Moonstone

wild kiss

"In one kiss, you'll know all I haven't said." ~ Pablo Neruda.

Sanem

At last

What began as a hard meeting of lips soon turned tender as he brushed his mouth on mine, feather-light. The slight pressure of his hand in my hair a pleasant counterpoint to the gentleness of his lips. He sucked my lower lip and then bit it softly. I felt the pleasure he took in the action like an echo and I trembled as the twin sensations, both mine and his, assaulted me. He lifted his head and looked at me in awe. "I had no idea it could be like this, " he whispered. He nipped my upper lip this time and again a rush of shared warmth glided over my body.

I felt my fingers tingle like they did when I used my peculiarities but I forgot all about it when Can continued to explore my lips, I wrapped my hands around his neck and slid them into his beautiful hair, scraping my nails over his scalp, feeling impatient. He groaned when I did this so I did it again as he kissed the corners of my mouth, his tongue swept over the seam of my parted lips and dipped inside. My whole body tightened in response and I moaned. I ceased to be me, my pleasure was his and his pleasure was mine. The friction between our mouths and our bodies built a frenzy of need in both of us and the kiss turned feral. I wanted to crawl into him and pressed myself down on him, my body desperate for something only he could give me.

In one feverish move, I found myself under him, his hard body covering me. His hand slipped down my leg and hiked my thigh up to his waist. I gasped into his mouth, my tongue entwining with his as his hips began a slow rhythm, making tight circles, pressing down where I ached for him, our bodies pushed so tightly together that I didn't know where he ended and I began. He lifted his mouth from mine and stared at my kiss swollen lips. "You're so beautiful, I can hardly stand it. I'm already so addicted to you, your scent, your skin, the taste of you," he ran his tongue down my neck to my collarbone, where he inhaled deeply.

"I should take you now. Make you mine in truth," he whispered heatedly against my neck, his voice so deep and gravelly as to be almost unrecognizable. His hand was caressing the back of my thigh, and with the other tangled in my hair, he pulled my head back and exposed my neck to his roaming lips. "Would you let me?" He murmured against my skin. "I'd make it so good for you, so you'd never leave me. I would bond you to me with passion, make you mine that way forever."

His head lifted, his mouth slanted across mine and he gave me a kiss so carnal, I rocked my hips up into him seeking relief from the irresistible sensations.

"I've never done this before," I said breathlessly when he finally took a breath.

"What?" He stilled completely.

"I've never done this before. I've never been really kissed before tonight, " I said too dazed to notice how still he went. Awareness crept into his eyes, now back to their normal color. In one of his disconcertingly fluid and lightning-fast moves, he lifted his body off of mine and sat at the edge of the chaise with his back to me.

"I didn't mean for you to stop," I said, not bothering to hide my disappointment. My body was still thrumming with need.

He buried his face in his hands, I sat up, and tentatively touched his back. He shuddered and then leaped to his feet and walked away.

"I'll take you home now."

I kept my silence until we were well on our way. I was still shivering with remembered pleasure, my lips felt pleasantly swollen and I licked them furtively to taste him again.

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked him in a small voice. He was avoiding looking at me and I sensed self-directed anger and bitterness emanating from him.