Sunday, 25 November 2007

pain uneased

She bent down. The hint of a black g string. A tattoo in the small of her back he had no idea what it was of. Just those hints and he pressed himself against her, his jeans providing no modesty for his hard cock. His hands slipped down the curves of her waist, caressing her, reaching around the front for the buckle of her belt. He reached for the soft skin between her jeans and her top, the sexy hint of skin between that and her belly button. Her black top stretched over fabulous tits, the nape of her nape. He put his lips there and she turned to him at that moment, open mouth where her tongue waited for him, keen, eager, moist. He wanted to linger there, but also wanted his hands to take time, one hand squeezing her fabulous arse, the other fondling her breasts, then easing his fingers down, beyond the jeans into the elastic of the gstring, to flesh. The dip of her arse, he was fit to explode. She pulled away, looking wild and triumphant. She wriggled out of her jeans and top to reveal a black lacy bra, gstring apparent. He took off his shirt, and his cock sprung through the fly of his boxers as she lay back on the bed. Where did he want to start? At the ass and all that has to offer? Work from top to bottom, left to right? Kneeling over her he leant down to suck her nipples and moved down further to find her so utterly wet and ready. He pushed her open, and eased his cock ready to plunge deep inside her, just waiting to torture her with the feel of his cock pushed up against her first. Then the exquisit sensation he'd prolonged, was so intense that it registered on his and her face as pleasure and pain all at once. She told him to fuck harder. He cried out as did she. Months of build up for her, and it was over in a flurry of spurts and groans. Her face was scrunched up, not willing herself to look. It wasnt his face she wanted to see. When her heartbeat became regular she entangled herself and went to the bathroom, turned on the shower til the water became too piercing to bear and silently wept.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

nice...

Blissfully Wed said...

Very nicely written. Imagining you makes it all that much sexier.

Melissa said...

Thanks. All purely fictional of course. Had read a passage in a book where a woman loses her love and then tries to lose herself in a string of one night stands but doesnt feel better - only worse. This was my take on it.

max said...

whoa. powerful.

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