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Touch

As he pulled me in closer to his warm embrace, like prey in a Venus flytrap, I knew that there was no escape. Eventually, it would be my time to return the favor. His fingers trailed down my neckline until his eyes were looking straight at mine. He was waiting. Waiting for  my permission. I need not tell him anything for he already knew what the answer was when I let out a soft smile. With that, he gently leaned in and gave me a kiss. At first he was timid, but realizing that he was with me, only made him want me more. He began to cradle my head with his other hand as he continued to move his mouth over mine. Then did I only tighten my grip on his neck not wanting him to leave. I believed that he didn't want to either because he didn't stop. He was just so happy. With his tongue in my lips and mine in his,  neither of us wanted to pull away from the other. This was our time. Living in the moment, he once again laid me down on his lap, trying to gasp for air. Clearly exhausted, but nevertheless worth it. Sooner or later, one of his wandering hands was caressing my chest. He was trying to put me to sleep, but with that in mind, I knew I shouldn't, no matter how inviting it was. With his other hand now intertwined with mine, he slowly guided it towards his legs and up his stomach, near the hem of his trousers. I knew where this was going. He was giving me permission. This was my chance. I then immediately grabbed it, steadily moving my grip up and down his pants. He too was suprised. He then let out a soft sigh and laughed. I bet by now, he's on cloud nine. I just wanted to thank him really, for everything. If my words weren't enough, I guess these small actions will. He was hard. I had to let go of the poor thing. But I could obviously tell that he didn't want me to stop anytime soon. Realizing what I had done, I sank back down on my chair, frustrated. Not with him but at myself. How could I do such a thing? Why did I do it? Regret flashes all over my face as I rolled myself into a ball, hugging all of me so that he wouldn't notice. But eventually, he did. Reassuring me and telling me that he was alright, took a bit of tension off my shoulders. He always had that kind of effect on me. I felt a bit better. But as soon as I turned back to him, he pressed me down onto his lap. With my body in a fetal position, his free hand was clearly making its way down to my chest, then to my thighs and then onto the center of my naval. He couldn't get enough. With his fingers now going in and out of me, I tried my best to hide my moans. They were beginning to pile up like a lump in my throat. Fortunately, he didn't stop there. He made his way down to the back of my thighs and into my butt. He started to do the same thing but this time, even more rigorously. After some time, he finally stopped and looked at me earnestly with his brown eyes. Those brown and hazel eyes. He laughed. I'm glad he did, even if I was totally burned-out. Like him, I was yearning. Yearning to love and be loved in return. He always found a way to release my hidden desires, but at what cost? For now, we just sat there silently waiting for the other to make a move. I'm surprised that he wasn't even tired yet. I tried my best to make him feel more comfortable by teasing him and telling him that he has never really seen my wild side. With that thought in his head, he began to provoke me. Allowing the bars that's keeping the beast within myself break free. I had little to no control of what would happen if he continued. Of course I warned him, but instead of stopping me, he whispered and begged for me to let it out. I couldn't hold it any longer! With the wolf finally out of its cage, I quickly slid my hands into his shirt, groping all the skin underneath and slowly tracing the lines under his chest. Man did he have a strong chest. I glanced at his expression and was happy to find him with his eyes closed, enjoying every bit of it. He was at peace. He wanted all of me and I wanted all of him. I truly never wanted this moment to end.