The First Meeting Of Thomas And Teresa [WATTY'S 2016]

Perfection

I kept her there, only breaking for seconds to gulp down much needed air. Her hand was on my arm, her sharp long nails digging into my flesh. It hurt, but I didn't care, I was too busy enjoying the energy between us to notice. I pulled her to me, pressing her body against mine, knowing I never wanted to let go of her. She clung to me more, her hand wrapping in my hair and pulling my head back. I stopped kissing her to whisper in her ear, "Teresa, I don't think I'll ever stop." It came out low, and seductively.

"I never want you to," was her reply. I slowly kissed her neck, trailing from her ear to her shoulder. Her skin was cold, but mine was hot. She kept her hand wrapped in my hair and my arms stayed latched around her.

I gently bit her shoulder and she made a silent noise, and I could only feel her hand clench in my hair. I trailed back up with kisses to her ear and gently nibbled her ear, saying, "I could take you here and now."

She pulled my head away and brought it up to hers, our noses touching, and said "Thomas, you can. I'll let you. God, you're so good." I laughed lowly and pulled her back into a kiss. This was perfection.