**Title**: **To Languish in Stolen Time**
We devoured one another.
Hips restless, I thrust my groin almost violently upward to be met by an equally determined downward push. We had become frantic, left hands palm to palm with fingers interlocked. The right hand explored every part of the torso that induced the same exquisite shudder and all the while our lips teased, tongues rippling against each other ceaselessly.
Nothing could feel better than fighting to get inside each other at that moment. My muscles trembled from holding myself back and the ache in my groin made me want to bow backward, grip my hair in a fist, and groan–insatiable in the midst of sumptuous torture. Enduring, I savored the slow as well as the fast because it was still deep.
Her fragrance was a trifecta. A hint of vanilla met with a dash of smoky cashmere. Close behind came the subtle and earthy breath of creamy sandalwood. Finally, that aroma gave way to a delicate saccharine finish I couldn’t quite place.
My toes curled and uncurled, reveling in softness where they lay planted in the fluffy rug running from underneath the couch. A breeze flurried the curtains by the open window but did nothing to cool the rising ardor. Our chests heaved to create a titillating friction and found cloth instead. It was maddening. I wished to burn the sweater that stole those pebbled nipples to cloister.
Unrestrained eagerness tainted the air with lust. I knew ecstasy when the tip of my tongue was caught between naughty lips and swiftly released. The urge to play battled the need to take but found no clear winner so we drowned together in the pleasure of it all. They were juicy, those lips, as they writhed wetly against mine. I trespassed to their depths, flicking my tongue to taste what I imagined to be ambrosia.The idea of parting, for air or anything else, felt distant, even particularly absurd.
She was rightfully mine if I was ever meant to possess anyone on this earth. My hand snaked through coiling tendrils to grasp at the tender skin on the back of her neck. I lingered there in ecstatic wonder for a few moments, cradling her head before my fingers slipped forward to nip her ear. I released my hold on her left hand to wrap my arm around that supple waist and pull her further into me, as though it were possible.
Intentions changed. Those ears, rounded at the top and malleable between my fingers, demanded my attention. Our lips parted with a hot, gasping pop and I struck. Her soft pierced lobe depressed under the bite of my teeth and she was, all at once, boneless in my lap. Her sudden docility appealed to something savage buried within me.
Longing felt like greed when my thoughts slinked to the depths of prurience and I was a happy glutton. Smoothing my fingers down the curves of her body, I found her clothes weren’t an obstacle; too thin to contain the heat from her skin nor the caving of her trembling flesh under the force of my palm. When I grasped at her ass cheeks, she moaned into my ear. I heard her whisper something under her breath but I ignored it to wonder at its recoil within the confines of her jeans. I lifted my hand quickly and caught her sharp inhale of anticipation right before it flowed into an erotic, slightly pained moan. I drew my hand back again and brought it down as hard as I could so she’d make it even louder. I couldn’t believe how she whimpered.
She was clutching desperately at the maroon fabric of my shirt, a hand at my right shoulder, until I seized it. The squeeze of my thumb forced the digits to crimp around it and I insisted them downward to cup at the bulge raging to escape from my zippered khakis, “You like that?”
She did.
Her back arched into me as though to offer herself up for worship. I pressed my lips to the corner of her jaw, then my nose. I inhaled appreciatively and sighed on exhalation. She shuddered like a kitten in the cold so I swaddled her even tighter with my arms. “You’re going to have it all,” I whispered near her ear.
Pressed up so tight, her silken thighs bloomed nice and thick against my hips. I rubbed my cheek against hers again and again when I noticed they tightened every time I brushed her with my beard. I knew she was wet, the way she panted for me. She’d be soaked if she were on her knees. My hands made a move to tug the waistband of her jeans just as the doorbell rang.
Our six minutes of heaven were up.
**I’m looking for feedback to improve my writing, thanks!**
**Written for my love M 😍😍💦💦, the only one who stimulates me to write like this**
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