***”Alright, I’m going to go work out.”***
I glance up from–I no longer recall. The sight of you has already chased other thoughts from my mind. Gray sweats, a tightly supportive top that leaves your midriff bare, and your smile. That smile.
“Oh, are you now?”
I stand, eyes locked to yours, unblinking as I cross the room to you. Your smile falters, in the best way, and as your hand floats up to rest just below your neck, I know you know what I’m thinking. What I’m wanting.
“Y-yes.”
“Mmm.”
Eyes still locked on yours, I reach out to catch the front waistband of your sweats. I can feel the bare skin of your lower stomach on the backs of my fingers, warm, enticing, as I pull you to me. My mouth is moments from yours as I hold you in my grip, my gaze: a heated stare that takes you in. Our kiss is a breath away. My heart beats faster, blood rushing through my body that was already stirring from the sight of you. I can see, and feel, your own breath growing just a little more ragged.
Then, just as our lips touch, the briefest kiss–and I pull back, teasing, making you wait. Before you can pout, my hands are on your hips, lifting you up to set you down on the edge of a dresser. Can you see the fire behind my eyes, growing? Or do you only feel the slow rake of my nails across your stomach, teasing you with sensation?
In a moment, I shift, catching your wrists, pushing them behind your back. I’m closer now, my hips pressing between your bent legs, spreading your thighs as you sit on that dresser. You’re caught, and I know you too well to know you don’t love it that way.
But it’s not enough. Not yet.
I push your wrists back further, pressing them into the small of your back and upward so your back arches. My chest firm on yours, I clench your wrists tighter, a demonstration of strength to flash you with pain of being held in that position… But only because I know you crave it. Before you can finish gasping, our mouths meet: a hungry kiss of eager mouths, devouring between ragged breaths. The taste of your moans fill my senses, set my blood pounding faster…
But it’s still not enough.
Our kiss breaks with a growl of effort from my lips as I force myself to pull away, to leave us both gasping, wanting. My hands remain as shackles on your wrists as I move lower toward what set me off in the first place: your luscious midriff. A nip aside your navel heralds my mouth’s arrival, quick, sharp, but then soothed by a warm kiss of breath. Unable to hold in my moan, I let you feel it across your skin, sweeping from left to right, followed by the heat of my kisses and brush of my goatee.
I want to play here, explore here, tasting you, teasing your tummy, finding the places that make you quiver, the spots you want to be licked, nibbled, kissed, bitten. The ways to make your thighs tighten and send ripples up through your core. I want to roll your mind with my eager mouth, show you how fucking much you’re wanted, and strip you bare before my mouth finds lower places, tighter places, wetter places to play…
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/qobggy/inspired_to_taste_mf