But, it was my realization of this that changed everything for me. I had just spoken the words so innocently, and I tried to defuse the bomb I had set. I tried to cut the fuse, everything, but I had wedged this pipe bomb so thoroughly under the status quo that there was nothing to stop it now. The world sank around us, dark and quiet. I knew from looking at her that the simple, artless words had shaken her to the core.
I desire you.
Her eyes were shuffling, she was trembling. She was unsure. I knew this much: I knew she wanted me, but she was afraid of trusting herself. I reached out, touching her face, it was warm, she was shaking. She looked at me. The air was heavy. My lungs were straining to pump the thick ether. I kissed her.
Touch is a strange thing. There is a difference between someone you fuck, and a lover. The touch of a lover, well, you know it. You know by the red tendrils of sensation that wind through your nerves at the simplest brush. The action is produces so much more reaction.
The kiss was light, the lightest. Our lips barely touched, but they parted together as if fused. Our tongues slid past each other, that first carress. It was sheer heaven. This kiss, by itself, would have been so immensely satisying. The slow motions, the turn of heads, the opening of our bodies, the almost syrupy. The intmacy is intoxicating, suffocating. My knees go weak, and I sink to the floor.
I am dimly aware of you sinking down as well. Words have become so superfluous now. We are linking, moving as one. I feel my jeans opening, independent of my actions. Suddenly I feel cool air wafting on my cock, which has sprung t... Læs hele novellen
