I Know Places (Taylor Swift Imagines) (GxG)

Can't Help It I Want You

A satisfied gasp falls from your lips as Taylor's own move against yours.

She tastes as she always has--of heaven and cherries, but tonight, there is a twinge of red wine and vanilla ice cream.

Your tongue swipes along the seam of her lips, which part to grant you access. But then you pull away, panting softly for air.

Her breath mingles with yours as she stares into your eyes.

You nearly lose yourself in hers, those gorgeous diamond blues that hold the depth of a thousand oceans. Right now, they're bright in desire and need as they search your own.

You lean in again and your lips are back on her warm, sweet ones.

"Y/N," she whispers against your mouth, her voice husky with longing. The sound of your name on her lips sends a shiver down your spine, making you ache for more of her. You can feel her hands slipping beneath your shirt, her fingers cold against your heated skin as they trail up your back, drawing you closer to her.

You kiss her harder, pouring all your pent-up emotions into the moment, letting the passion between you flare. Every brush of her lips, every touch of her hand, feels like a rediscovery of something you never want to let go of.

She pulls away just enough to rest her forehead against yours, her breath ragged. "I've wanted this all night," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid speaking too loudly would shatter the moment.

You close your eyes, savouring the intimacy of her confession. "Me too," you murmur back, your fingers threading through her hair. "I always want you, Taylor."

A small smile tugs at the corners of her lips, and she presses a soft, lingering kiss to your mouth. When she pulls back again, her eyes are filled with something deeper than just desire--a tenderness that makes your heart skip a beat.

"Then stay with me," she breathes out. "Let's not pretend this is just a fleeting thing."

"I'm not going anywhere," you assure her, your voice steady with conviction. "I'm here, Taylor. For as long as you want me."

"Now, then," she whispers, almost pleads. "I want you now."

You close the distance between you two once more, letting your lips collide with hers in a heated kiss. It's deeper this time, more urgent, as if both of you are trying to make up for lost time. Her hands explore your body with a newfound boldness, sending sparks of electricity through your veins with every touch.

You feel the world around you melt away, leaving only the two of you in this moment. Nothing else matters. Not the past, not the future--only this overwhelming need to be as close to her as possible, to feel her in every way you can.

Your hands find their way to the hem of her shirt, and you pause for a brief second, searching her eyes for permission. She nods, a silent agreement that sets your heart racing even faster. You slide her shirt up, revealing the soft skin underneath, and you can't resist pressing a kiss to her collarbone.

She lets out a soft moan, and the sound is enough to drive you wild. You tug her shirt off completely, tossing it aside carelessly before pulling her back into your embrace. Her skin is warm against yours, and you can feel her heartbeat pounding in sync with your own.

Taylor's hands roam your body, her touch both tender and demanding, as if she can't get enough of you. You respond in kind, letting your hands explore every inch of her, memorising the way her body feels beneath your fingertips.

You both move together in a rhythm that feels natural, as if this is where you were always meant to be--with her, in this moment, with nothing between you but the desire that burns so fiercely it threatens to consume you both.

Finally, you break the kiss, both of you breathing heavily, your foreheads resting against each other once more. Her eyes are half-lidded, filled with a mixture of love and lust that sends a thrill through you.

"Don't stop," she whispers, her voice trembling with need. "I need you, Y/N."

You nod, your voice caught in your throat as you pull her closer, your bodies pressing together as you lose yourselves in each other once again.

You lift her back from the mattress gently and unclasp her bra.

She gasps as the cool air hits her nipples, and they harden into peaks.

You smirk as you take one into your mouth, hearing her moan out as you swirl your tongue around it and suckle.

"Fuck, Y/N!" she breathes out, her hands coming up to tangle in your hair. She tugs hard, whimpering.

"P-please . . ." she whispers, her voice cracking. "I want--I want your tongue."

You raise an eyebrow and look at her, still smirking smugly. "Where?"

She shivers and closes her eyes. "In--inside me."

You smile. "Yeah?"

She nods fervently. "Please. Please, please."

You nod, starting to kiss your way down her body. Your hands roam her soft skin as you blaze a trail of fire and open-mouthed kisses down her chest, her stomach, 'til you finally reach the waistband of her shorts.

You look up at her for permission. She nods vigorously, her eyes almost pleading.

You pull her shorts and panties down, a flush creeping up your neck as your senses are permeated by her arousal.

"Please, Y/N," she begs as her hands tighten in your hair.

You delve in almost immediately, your lips latching at her swollen clit.

You feel her thighs wrap around your head as you suck on her clit, with little struggle due to the fact that she's arching into you desperately.

She gasps loudly as you trace your name on her clit with your tongue.

Only a few more minutes of this and you're sure you'd be able to make her cum.

But that wouldn't be fair.

So after flattening your tongue on her clit, you move down and plunge into her, moaning at her taste as she does at the intrusion.

"Y/N!" she cries out, clawing at your scalp.

You lap at her dripping centre like she's the first meal you've had in days.

Her moaning shifts to breathlessly chanting your name up at the ceiling as her thighs tighten around your neck.

You bury your face in her, your nose brushing up against your clit, and your tongue curls against her G-spot.

She yells your name into the air as she cums on your tongue.

You continue to eat her out through her orgasm, and when you're certains she's come down completely, you sit up and lick your lips, her taste lingering in your mouth.

She's panting, drenched in sweat. "Fuck . . . I think I just saw God."

one of my goals in life is to have someone say this after I fuck them

Hugs and kisses,

Zee