Words of Erotica

Anticipation

I can remember every time this man has held me this way. Hot breath against the nape of my neck. Soft lips only brushing against my shoulder. I could only take in a shaky breath and swallow my scream. My mouth felt so dry, and I knew exactly what it needed. It was so close but so far away.

He pushed my hair out of the way and tightened his grip around my waist. It's as if my hips had a mind of their own, grinding against his with that simple touch. With his other hand, he pushed my chin up to make me meet his eyes.

I wanted more. I leaned forward, but his stern hand kept my face exactly where he wanted it to be. The only temporary satisfaction I could give myself was wetting my own lips, wondering how long it'd take for him to let me meet his.

Another shaky breath. I looked up from his lips to his eyes. He leaned in then, frustratingly slowly, and stopped just an inch away from my mouth. I couldn't take his teasing. I just had to pull him closer and kiss him.

Heaven. He moves like he's riding the sun down to the sunset when he kisses me. My hands moved from the back of his neck to his jaw, feeling the smooth rhythm against my mouth. Oh, the song of sweetness. Absolutely delicious.

I didn't even notice when he wrapped my legs around his waist, and I didn't care. I was so willing to give this man everything he wanted. I'd fall right into his arms if it weren't for the wall against my back that propped me up. He brushed his fingers over my chin, and when they got close to my lips, I took his pinky into my mouth.

His surprise made me laugh, but I didn't leave his finger. I wet his entire pinky with my tongue, and started to suck on it. With the way he watched me, I knew exactly what he was imagining. I didn't stop. There's no way I could stop without tempting him to do what I want him to do. Just when he was going into a daze, I pulled his finger out of my mouth, being absolutely shameless with the noises I made.

He looked hypnotised as he carried me in his arms. It seemed as if my lips moved on their own, capturing him in a deep kiss. I swiped my tongue over his bottom lip, moaning at the joy of his mouth opening just enough for my tongue to take over.

I thought I heard a low growl, almost animalistic, but my senses were flooded by the adrenaline his kiss brought me. He pushed me off, and pinned both my wrists against the side of my head on the pillow. From underneath him, I could see his entire body. The way the muscles on his back flex when he leans closer drove me mad. Anybody could see the lust dancing in my eyes. Oh wow, he is so hot.

His knees were in between mine, as if my legs were only allowed to be spread apart. I knew I was wet. It was just him and I in the room, but laying there with him hovering over me, I felt exposed to the entire world. I felt sexy.

This man, staring right at me, was sexy. My brain simply shut off when he leaned in now to kiss me. Even though he left my wrists, I knew I had to keep them there.

Hungrily, but so fucking delicately, he started to kiss me down my neck, travelling my entire body. I held my breath every time he went lower. And lower, and lower. For some godforsaken reason, he seemed obsessed with teasing the band of my underwear. His fingers dug into the inside of my thighs, and that's when I realised I was shivering.

Breathe, just breathe.

I forced my hips down on the bed, but they urged to push upwards, to grind his mouth, to get so much pleasure by just a simple touch. I looked at him. He met my eyes. The desperation in my face was so evident, and I had no way to hide it.

He licked the cloth of my underwear and I gasped, before laughing at myself. I held his hair, and trailed my fingers down his face, grazing his lips with the tip of my nails. The walls of my vagina clenched, and the longer this idiot stared at me, the longer every system in my body started to crumble.

Before my brain could forget words, I had to speak.

"Stop teasing me."

He laughed at that, and I blushed because I knew how helpless that sounded. There was no way I could act unaffected. I knew what was going to happen. We both knew, but this bastard is having too much fun delaying it. Before I could continue squirming, he blessed me with his sweet tongue against my clit.

I hissed out in pleasure. I reached down and laced my fingers into his hair. I wanted so badly to guide him, to fuck the hell out of his tongue. I settled for a gentle tug of his hair. Control, don't scare him away yet.

Maybe my moans were motivation. He did not hesitate after that. I don't even know where my panties went, but that thought only lingered for a brief second. I could feel the blood rushing inside of me, my stomach twisting and tightening with every movement of his tongue inside me. He knew exactly what to do, and he was a freaking God at it.

My fingers left his hair and went to clench the bedsheet. I don't remember if I screamed or gasped, or any of the sounds I let out. I simply let go, and let my hips ride his face. He didn't hold back. He sucked on my clit as he pushed a finger inside of me, curling it as he moved it in and out. Saliva covered every part between my legs.

His tongue moved from my clit down through my lips, and then he started to suck the soul out of me. He didn't care to breathe, and it almost seemed like he was doing this for his own pleasure. I had no idea the human tongue could ever possibly do this. I let him suck me, pausing only to lap up any juices I let out. His teeth grazed against my vulva, but he took so much care to not hurt me. This was so gentle but it was shattering me. So delicate, yet so hungry.

Before I knew it, I was shaking. I was screaming. My entire body went numb with pleasure, and his tongue was the only thing I sensed. I didn't feel his hand slap against my mouth to quieten my screams, and I didn't feel him putting my legs over his shoulders when he crouched down to get better access. I did not know what else happened in the room. I was hot, sweaty, and for the lack of a better word - buzzing.

I could feel my orgasm building up, my breath quickening. My vagina, uterus, pelvic floor, guts - everything - everything contracted. I screamed into his hand. Every muscle in my body was going through an earthquake of intense pleasure. My ears started to ring, but my body simply did not care. I tensed up again, and when that sweet, fucking sense of release came through, I let my juices flow out.

I couldn't think. My ears were still ringing, and my body was still humming from the after effect of my orgasm. I was led off the bed and on top of him with ease. I gave up all control now, and let him kiss me. I found myself fucking him just seconds later, starting slowy first and letting my instincts take over. No holding back at all. I am devouring this man with my kisses, and with the buzz of my orgasm numbing my mind, I sloppily sped up my pace. I rolled my hips when his cock was inside me, doing anything I can to see his face relax with pleasure.

Every thrust inside me was so deliberate. I was such a mess, moaning his name every time I pushed back into his dick. It felt surreal. I didn't change how deep I went when I picked up my pace. My legs carried me up and down, faster than I could've ever imagined. The sound of thighs slapping against me made me blush, slow down. I started riding him slowly, observing his face, making sure I didn't accidentally hurt him. I couldn't tell, most of my brain wasn't working then.

He clicked his tongue and held my waist. At that moment, I knew this was entirely his ride. It took less than a couple of seconds for him to pick up the pace, thrusting deep inside me, louder and faster than before. His eyes rolled up and shut, as if there's no greater pleasure in his life. His fingers were firm and steady, but so - oh, so destructive.

I might've screamed. He might've moaned. I was so out of it, and it felt like a dozen chemicals took over my brain and made sure the only thing I felt was just pure pleasure. I was drenched in my own wetness, but the feeling of his warm cum filling me up was so obvious. I slowed down a little, still riding out his ejaculation, and ever so slowly, I pulled out.

Fuck.