Words of Erotica

Dazed

My head was spinning. It moved on its own accord, watching him walk around the kitchen and lick the Nutella off his fingers. I wanted so badly to reach out and suck the soul out of him, to fuck him until theres nothing in his brains. Everything he did now was inviting.

Instead I just sat there, watching this bastard have his way with his own body. It was mine. I wanted it.

I wanted to bite him. He didn't react to my sex crazed eyes or even seem to acknowledge my breath pattering, but he knew exactly what he was doing to me. I could've sworn he had a camera in my head, watching me undress him and slather him with my tongue. He was enjoying it. His smile said it all, but his eyes challenged me to say it out loud.

I wasn't going to say it. Two can play that game. I swiped a finger inside his jar of Nutella and smeared it over his jaw. His eyes widened just for a split second, and I licked the remnants of the chocolate from my finger. He didn't bother to wipe off the chocolate from his jaw, and I didn't bother looking at anything but his eyes.

Intoxication. I couldn't feel my body anymore. I was so deeply intoxicated by him, by his gaze, eyes, eyelashes, nose, mouth, chin, jaw, ears, and his sweet, honeyed skin. Every inch of him was out there, waiting for me to bite. I could imagine sinking my lips right above his clavicle, and litter sloppy love bites all over him. Lust dripped from my eyes, it radiated off me so wildly, I was sure it was enough to scare away anybody who wasn't Jatin.

Maybe I surprised him, but I sure as hell didn't scare him. It was so refreshing to find someone who matches my energy. He had the same look in his eyes. Sexually deranged. Daring me to get closer.

I did. He didn't step back.

He put his arm around my waist and jerked me even closer. Hips to hips, navel to navel, torso to breasts, but I kept my head a mere inch away from his. My entire body, every nerve I could feel was screaming his name out.

Control.

I held his gaze, steadily, intently, and looked him right in the eyes. Ever so gently, I reached closer to his jaw and captured the defined edge of it with my lips. The hiss of breath I drew from him was like music to my ears. I giggled and continued to take the chocolate off his jaw, sucking, licking, gnawing at his deliciously soft skin.

His fingers tightened around my waist, as if resisting the urge to rip my pants off. I felt his soul leave his body when I raked my fingers through his hair, gripping the strands as my tongue travelled to his ear. This was just a small part of what I wanted to do to him. I bit his earlobe, drawingore shuddering breaths from him. I loved making him react this way, and I love knowing that only I could do this to him. He put his other hand around my waist too, and led me into a very slow body roll.

Fuck control.

I loved it. My brain left my head, and all I felt up there were clouds of desires, fogs of lust. I felt like I was floating. I felt like I was off the ground, that there was nothing that held me and every carnal desire I had was being set free. Free from silly things like doubt and reservedness. I looked down to see that my feet really were off the ground, and my legs were snaked around his waist. It didn't matter when that happened, in fact it turned me on knowing that the only thing cushioning my butt were his hands.

"Jatin!" I squealed when he pinched my ass. He laughed.

My heart leaped out of my chest and right into his at that moment. It made me desperately tug him, get closer, to become one with him. If my neck grew any hotter, and if my breath got any lighter, I knew it was enough to melt our bodies together and spontaneously amalgamate. It made no fucking sense, but in that moment, I knew what I wanted. I wanted to be his.