tonight I can't stop thinking about what would've happened if you hadn't stopped
when I whispered to you that we were playing a dangerous game
you would've whispered something else against my skin
maybe that you thought it was perfectly safe
your tongue snaking along my ear
my breaths becoming more ragged
feeling that familiar ache get stronger and stronger each second you're near me
you would bring a hand up to my cheek
place it there ever-so-gently
and just hold me for a minute
before tilting my chin toward you
forcing me to meet your gaze
a slight smile on your lips because you see the redness in my cheeks
because you note the glassy look in my eyes
because you know the power you have over me
you would tuck my hair behind my ear
I think time would stop in this moment
with our eyes locked and your fingers grazing the edge of my face
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who do you think would lean in for the kiss?
it would be me, wouldn't it?
you would move your chin a millimetre toward me
and then we both know I'd be pulled in
like your lips are the centre of gravity
would I remember to breathe,
when your lips graced mine?
a sigh of relief would escape me
from our lips barely touching
my whole being would narrow in on that feeling
your thumb caressing my cheek
would it be mere seconds?
and then when time resumes at its normal pace,
am I breathing fast or not at all?
you'd groan - almost a growl -
when you feel my tongue ring in your mouth
your other one across my waist
keeping me upright while I fall for you
I know my body would be begging us to speed up
and my heart would be whispering for me to slow down
both prompted by our souls pushing us to connect,
I think something in you would snap
the controlled playfulness would be gone
it would be all hunger and need
would you even be aware of your hands roaming all over me?
would you hear yourself sigh when they reached my breast?
I know you would notice my breath catch
I think I'd feel you smile in satisfaction against my mouth
so pleased with my response to your touch
something would snap in me, too
my desperation for you surfacing so quickly,
I wouldn't know what to do
my hands under your shirt so I can feel you
like your skin under my fingertips could help me comprehend what we're doing
as each breath coils us closer and closer
my fingers tracing your waistband
your fingers reaching for the hem of my shirt
another sigh from you when my abdomen becomes exposed
would you tell me I'm lovely?
would you confess how long you've wanted this?
would you chuckle when I couldn't formulate a response?
quickly now, my hands would seek out your belt buckle
your hands finding the bra clasp on my back
my hands would fumble as I try to move faster than I can,
you would move as if in slow motion
like this is a moment you never want to forget
your task would be done before mine and your lips back by my neck
approaching my collarbones
another groan from you when my hand finally makes it down your pants
and a gasp from me because,
there's a mouth on my nipple
I let out a mix between a squeal and a moan as you start sucking
I was going to try to wait
but now my hand would be under your last layer of clothing
and I'd be grasping like you are my life line
and you'd be pulling at the button on my jeans
would you register the sound of the zipper teeth separating?
it will reverberate in my ears like it's the only sound there is
clothes would start piling up on the floor in your living room
I'd fall to my knees next to it
like I'm bowed in reverent prayer before taking part in communion
you'd probably make a comment about me being ready to serve
and I don't respond for a second
dumfounded by the length of it
there's something so fun about taking my time here
using my fingertips first
and I would apply more pressure
I'd be leaned in as far as I could be now
still smiling as I bring my lips against you
a twitch and moan reinforcing my actions
fingers still trailing up
lips pursed against that firmness
and then again and again,
my lips would press against you
you'd be breathing faster now
trying to be patient while I teased my way up your cock
but your hands would be intertwined with my hair
gripping tighter with each kiss
until you couldn't take it
and you'd yank me up so my mouth hovers where you want
but I'm only so compliant
you'd be greeted with yet another kiss
then a tongue peeking out
intending to place my tongue flat against you,
but you will have had enough teasing
a quick pull on my hair would have my mouth full of you
more groaning from you as the tongue ring presses against you
my head bobbing furiously
your grip on my hair relaxing --
to see what I do on my own
my tongue would be circling in between the movement of my head
is it relief? is it ecstasy?
is it related to me or just the physical feeling?
these thoughts would fly through my brain but I bat them away
I'd be trying to fit more and more of you in my mouth
my hand would reach up to take on what I can't cover with lips
and I'd be moving in sync
another twitch from you and I'd be going faster
you'd moan again and I'd take in so much of you that I'd gag
and you'd stiffen further
I'd pull you out of my mouth
and feel you tighten your hold on my hair again
but before you could do anything
the tip of my tongue would be at the base of your cock
and a swift upward movement would have you leaned back into the couch
fingers now loosely entangled at the crown of my head
you'd be sighing out my name
over and over again, my tongue sliding up your full length
the tip of my tongue circling the head
I'd have my right hand on your stomach
your erection straining toward me
then, the next time it's up,
my tongue would slip under it
keeping it from falling back down
and I'd maneuver my mouth back over the head
for a second, everything in me would still
hoping it's as good as I'd pictured
"oh fuck" would escape your lips
and the frantic bobbing of my head would resume
my left hand coming to hold what's not in my mouth
my right hand sliding down my abdomen
I'd be desperate to deal with the ache between my legs
and it wouldn't yet be time to remove my mouth from you
but you'd see where my hand goes
you'd lean forward and suddenly your tongue would be in my mouth
replacing the hardness that was just there
you'd start to lean back against the couch again
pulling me to stand before you while your hand reached between my legs
before you'd even make contact, I'd feel myself tensing
and then there'd be a single finger poised just below my opening
even though I hate the idea of you seeing me at that angle
and I won't be able to tell if my perception of time is off
or if you're drawing it out
some pressure where your finger was hovering
I'd forget how to breathe
an exploratory finger tip would barely enter me
I'd look down in time to see you smile
like you like what you've found
your finger would continue its journey up
while your other hand reaches for my tits
I'd only get tiny sips of air and the ache would be increasing
that satisfying and maddening touch I've been waiting for
and surely I'd be moaning or squealing because you'd chuckle softly
and increase your pressure
I'd start to worry my knees will buckle,
the pleasure is so intense
your hand would drop from my tits to my ass and I'd take that as my signal to straddle you
but you'll be cupping my ass to prevent me from properly sitting
so my breasts are in your face
and your tongue would find a nipple at the same time your finger traces back to my entrance
and then, with perfect timing, your finger would plunge into me
while your mouth claimed my breast.
I'd feel your teeth grazing against my nipple
and I'd be covered in goose bumps
I'd be moaning loudly while you add in another finger
you'd pull your face away from me just enough to growl:
your tongue would be dragging across one mound to the next,
your teeth clamping down when you find what you're looking for,
I'd feel myself tighten around your fingers
releasing my ass to bring your other hand to my clit
and the tension would be building
how would I be breathing so fast?
you'd be sucking on my breast like it's your only source of sustenance
the heat between my legs would be spreading
jolts of pleasure sparking through me
I won't know when it started but I'll be riding your hand
whimpering as you continue to finger fuck me
the pleasure would just keep building
a tingle starting in my core spreading up
will my face be flushing?
everything will be so tense
like a wave coursing through me
I know I’ll be throbbing against your fingers
but all I'd pay attention to is the flood of chemicals
the satisfied, full feeling stemming from between my legs
I’d be falling face first into your shoulder
you’d move your hands so you’re stroking my hair
waiting for me to stop panting
finally, my breathing would slow
my head would come up from your shoulder
leaving smudges of my mascara
you'd release the back of my head
your free hand would go between us
while the one on my back would guide me forward
and wait for what I'd be craving most