Silent Love

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Shehnaaz

I kissed a fair share of men in my life and few of them have proven that they were rather excellent at their skill, but never was I kissed so ardently until this moment. Mere movements of his lips against mine have sent my heart into such a racing pace that I feared it would implode within my chest.

It felt like he was made for me as no pair of lips have fit into mine as perfectly as his did. As his lips moved expertly against mine, his hands sought the chance to explore my body, seeming to have known my anatomy at the back of his mind. He had an undeniable knack of turning my entire body into molten lava as I fought with all might not to melt within his arms.

As I immersed myself into the blissful movement of his lips against mine, he slowly pushed me backwards by my hips and soon my legs met with the couch in the living room. Falling on my back, I pulled him by his collar along with me to hover over my body, reluctant to let go of his lips.

When a groan left his mouth, it satisfied my ego as I was made aware of how much it was affecting him. He pulled away for a brief second to suck in a deep breath, and when he restored part of his sanity, he came crashing back onto me.

While one hand cupped his jaw, ] used my other one to pull him by his shoulder, grinding our hips together. I could feel him against my torso, so hard and ready that it aroused me to no end. A moan left my throat when I felt his palm across my flat torso, running his fingers all the way back. To aid him, I brought my shirt over my head and threw it across the hall. In the poorly illuminated room, I watched his eyes turn dark as they fell upon my semi naked figure.

Guiding his other hand to my skin, I took possession of his mouth once again. His hands pulled away from my skin as he supported himself above me, with him arms on either sides of my body, trapping me within his confines. His lips soon left my lips too, as his kisses travelled to the side and slowly, downward. The warmth of his mouth slipped from my lips towards the sensitive spot behind my ear, a spot I hadn't anticipated was craving for his attention. I felt myself writhe between his arms as he stroked his tongue across my skin.
As I pressed myself closer to him, his mouth began to travel downward. Kissing his way down my neck, he reached the spot between clavicles and slightly sucked on my skin. A delicious moan slipped past my lips as I flexed, and he saw that chance to drive his arm beneath my back.
Before I could feel his fingers there, his lips distracted by showering kisses on my breast. I'd always been particularly sensitive there and to have his mouth on my bossoms only intensified my craving for him. Lost in the hands of pleasure, I hadn't noticed when he'd unhooked my bra.
It wasn't until the chilly night air swarmed across my nipples, forcing them to stand erect, that I realised that I was entirely bare above my legs. As he edged closer to my nipple, his chin slightly grazed upon the skin. I'd always preferred him with stubble, and it was proving to be rather useful even in arousing me.

I gulped down my dry throat, as I felt his lips first circle my right nipple. Before I could resist, another moan left my mouth as he slowly enveloped his lips around the bud and gently sucked on it. Clutching his hair, I pushed his face further into my chest.

“Again.’ I begged.

I felt him a swarm of air over my skin, and realised that he was perhaps chuckling at my agony. Disobeying me
at first, he pulled away from my right nipple. Before I could protest, he quickly moved his attention to my left nipple, hardly sucking on it. His right hand found my right breast to fondle with as he continued to torment my other nipple. Liquids pooled between my legs and yet, I couldn't ask him to stop. I loved everything he was doing to my body and if anything, [ only wanted more. Seeming to have understood my craving, his right hand slowly flickered over my waist. I felt the muscles in my torso flex at his movement, and craved his lips.