Short Tale (not poetry)

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I want you. I drag you into my room, shutting the door a little too harshly behind us. My mom is gone, but we're here. Together at last and alone. I can't help myself as I pull you into me for a long and hard kiss. I run my finger through your hair and pull at the ends, causing you to groan into my mouth. Once I have entrance, my tongue enters your mouth with out warning. You don't pull back, you pull me closer to you and move you hands to my butt. Slipping your thumbs into my waistline, tempting me. I pull away and push you on to my bed. I climb on top of you and take off your shirt. Your body is beautiful and perfect. Very sexy. I grab both of your wrists with one hand and pin them above your head. My right hand grasps your neck, squeezing slightly but not hard. I kiss you passionately. This moment is full of lust and need. I unhook your bra quickly and begin my work on your breasts. You can't seem to take it anymore and flip us over, you're on top of me now. You have me pinned down by my elbows as you bite down hard on the nape of my neck, earning a moan from me. I feel my insides tightening as you suck and nip at my neck, leaving marks where your lips have been. You remove my button down shirt slowly revealing my maroon bra and my cleavage. I've never seen this side of you, so sexual, so dominant. You've haven't seen this side of me either as I grasp the hem of your shorts. You realize what I want and you lay back. I undo the button and the zipper, catching sight of your blue underwear. I pull down your jean shorts with little struggle and kiss down your body. I trail hickeys and bite marks down your stomach until I reach your hips. I nip at the inside of your thighs and your hips buck in pleasure. This is nothing. You haven't felt the pleasure I'm about to give you. I look up in your eyes, knowing mine are growing darker with lust and want. My heart is beating and my breathing is getting heavy, I need you. I need to taste you on my tongue and make you moan my name. With that, I pull down your underwear and you laid back, imagining what's about to happen.

To be continued...😏😜

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