We’re lying together on the couch, tv volume turned down low and conversation is flowing. It’s simple moments like this that make me the happiest. I’m resting on your side, your hand absentmindedly stroking my skin under my shirt; your touch electrifies me to the point where my heart skips a beat. I’m running my hand lightly all over you, exploring the contours and curves that make you who you are. As it travels lower, you tense slightly, anticipating my next movement. My hand finds your most intimate part; I can feel myself getting hotter when I discover that it’s already ready for me, ready for me to take you in and give you my most vulnerable and free state. I immediately roll onto you, kiss you, slowly at first and then faster with raw, pent up hunger. I’ve craved your taste for too long; I need you, all of you.
Author: rebzster
Her
In the dim light of your room, you gaze at her, mesmerized by her smile, the way her dark brown eyes crinkle into crescent moons when she laughs. As she composes herself, she diverts her attention to your mouth, and lightly traces it with her fingertips as she bites her lip. Her touch alone electrifies you, and you shift your body closer to hers as you lay facing each other. Without thinking, you find your hand leaving the curve of her waist to the crook of her elbow, slowly traveling to where her fingers rest on your cheek, and gently kiss the palm of her hand. Her mouth opens slightly, aroused by this simple act, and finally musters the courage to look into your eyes.
God, she’s beautiful, you say to yourself.
In one swift motion, you’re on top of her, gently grasping her soft hair, her hands cupping either side of your waist. When you lean down to kiss her, you’re overwhelmed by the way she tastes, how her tongue moves in sync with yours. Gasping together, your bodies already move as one.