Two Years Ago: Desire

Another command that sense demands that I obey. But I shook my head, hair tumbling over my shoulders. My hands curled tightly around the arms of the chair. I couldn’t tell him to stop, not even if a herd of wild horses broke through the wall. Part of me was relieved that I had some will to refuse his request, even if it was entirely selfish reasons.

The storm has stopped outside, and all I can hear is the crackling of the fire as it roars beside us, and my frantic breath, mingled with his. He holds my gaze, grey eyes mercurial and shifting in the light. He dips his head again, pressing his lips to my slit. I gasp, a small squeak escaping my lips.

His grip intensifies on my legs, holding me in place as his mouth begins to move. It’s a strange sensation that grips me. It sparks in my core, my folds aching with need as he caresses them with his lips. I hold back my moan as the little shocks of lightning spread upwards through my body. Every place he touches, my thighs, the knees around his shoulders is heightened. I’m hyper aware of his scent, the sound of his lips against my slick entrance. The little sounds of suction and his grunt of pleasure as my body responds.

The lightning sets my body alight. Flames wash over my skin, I’m burning up, and grab at the blankets that cover me, throwing them aside. I’m naked and I couldn’t care less. I feel like a goddess, worshipped before the fire as the heat consumes me. All encompassing before he suckles at the bud of my desire I squirm. Attention sharply focused as he grips me, holding me in place.

I’m arched as a wave hits me, building from where he lavishes attention upon my form. My head tilted back, chin lifted. My throat exposed as my fingers grip the wooden arms. Nails scratching the surface as I strain. Moment by moment the intensity swells, my lips part, sound less as I stare at the ceiling.

‘Breathe,’ he draws back enough to give the command and I struggle to follow his demand. I can’t think beyond the sensation between my legs as he brushes me with the back of my hand and I struggle to suck in another breathe, gasping as the waves crash around me. I’m left shivering, unsatisfied in the change of his movements.

Wordless, I look down at him as he extends his fingers and brushes me. His hands come away slick and he licks the tip of his finger delicately. I can’t explain where I’m standing, somewhere between despair and desire. Whatever was happening, I’m not…I don’t want to finish yet. I don’t want him to stop. But I’m enthralled by him once more. Watching as he leans to the side, parking the swollen petals of my womanhood with a deft hand. I feel puffy, labia twitching as he strokes me with his middle finger, then pressed gently to entrance.

I grab hold of my mouth, holding back my cry as the wave of intensity hits me again. So strong that hurts. He watches me face, his own eyes still lidded as he probes gently and eases his finger within. Am I no longer a virgin? I find myself pushing my hips forward. The unusual sensation of something within, drawing me further into this madness. I want it all. Whatever comes next, I want it.

I can feel my walls, gripping the digit, squeezing it before lightning sparks again. He drew me to the brink and left me there, and now, easing his finger back and forth, I can feel the energy building again. But faster this time. I’m a mess, wanton and entirely decadent as he bends and suckles at my bud once more. His free hand stroking up and down my calve, curling around my knee and inching up my thigh to grip my hip.

It’s too much, there are too many places that he’s touching me and I can’ keep track of all the delicious spots that his touch torments. I’m glowing, shining that strange blue in the fire light and I close my eyes. Unwilling to think beyond the sensation stroked within. It comes in a harder crash than before. Sweet ecstasy rising up through my body. I shudder, crying out as my head tilts back on the chair.

Waves of it pour over my body from my head down, like liquid poured in the bath. I feel like molten gold, hot and supple as the waves subsided. Thade wrapped his arms around me, pulling me down onto his lap. The warmth of the flames burns my scorched skin, but I’m limp against him, breath shuttering. My body makes small jumps as I bury my head against his shoulder.

He strokes my hair, lips pressed against my temple as he holds me tight.

I can feel the press of his erection against my thigh and I nudge his cheek with my nose. He’s not satisfied. He hasn’t claimed me and I can’t help but feel disappointed by that. I want him. Even now I’m sure that I could rally, that I could demand what my soul is crying for. For him to claim me. I try to speak, the words are mumbled and he holds me tighter. I’ve never been so comfortable as wrapped in his arms, sat before the fire. My eyes are heavy, body spent and as much as I fight it. Sleep claims me.