There are two traps when it comes to these things, situations, romances like this one. The first trap that I fall for is the look in his eyes. That look that says “love, you are the only person that matters in the world.” And it’s a look that transforms you. Changes you from the beggar in the cold selling matchsticks to the beggar in flames in the ethereal sky. Then there is that second trap. The one that sucks you in and turns you into molecular specks in the distant galaxy. The one where you feel, are, do everything to be next to him. You become everything and anything for that person. And I’m falling for the second one fast.
Who am I? Who have I been in the past? I can’t see anything but who I am with him. The room changes at the sound of his name, on my lips, on my soul. The name that he answers to. The sound that his heart beats to is my voice. And sometimes he hypnotizes me. Like the artist in the throws of artistry, with a spotlight on me, he asks me to pose for him.
“Everything,” he says. “I want to see everything.” He collects my beauty in his eyes. I don’t really think I’m beautiful. But, he thinks I am. That’s what moves within my frame. Sitting. Standing. He asks for a couple of smiles. A flame crosses his eyes and I dissolve in the frame at the push of the button.
My expression captures everything. I want him. I need him.
I move again. I hold my naked body still for the click of the camera. But I’m burning, yearning. My breasts in both my hands. I am smiling a thousand smiles like the sun gazes over flowers on a spring day.
“Babe,” I look at him and his naked body. Throughout every click and pose his dick had bounced and posed with me. I did my best to share the look. The ‘I need more, babe’ look as I pinched my nipples for him.
Click.
Everything. His stern gaze says as the precum drips onto the floor. But I know how much he wants me. I know how much he needs. When he thinks I’m not looking he stealthily gives attention to his aching skin. It feels like the room grew quieter. Quiet except for that sound. The sound.
Click.
I move again. I sit on the chair with my legs opened wide. I relax my back backwards creating an arch against the chair. ‘More,’ his gaze asks everything of me. I sit up straight for a few seconds and open my legs again wider. I relax back upon the chair exposing everything for him.
Click. Click.
He kneels down. He is still a few feet away. A drop of cum falls to the floor. I want to lick it off of him before it falls again. I need to feel his aching skin in my mouth. I love it when he fills me. I love it when he gives me his most sensitive part of his body.
Click. Click. Click.
He moves closer to me. I move my neck back. In this position I’m ripe for the taking. The spotlight dances against the peaks of my nose, my lips, my chin, and lower. The light illuminates every sense of my yearning body. I’m so lost in that first trap. Because there are two traps to things like these. There are two traps to fall for in situations like these. There are only two pitfalls in these types of romances. And I’m so lost there is no exit but to be lost in the second trap fast and hard. I’m collapsing into the moment. I’m collapsing to his touch. I’m evaporating against the soft kisses of his tongue. I have fallen for him like no other.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/m640bs/click_mf