Crash Into Me - One Shot

Short Story

“Crash Into me”

Inspired by Dave Matthews Band

            Winter chills are the reason two people come close and create warmth. Skin touching causes friction and stimulates a shock down one’s body slowly, but sharply. The lips are the most susceptible; the most receptive to the feeling of touch. The fingers are to gather information on the texture of the other’s purely naked body. The brain has such little time to sort these sensations and reacts in an electrifying way sending shivers all along where the body is being interacted with. Taste works alongside the mind, but also creates the appetite to indulge the other’s sweetness. I realized his body movement was fidgety when I approached him and gave him the sensation of touch. This individual had never experienced the “Crash into me” effect. At first, I was misunderstood at his situation. As time grew, I felt the warm presence and tense knots in the stomach as if I had never experienced myself. I was this skilled human-being knowing how it felt to participate in the effect, while he was a blind man searching for that specific woman to share the intimacy with.

            When I had the opportunity to be in physical contact with him, my own body movements were confident but then became weak after viewing his grin connected with his eye contact. In my mature mind, I wanted him to ravage me. Personally, his hands and fingers contoured his body the most and was the noticeable quality. After having my mind wander on the sensation of his hands warming my body, I felt as if my hands were magnetized to his neck and pulled him into the level of my lips. That was when the fire burned the brightest, pouring more fuel onto it as each kiss was produced.

            The relaxed sigh came swiftly from his mouth and the warm breeze enlightened my skin to come out of its shell. The lust was too sensual to not shake. The toned muscles in his arms were visible when he picked me up to place me on the soft mattress. As I was laid down, his body rested on mine; however, his ambitions were still running. The fingers I had fantasized about were finally interacting with my skin, letting him wander just as I was earlier in my mind. The soft receptive lips were recognizing my lips, then my neck, and eventually downward to my chest. Quickly, I paused and switched who was in charge; he lay on his back and held my hips close. His eyes were so eager to see me, but fear was behind them. I could almost feel his anxiousness. Our hands crossed and my strength overpowered his hands to be pinned above his head. At this moment, I wanted to taste the lips I had been coming in contact with. Gently, I bit his bottom lip and having the chance to use the tip of my tongue to an advantage. In all honesty, I peaked at the sensations he was feeling when the tough got tougher. I had felt the pressure rising from his figure; it was now stiff enough for me to feel. Smiling, I gave him the reassuring lustful glimpse.

But then I remembered how he had never had this lifelong experience. With my legs wrapped around his lower body, I straightened up while still remaining to have dominance on him. “Are you sure?”

He gave his mind some time to think about what was going to happen. He closed his eyes and let out another relaxing sigh. His ambition had seized, and he was not holding my hips any longer. Finally, he slowly opened his eyes. “Let’s do this.”

After that moment, I could say that all the anxiety had fluttered away. The fire was now beginning to spread to different parts of the other’s body. Our clothes had decided to make a home on the floor instead of on our bodies. I tried my best to help his tense body relax in every way. While remaining on top, I placed a trail of kisses from his chest to his stomach and lower. My hair followed and gave him a sweeping feeling down his body. Once I arrived to the main destination, I decided to place a firm grip on him. Playfully, I looked up at him waiting for his acceptance. Once the eye contact had been reached, I was once again using my taste sensation to pleasure him and satisfy my curiosity. Imitating the in-out motion, I kept an eye on his reactions.