It may have looked like an innocent kiss. Nothing more than a simple brush of his lips over mine. Until it escalated quickly, matching my pulse, turning molten.
Because, like most innocent kisses, underneath it lay a heat that had flamed through me all day, that inescapable burn of need every time his eyes had strayed to my lips.
And there’s only one thing to be done about needs.
Opening my mouth to tangle my tongue with his, dragging my nails along his scalp, the swell of my breasts against him, feeling his heartbeat soar against them, gasping as I feel him trace his fingers up my spine.
Gasping as he cups my ass and lifts me up, pushing my back against the wall, as I wrap my legs around his hips.
Gasping as I drink down every probe of his tongue, moaning into his tongue as he rips my bra open, impatiently, just so he can feel my nipples, peaked and hard, against his chest.
Moaning into every kiss as his fingers hungrily trace the red flush that spreads rapidly from my neck to my collarbones.
Sinking my teeth into his shoulder, my spit running down his back, as he palms my breast – – slow circles, skin rubbing against warm, willing skin, teasing each nipple until it hardens further.
My breathing a ragged whisper, staccato bursts of gasping his name between moans, before I lunge in, pure animal hunger, marking a path of saliva and teeth marks along his jaw all the way to his mouth.
Feeling him reciprocate with a snarl, trailing a damp path from my mouth down my neck, and further down, as he catches one stiff nipple between his lips, drawing it into his mouth, the suction of his lips punctuating my moans as I feel his teeth lightly scrape against each taut nipple.
Feeling his hands all over me, touching my sides, tracing my ribs, cupping my clit in his palm, parting my soaking wet lips as he lines himself up against me, so unbearably close, I can feel the heat from his crotch against mine.
And Silence.
That momentary lull before the storm.
The tension hanging in the air.
As I feel the squelch of my lips against his tip, my juice running in a warm trickle down his length.
The silence, now deafening.
My eyes dark, my pupils dilated, my expression pleading.
Please.
My voice, almost hoarse from urgency, from need.
Please what?
He smiles slowly. No, smirks. Smirks.
Please what, my love?
Please fill you up…?
Please stretch you open…?
Please, what?
And before I can gather myself enough to respond, feeling him easing into me. Easing into me with one long, slow, insistent thrust. Stretching me open as I instinctively circle my hips against him. Feeling him corkscrew into me, as I scream in my throat.
Pulling him in for another kiss, the muscles of my shaft clamping down around his girth, feeling every throbbing vein along his length inside me.
Riding wave after wave of pleasure, erupting inside me, roaring up my spine, feeling him swell inside me, nearing the precipice of his own release.
And listening to the sound of my own final, urgent whisper, gasping into his ear:
Please.
Please come inside me.
*- by Alice Quine*
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/j8uc3q/an_innocent_kiss