Conquering You [Zorobin]

Chapter XI

The only

My stomach curls, impossible to contain the sensations that the small creatures generate inside it, which are provoked by feeling like Zoro does not reject me and better even. He is also kissing me!

I feel how sensations begin to invade me that I once believed I would never feel in this life that was declared to me in an unjust and painful way, repeatedly, snatching away any small happiness that I once enjoyed or wanted to enjoy. Those sensations that I could only imagine or see as other individuals enjoy it. I testified that my time had passed and that I would end up alone, watching others enjoy it.

But, again, he has made me rethink and re-calculate everything around me, he has made me reborn again and all those thoughts were removed from my consciousness, leaving room for new sensations and experiences that in the future he would offer me or more precisely he is offering me. These unique and inexplicable sensations that make the words as unclean, insufficient and worthless as to describe any detail, but I do not mind finding words at the right height, I love this raw sensation, unprocessed, is so ...... hot and exciting.

I can feel how these burning sensations start in my lips and flow through my body, increasing my temperature, the softness of his curly hair in my hands, these that bring our faces closer guided by the desire to deepen and focus on this wonderful discovery. I feel his hands on my waist, as one of them goes up my back to where the bra should be, if I had put it in the beginning, his hand lowers back to the level of my waist, with a touch so soft improper of his thick and calloused hands, touches softer than my skin has been able to obtain on previous occasions.

As if he really didn't want to touch me, as if he wanted to avoid any action that could ruin the spell that our lips conjure, his hands, his lips, his caresses, his presence require me to let go of a gasp sunk in pleasure, I don't take long to fulfill every letter, but unfortunately it also interrupts the kiss, Obviously I mentally curse everybody, but when I separate I feel his breath bumping into my mouth, warm and accelerated making me understand that I am not the only one facing consequences, that I have snatched his breath like him from me, and that there would possibly be more kisses to conjure up.

The taste of his lips impregnated in mine, I lick my lips finding a thread of spit that continued to connect me with him, he takes me away from sanity with his soft touches on my back and waist, I hear how he tries to control his breathing. But I, unable to hold back my desire, once again take possession of his upper lip by giving him a quick kiss and biting him, and then continue by his attached face.

I kiss the tip of his nose, his cheek, his eyelid, he diverted me up to his temple crossing all his forehead to reach the other side, under his injured eye with a slight touch of my lips on them, I reach the line of his jaw not without first leaving my trace on his cheek on this side, feeling as his temperature on the face has changed, he is possibly flushed, with the help of my kisses I draw his jaw in my mind.

When I reach his chin, I 'bite' him covering my teeth, after a mental sigh I go up to his lips again and kiss him again, this time already using my tongue for a real kiss, not without first holding his cheeks on both sides to indicate to him what I would do next, giving him the option to avoid me if he wanted, but I wish not even a thought to lean to that side.

With my tongue moistened with spit, I moisten his lips licking them consciously, ending by gluing my tongue to his teeth asking for entry, an entry into a world that I would like to explore with him, or rather of him. When our tongues touch I am startled by the spark that runs through my spine, he takes advantage and tries to tame my tongue, but I cannot deny him a fight, I will not allow him to bend me.