened, she couldn’t if she wanted to. That’s what you want to ask me right now? Anticipating that I would just go back to it, but I didn’t.
The grin got wider, I again asked her what is 54 minus 45. While she’s trying to calculate, I bit her cute heaving belly. (Why belly one might ask, cause it rhymes with jelly.) She says seven and there’s another bite and she couldn’t stop herself from looking for another gasp of air. She says nine and breathes a huge sigh of relief marked with a hint of pleasure as I begin again as soon as she gave the right answer.
So, I asked what’s the number that comes before nine and she now caught the drift, she smiled held my head pushing it down with all her might, but I resisted. She tried harder and I still resisted. She begged and moaned as my lips and teeth didn’t fall lower to what she wanted. An interplay filled with mirth, moans and anticipation. One last time the hands meet each other as they squeeze each other in a sweat filled anticipation, she knew.
She knew she was ready for him, she knew she wanted something good to come out of it and she knew how to get it.
Nothing mattered, nothing; my thinning hairline or her thick gorgeous thighs wanting to wrap themselves around me. Deprive me of any oxygen what-so-ever, maim me, get back at me for all the build up and anticipation. Just like you, wishing for me to go lower, describe what I did, well, you got to wait for it.
