All Too Well - Erik Menendez

Unwrapping [18+]

Portland. Oregon. 1988.

Third Persons POV:

Their lips collide passionately with each others. The heat pours in their stomachs, the intensity burns harder as their bodies graze against one anothers. It's paralysing how something could feel so good – so perfect.

This intimacy was something both craved – needed, for so long. Each second is a mere testament to their love for each other.

In the middle of a particularly heated kiss, the one which had Eriks tongue tasting her deliciously deep; she pulled away breathlessly. Their foreheads touch as oxygen becomes the priority. "Do you want to take off my gown?" She asks, the blush spreads generously across her face and he loves it. He loves it.

Attempting to hide his nervousness, he keeps his face as stoic as possible, but ultimately fails when she pulls away from his body. And she waits patiently for him to do it.

And through lingering eye contact and heavy breathing; he does so. Carefully, he peels back the thin fabric off of her shouders. Moving his hands further down as he unties the string holding him back from unwrapping his present.

And miraculously, it falls to the ground. Leaving him staring in utmost delight; a two piece lingerie set. White. Her favourite colour. Her name. His new favourite colour. His new name.

Every one of her curves is hugged and accentuated, her breasts pushed up ever so carefully by the corseted bra. And his eyes rake every area they could find. When he meets her eyes again, it is him who cannot help but blush. I never imagined I'd see someone so close to heaven. He thought.

"You look gorgeous." He admires, pure love radiates through his eyes and they beam into her like lazers, the message of trust and love and warmth, it arrives into both of their souls.

This is okay.
I can trust this.
This is good.

Both of them ponder on the soft words, before Erik maneavres boldly; dragging his finger across the crook of her neck, and ever-so-dangerously, sliding it lower. Playing with the strap of her bra whilst never taking his eyes off of her.

Shallow breathing is all that comes from the girl, and he watches intensely at the rise and fall of her chest. It's electric, and the wheels turn again in both of them.

So much love, yet so much pain.
What a dangerous mix when it meets lust.

With the newfound confidence she gathered, she subsequently moves her body into his, and his hand falls so perfectly into the shape of her breast. His tongue meets hers in a wet and desperate manner, all whilst his hand now enjoys the sensation of feeling full. Something he has so undeniably wanted for so long now. The soft yet firm feeling does nothing but deepen the heat in his body. And causes everything on his body to stand up. Everything.

A womans figure; something so unfamiliar to him. And he just can't believe how good she feels. How good this feels. How right this feels.

His mind is a foggy cave of emotions, each one battling him to think and address certain things – but nothing can get through. Nothing can cut through. His soul is bound to this moment.

And then, he feels the thin material hugging around her chest, release, and as his hand falls, so does her bra.

The action awakes the animalistic need in him. The entire idea – she just took off her bra for him, just like that. For him. It asphyxiates him, and his hand originally falls back to the starting place, and he cups, and grabs, and massages. It's rough, but he's a pool of desperation. And after all – rough is what he knows. All he knows.