FOREPLAY
Can I lose it with you? We're kissing, hard, your tongue sliding
around in my mouth, sucking on my lips.
I'm biting at you, nipping and sucking.
Your mouth is hot and wet, sweet with your spit and desire. I start moaning and thrusting my hips at
you. You grab my ass and pull me in
closer. I wrap one leg around your hips
and keep pumping against your jeans. I'm
losing it ‑ I'm clutching at your hair, biting at your neck and ears. Will you let me go where I need to go? Or will you stop me with a "Hey, that
hurts."? I suck your skin into my
mouth, harder and harder. I have to know
‑ will you stay with me, let me ride this heat until I can come? Or will you chicken out before the sheer
force of my need? Or maybe I'll chicken
out before you get where you need to be?
It's obvious this is not going to be some sweet, gentle session of
lovemaking ‑ we both want it too much.
You're biting my shoulder, ripping at my
buttons. We fall against the wall,
thumping our bodies hard into each other.
You pull my hair, forcing my head back, not letting me escape your
clever sharp mouth. I feel my lips
swell, my pussy growing slick with need.
I rub harder against you. You
bite harder, and grab my breast. You
squeeze, and push, and pinch. I squeal,
and I can feel my clit expand, my hood retracting. I rip your shirt, and grab your nipples,
hard. I try to bend my head to bite
them, but you still are holding my hair.
I groan protestingly, and you grin.
"You want something?" you tease me. I growl and twist your nipples.
"Give it up, give it to me," I
snarl.
"No." You twist us, slamming me up against the
wall. You catch my hands with your one
free hand and force them up under my chin.
You work your crotch into my spread legs. I rub against your erection. "No," you repeat, "you give it
to me. I'm not losing anything until you
do. I'm going to be here a nice long
time."
You pull my hair harder,
bumping my head into the wall. I barely
feel it. You're kissing me again, not
letting me take over. I struggle, loving
the feeling. I adore it ‑ I can let go,
lose control, take what I need and so can you.
We're feeding off of each other's slipping control. Forced into taking what I need, instead of
using the easy way out ‑ yeah, I've been wanting this for a long, long
time. Your hunger is just as greedy as
mine ‑ you want a shivering, responsive partner ‑ not just one going through
the motions.
You bite my neck, hard. I scream, my voice running up the scale of pleasure
and excitement. I buck my hips against
you. We're dryfucking, faster and
faster. We're moving fast and sloppy
now, demanding as much sensation as we can milk out of each other. I'm struggling to free my hands, wanting to
rip your shirt to shreds, to feel your skin and mark you with my nails. You force me back down. I refuse to relax and
let you move me as you would. You bite
my cheek, my jaw. I snarl again,
snapping my jaws at you, trying to bite back.
You still have my hair in a fierce grip ‑ I'm not allowed to reach
you. I finally free a hand and I grab
your hair, the long toffee colored strands tangling in my fingers. I drag your head closer to mine. Who gets to top?
"Yeah, come on, give it to me,"
I whisper. "I wanna fuck you."
Your
lips peel back from your teeth.
"Maybe I wanna fuck you,"
you hiss. "Yeah, you're
gonna be mine tonight."
I freeze and lick my lips. The idea of you doing that to me delights
me. I shudder and my hidden lips spread
wider. My tongue snakes out, trying to
touch yours. You see my eyes soften and
feel my body start to strain towards you instead of away. You give my hair a yank. "You gonna give it up that easy?"
you growl. "I thought you were
gonna fuck me?" Your lips curl in a
sneer.
My
hand tightens up in your hair. I yank
you away from me. My lips curl right
back. "I ain't giving anything away
‑ what you want, you're gonna have to take."
You grin wickedly. I grin back.
I know what's in store for me.
Tell me your favorite kiss!
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