raininjuarez: A drink or two in, at the hotel bar, I pull her down a darkened hallA drink or two lic
raininjuarez: A drink or two in, at the hotel bar, I pull her down a darkened hallA drink or two licking at her senses already.I press against her, my arms round her waist, pulling her inMy lips at her neck, my fingers at her hemA laugh.A contented sighIt feels good – all of it. It feels right. Being touched.Then a finger insideA whimper is my prizeFingers slip in, fingers curl upAnd strokeSlick and easy, the warm, wet slide.She breathes deeply.Her eyes close.She teeters a bit, uneasy on her heelsShe rocks slightly, finding the rhythm of my fingers.First, I am slowExploratory strokingFirst I am playful, turning purposefulShe presses down with her hips onto my handHer skin flushesHer head falls, hard, onto my shoulder, her hands clutch at my suitShe’s unsteady.Gravity is irrelevant to her nowOnly one thing matters to her now, and it is inside her, beating inside her, fighting to get out.“It’s mine,” I say.“I want it,” I say.“Let it go,” I say.“Give it to me now,” I say.She cries into my pinstripesA wordless cry, eloquent and urgentShe shudders, she convulsesHer breathing haltsHer muscles seize, head to toe. She collapses into my arms.And, gradually, the sounds of the bar return to us[Please do not remove the text from this post. Thank you] -- source link