RULE NO.25

09.Almost "Deed"

As soon as his lips touch mine,It feels like I lose all rational thought.

Nothing else matters except this moment.

I grab him by the neck like a starving being, because I think I might actually die if he stops.He pulls back a bit as he stares into my eyes while putting a hand on my thigh,under my gown.

He is asking for my permission.At that point I feel I could love him.He is doing the one thing all the men I have been with have never done,ask.Ask if I wanted it,if I wanted them.Even if he didn't say the words,I knew what he meant,so I let him lead.

I took his arm and inched it higher up my thigh,close to the seams of my panties,still looking into his eyes.

His eyes were blazing with need and for the second time ever I am practically a pool of need.

He leans in again and runs his tongue against my lower lip.I try to force him to give me what I need,to kiss me senseless but he has other plans.He turns his head and grazes his full beard against my cheek and the side of my neck.It doesn't tickle,no,it tingles instead.Before I can accustom myself to the barage of foreign feelings,he gently bites on my earlobe.As I whimper,he sucks on it to ease the slight sting.

He runs his tongue on the side of my neck and grabs my thigh,hard,as he drags me closer to him, making sure to get rid of every inch of space between us.

I can't help but squirm in need,I dreamt of this.Imagined it.

Feeling it was totally different.My imaginations didn't do this justice,not at all.I feel like an untried virgin.

He removes the straps of my dress while looking in my eyes.Theres something in the way he looks at me.His look holds sinful promises,the kind that would make Lucifer proud.

As he removes my dress,he baths me in the glow of his need,with his eyes feasting on me and his hands grazing every square inch of my skin,as if fascinated.

"You are beautiful" he says in a husky voice as he leans in to kiss me, finally putting his body against mine.

I wrap my arms around his neck as he kisses my face,my neck,my lips, every where.He runs his lips down my collar bone and runs it down until he gets to the valley between my breasts.I hitch a breath and squirm a bit.I have really sensitive breasts and I couldn't wait for him to put his mouth on them.

As if in tune with my thoughts,he grabs the mounds and squeezes,hard.

I moan in response.

At this point,I am a wet mess of need at my core.I want his body against mine.I want to feel him on me,but he holds back,as if in doing so he will be able to put his raging need under control.

He brings his head down and takes one tight bud between his lips and sucks like a thirsty man.He sucks and bites and nips and laves.

Oh,what a quivering mess of need I am.

If this is what punishment feels like,I'll gladly be punished everyday,by him.

I can't stand it anymore,I need him against me.I need to feel him against me,and I let him know that in no uncertain words as I reach for his shirt and start to pull it over his head.He helps me with that by finally removing his arms and throwing the shirt over his shoulder,not caring where it lands.

We were both panting,a fine sheen of sweat coating our skin.

I reach for his belt buckle with clumsy fingers as I feel the evidence of his need straining against the fly of his jeans.

It looks big from my vintage point.I strangle a laugh,even I know he can't be "that" big,until he brings his engorged member from under his jeans and I almost scream.Its fat! It's long! I am 100% sure it won't fit and I am not even a virgin.Appendages like this should be banned.