Strictly Business

19

He moved from behind me. I sat up, he stood in front of me. Tysheem stood close enough for me to breathe in his scent. His arms wrap around my back and in one gentle pull, our skin touched. I feel his hand in my hair, how he loves the softness, watching it tumble as he releases it.

Then his hand moves down my cheekbones to my lips. That's when the kissing starts and we start to move like partners in a dance that is written in our DNA. Our bodies fit together as if we were made just for this, to fall into one another, to feel this natural rhythm.

We lock eyes for just a moment, just enough for us to feel safe with one another. Then he's all business, taking off my panties, pulling them off, kissing from my toes upward, slowly, his hands on my legs. I feel my back arch in anticipation, knowing where his fingers will soon reach. My head rocks back against the pillow as he does, the first moan escaping my lips.

With the door closed every pretense falls. The facade we show the world melts away and all we want is to make love. Every kiss has a raw intensity - breathing fast, heart rates faster.

Then before I know how it happened we are naked and our skin is moving softly together, like the finest of silk. I feel his hand enter from below moving fast, our tongues entwined in a kiss, and then he's inside, changing my breathing with every thrust, hearing my moans timed to his body.

Then all at once he stops and kisses from my breasts to my stomach, his hands light; then he's licking and using his fingers all at once, watching my reaction, feeling how my legs move, watching my body writhe.

He tells me he's going to make me beg for it and I just let out a moan, unable to articulate a response.

In seconds he's on me again, harder, just long enough to intoxicate my mind before stopping again. If it's begging he wants, he's gonna get it.