its my story... revisited.. heh.. *grin* changed acouple things..
Just looking at her, watching her from across the room. He knew what he wanted to do to her. He knew how he wanted her and everything he wanted her to do to him. Why was it that he felt like this about her? It wasn’t love, that’s for sure… but it also wasn’t lust. He wanted to be with her in every way possible. She glanced up at him, looking over her book. She smiled. It was a smile that made his heart melt every time he saw it. What was it that made him feel like this? He was excited and scared. Happy and uneasy… being around her made him feel something he hadn’t felt before.
She creased the top corner of the page, marking her place. Folding the book closed, she sat it down on the arm of the chair she was setting in. looked up at him once again. Those eyes, that look. It made him want to scream out. Why? How could she make him feel like this? It was a feeling he couldn’t even start to understand. She motioned for him to come over to her. He grinned back at her, shook his head no. “nah, I like this bed just fine.” He was half sitting, half laying down. It was a very comfortable bed… with all the pillows she had, it turned out to be more like a couch than anything. She sat there for a moment, let out a slight laugh. She stood up, rather quickly. It was more of a bounce actually. She bounced out of her chair… ran up to the bed and jumped across his lap. her legs were spread across his, she was sitting next to him her back pinned his arm to the pillows. And her butt pinned his hand to the bed. His arm was in a very uncomfortable position. She didn’t even realize she had sat on his hand untill he started to pull it out. At which point she jumped up again. She had a shocked look on her face that soon turned to a playful grin. “Did you just grab my ass?” she said. “Hey now, you were the one you sat on it!” he replied.
She leaned over closer to his face. supporting her weight with her right arm, she placed her left hand on his chest. His heartbeat raced. She raised her hand and touched his chin with her fingertips, pulling his face closer to hers. In the same bouncy motion as before, she quickly landed a peck of a kiss on his nose, pulled away, winked at him, got up from the bed and said “I’ll be back in a second.” Before he knew just what had happened she walked through the door and closed it behind her. She always liked to tease him like this… “She’s always playing games.” He thought. “I wonder what she’s doing.” He stood up, and not a moment later she walked back in the room. “I didn’t tell you, you could get up.” She walked back over to him. placed her hand back on his chest and shoved him back down to the bed. This was a change of pace. He had always been the dominate one in the relationship. He liked this, somehow this seemed… fun. Its what he really wanted. For someone else to take control for a while. He fell down to the bed with a small thud. After a small bounce, she soon followed, but not with a jump. This time she climbed on top of him. She straddled his legs with hers, he could feel the warmth of her legs through his pants. She grabbed his wrists and pinned them down above his head.
If he really wanted to, he could have over powered her. but why would he ruin a perfectly good thing like this? He loved it when she was in this mood, playful and horny. She leaned over and put her lips on his. Her lips were soft, soft and warm. He spread his open letting in her tongue; he wanted every part of her. He couldn’t seem to get close enough. The kiss started out soft… but soon, they were both exploring each other’s mouths with their tongues. Pressing their lips into one another’s. Harder they kissed.
Her hold on his hands let loose as she moved her arms down to support her self. Her elbows resting besides his head, her hands in his hair. This… this is what he wanted from her. For her to kiss him like she really meant it. His hands moved from above his head. His right hand fell on her hip, his fingers sprawled over her back. The other hand landed on the back of her neck. His fingers moved through her hair, that long, dark blonde hair. It was just one of the many things that made her so beautiful. Her hair, her eyes, those beautiful eyes, those lips that he wanted so badly to feel on his body, her skin was so soft, so smooth. His hand moved up the back of her shirt. The span of his hand reached across her back. His arm ran parallel with her spine. Closer, he held on tighter, he couldn’t. No, he wouldn’t let her go. His heart raced, he could feel her heart beat with the hand on her back.
She pulled away, standing on her knees above him. She pulled her shirt off over her head. Her body was amazing; every curve was perfect. She wasn’t skinny, nor was she fat. She was the perfect medium of the two. She was perfection. He reached for her belt, it came off with ease, undid the top button. She leaned back over onto him. His hand was still under her, as she came back close to him. He could feel the warmth from her crotch on his hand, he rubbed her though her pants. She let out a soft moan. He teased her a little more before slowly pulling his hand out from between their bodies. She looked at him. She wasn’t smiling, but there was a smile in her eyes.
He sat up. Holding onto her with both arms, pulling her close, he put his face on her left shoulder, nestled his face into her neck. He felt her skin with his lips, tasted her flesh with his tongue; he ran his teeth over her shoulder. Her hands soon reached under his shirt, her fingers nails scratched across his back. She pulled off his shirt, threw it over her head and took her hands back to his skin. Her skin tasted slightly sweet. He couldn’t quite place his finger on it, perhaps vanilla? The feeling of her skin was more what he wanted to focus on. Her eyes closed and she bit her lip. They both loved he feeling of their lips being pulled while kissing. The feeling of teeth on their skin. It was perfect. Biting and scratching… it was somehow animalistic. But oh god it felt so good.
One of his hands held on to the base of her neck, his finger tips stretched just along the back of her head, touching the line of her hair. Her fingers dug into his back, she broke skin. A small line of blood formed under her hands. He cringed at this pain. Grabbing a handful of her hair, as if to brace him self. His fingers wrapped them selves around her hair. He pulled slightly; her head followed his hands. Yet again her fingernails ran across his shoulders, and yet again she drew blood. There was more this time. The blood pooled in the wound she had created. Then dripped down his back. It fell like a raindrop on to her wrist. Was it pain? Was it pleasure? The line was so thin; it was both.
He held his breath as if to hold in this scream of pleasure, this moan of pain. She scratched harder. She could sense he was holding back; she couldn’t have him holding back. His fingers roamed though her hair. He grabbed more, pulled harder. She wouldn’t cry out before he did. Not this time. She wanted him to be the one to give in first. Her hands rose over his shoulders. Fingers resting just bellow his neck. She ran her fingers across his skin, slowing pushing them harder into his neck. He couldn’t hold it back any more. His mouth opened as he let out a small, short yet powerful moan. Her hold on him loosened, she let him fall back. She waited for his eyes to open with a grin on her face. He looked up at her, a smirk appeared on his face. “It’s my turn now.” He said.
His hand started to wonder back down to her waist. This time his hand went down her pants. She was wet, and warm. So very very warm. He teased her lips with his fingers, moving them along the outside of her we hole; the base of his palm rubbed her clit. She let out another moan, this time louder and stronger. Two of his fingers went inside of her. Her breathing got heavier and she arched her back. Her fingernails once again dug into his spine. But he was too focused on her to notice. She pulled at his skin with her claws; She was a cat, and he was her scratching post…
This combination couldn’t have been more perfect, she loved receiving pleasure and giving pain, he loved giving pleasure and receiving pain.
His free hand pulled her close; he wanted to be inside her. He explored her insides with his fingers. It seemed as if he could control her every movement with his fingers. If he pressed down, she would rock closer. If he moved his fingers higher she would make the sweetest noises. Her moans made him crazy. He was controlling her movements, and yet she still had complete power over him. His hands moved faster up and down, in and out. It was ecstasy in motion.
Her breathing became short and fast. The noises, the moans she was making became lauder. And then there was silence. The expression on her face said it all. It was pure bliss. To give someone this kind of pleasure, that was how he felt alive. At this moment he felt more alive than ever before.