Butterfly
How could I have known that I would hit me like this? There were only few things that would have given him away. Sure, his youthful energy, his light-heartedness and his contagious, kinky smile. But quite some people have that. What really caught me off guard was that he also would touch my very soul. A part inside of me that usually is very difficult to find. This darker spot inside of me started to tingle without warning. It blew me away. His every word moved their way inside of me. Into my brain, my guts and even between my legs. It felt as if he were playing me like an instrument. I started vibrating deep down – soul and body.
Suddenly I felt this need to analyse his every movement, every tiny little move of his lips and his eyes. God. He looked good. So fresh, so young and so mature at the same time. But everything was so fleeting, so minute, as if I were observing a butterfly. I wanted to hug him. Kiss him. Where did that urge come from? Has this always been inside of me or was he doing that to me?
I started losing control over the reasonable part of me. I felt my brain switch off. Mere instincts left. In the middle of one of his sentences I leaned over and kissed him. Our lips barely touched, and he moved back a little. When he looked at me it seemed as if I had this rare chance of seeing a butterfly completely still. I couldn’t read his eyes. I simply couldn’t. Thoughts of a completely unknown kind were running through my head. I didn’t listen to them and leaned forward again. His lips were soft, warm. I realised that he was shier than I thought. My tongue started touching his lips and searching for his tongue. I was not a passionate, raw kiss. It was a careful, slow kiss, as if we were still pretending to not go over that edge. But we did.
The next time I opened my eyes, he touched my cheeks with both his hand and then it was him who leaned towards me. Our kisses grew stronger, hotter, more intimate and I felt my whole body tingling. My hips moved closer to his. As if this were some secret sign his body pressed against mine so that I touched the wall behind me. He pressed me against it. His mouth suddenly was everywhere. His kissed my cheeks, ran his tongue along my neck and I could feel his warmth all along my body. I moaned when his hand touched my waist, moving up towards my breast. I knew that this was not going to end well. I knew that making love to such a person would bring harm. But I’ve reached a point of no return when I felt his erection against my body. I wanted to have him. I knew I would allow him – would want him! – to have me.
I moved my hands all over his torso. He felt so young and yet so strong. I unbuttoned his jeans and moved my hands so that I could touch him. God, he was hard. It felt good being the reason for this. He suddenly stopped kissing me and when he looked at me, I still couldn’t say whether he was being shy or playing the surprised one. He went down on his knees, moving up my skirt and lowering my underwear. He didn’t touch my vulva, but licked me without any warning. Jesus Mary! It felt so intense that I had the feeling of observing myself. He knew what he was doing. It made me feel as if I were floating one or two inches above ground. When his face came closer again, the warmth of his lips and his mouth made me melt inside.
I’ve had several men and usually it felt more or less the same when a hard penis penetrates me. But he was different. It was as if we were a different kind of compatible. He simply fit perfectly inside of me. We moved slowly together. Testing it. I moved my right hand down to touch my clit, because I knew he couldn’t really do that for me in this position. He suddenly stopped, caressed my tits and leaned towards me. He whispered into my ears: “Turn around.” I did. Now I felt him inside of me and I could also feel his fingers on my clit. Gently rubbing it. By that time I was panting and I heard him breath heavily into my neck. I felt like exploding and I knew that he would come soon. His thrusts got harder. And I liked it. Slowly but surely those tiny little stars started crawling on my skin, announcing my climax. This typical tingling was rushing through my whole body when I came. I had been loud, I suddenly realized the seconds before he came inside of me. I felt his grip tighten around my waist and his hair touching the back of my neck. He rested his head on my shoulders and I was happy that my wet forehead touched the coldness of the wall that we were leaning up against.
When he let loose, I turned around and looked at him. I loved it. His slightly sweaty hair that was now a complete mess and this mysterious innocence in his eyes. Again, there was such a fleeting, fragile moment where I thought I knew everything about him. Where it seemed, I could read him like an open book. After blinking it was gone. Again, he became a complete mystery to me. I kissed him softly on his cheeks and his lips and I instantly knew that it was over.
I knew that he would move out of my life the way he entered it. Like a butterfly. Fluttering. Dancing. Uncatchable. Taking all his well-hidden melancholy with him and leaving me with mine.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/m8nflm/mf_butterfly_stranger