My Side of the Story Vol. I

179.) At My Core

Hands held above my head as you kiss me, your free hand traveling down my spine. I can't really think about anything but the feeling is divine. I start to wriggle and squirm in front of you. You pull away just enough and take a long lustful look as you say, "I like the view." My hands, still useless above my head. The pleasure overridden my hearing, I didn't process what you said. As your hand wanders south, hands skating over my hips. You know I want more, you can feel it on my lips. But the short relief of you entering me is replaced with a burning desire. All the nerve endings in my body are on fire. It feels so good, as the pleasure starts to grow. I groan frustrated that you're going so slow. But then you get the hint and you start to pick up the pace. You feel so good that my heart starts to race. I am so close and I can't hold on anymore. As sweet sweet release consumes me, the best kind of agony at my core.