I approach the bed, slowly pulling off her jeans, and pulling her towards the end of the bed by her thighs. I kneel down on the carpet and lean over her, lightly brushing her clit with my lips; I gently bite her just above the waistband of her panties, as she arches her back, pushing against my face.
I slide her panties off and run my hands up her legs, making my way up her inner thighs with kisses. She laces her hand through my hair and pulls me towards her.
My fear is pushed aside by my desire to feel her, that longing for intimacy killing my demons one by one with its bare hands.
My fingers gently stroke her pussy. As soon as my tongue reaches her skin, I lose my mind.
Everything. I have to take everything.
I slip my tongue slowly inside her, alert to her every movement. Christine watches at me. She wants to do it, too. She wants the same contact, the same intimacy.
She wants to take everything, just as much as I do.
I plunge into her, consumed by passion. I’m already addicted to the taste of her, taking away everything bad within me.
I softly bite down on her swollen clit, before sucking on it, almost making her scream.
Being so close to her, being so ready for this all-consuming intimacy, is making my legs tremble in anticipation. I touch her, sliding my hands along her stomach, feeling her vibrate under my touch.
There’s no hesitation, no pain, no fear: just a longing to have everything she can give me.
With my fingers, I trace her clit, before sliding them inside her. Christine moves under my touch, victim to my invasion, my desire. I devour her, tormenting her with my teeth and with my tongue, giving in completely to the heat flaring up within me.
My fingers slide deeper inside her, making her cry out with pleasure. I throw her legs over my shoulders and drive her crazy, suffocating with my own desire to have her, just for me.
I don’t stop torturing her, sucking her clitoris as I slide in and out with my fingers, again and again, pushing her to the limit; I want to see her shudder, overwhelmed by me and everything I can give her.
Her taste explodes into my mouth, her moans drowning out every thought in my mind. My dick pulses against my jeans, waiting anxiously to delve inside her.
The orgasm that ripples through her makes its way into my body, like a chain reaction. Christine tries to muffle her groans, pulling the covers over her face, and, before she can come back down to Earth, I jump quickly over her, kissing her furiously. I understand what it’s done to me, seeing her like that; my only option is to transfer it directly back to her.
I surround her body with mine, speaking to her through my gestures, caresses, kisses, before we join together once again.
Her hands slide along my back, my arms, my shoulders; her taste is still on my lips and in my head; her breath takes away my own.
Just one taste, one touch, and I’m gone: disappeared, floating away.
I’m lost. For her.
I’m hers.
Not anyone else’s.
