The chemistry [M/F]

I see him standing there, in front of the building, waiting for me. My heart is racing and I feel my blood hot with desire. Something is about to happen and I am drawn to it like a moth. I lean in to kiss him and smell that intoxicating perfume. He places a hand softly on my back as he kisses me. I could do anything for that smell and that touch. I feel lost and high.

I would touch, but I know I am not allowed to. I would passionately kiss, but all of it is forbidden. I crave for the privacy of any hidden space. The elevator! I cannot resist. I put my arms around his neck and pull him close. I kiss deep, wanting and he responds by putting his hands on my waist.

We get off and I see that door. The door of a room where dirty secrets will be born and completely consumed, just like me.

I look into his eyes and feel flustered. And in his eyes there is a longing and the tempting gaze of a predator ready to taste and devour everything. I kiss him deeply and he returns my kiss. He grabs me and I know his eyes are staring at me with a passion that burns right through my skin, my flesh and my bones. It's so good it hurts. I drop to the bed. I can't feel my hands or my legs. All I feel is this famine for his skin sweeping over me.

He takes a step back and asks me something I can barely understand about putting on some music. I try to play it cool as he walks past me to grab the remote. I stare at him like it is the last sight I see before I die. I want to grab at him, I want to rip his clothes off, I want to scream, but I sit frozen on the bed, waiting for the music. I hear that rhythm and it washes over me like a seaside breeze. It's not that the music is that good, it's that it means I will finally get my reward.

He steps in front of me and I struggle to not rip him apart, to not pull out his very being and fuck it. Everything about this man turns me on. Especially the way he fixes me with his eyes and I can almost feel his dirty thoughts smearing me with the smell of spicy perfume and condoms.

I stretch out my arm and remove his t-shirt. I want so badly, but before I know it he pushes me back. I feel the bed sheets on my back and a finger deep inside me. I can't breathe, I can't move, all I feel is the desire. A desire so strong it turns into a deep and sick addiction to everything he is and all that he can give me. He feels how wet and hot I am and gasps. It's so satisfying to know that I have such an intoxicating effect on him. I remove my dress and I know he loves seeing me in just my stockings and shoes. He takes off my panties and I can see his erection. I am ready to let him see me bare, clothed only in raw emotion and ecstasy.

He grabs my legs and pulls me to the edge of the bed. I feel so lost there are no more words to describe…

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/2id2tj/the_chemistry_mf