Getting the technicalities out, we each received permission from our better halves to go out together, and we were permitted to kiss.
I met up with her last night. We talked a bit. Actually we spent a lot of time complaining about how the other person wasn't talking enough. At some point we both decided we were done talking but neither of us said it. She told me I wasn't close enough. I sat on her lap, for good measure. We talked a bit more but there was an undercurrent in the conversation. I gave in, or rather I took charge and leaned to kiss her. I stopped short to tease her, after our lips had barely brushed but as I backed away she followed. We kissed. Again with lips parted.
It is funny to be her aggressor, knowing what she is.
Her lips were softer than I remember. She was being too gentle.
I needed her to understand that. I bit her lip and she gasped. Growled, low and quick. A snarl. It stopped me, caused me to whimper while I melted internally and wanted to press closer to her but you can only get so close to someone.
My reaction sent her wanting me. We kissed. More.
She was still being too gentle and I accused her of thinking I was going to break. She always thinks I'm so fragile.
I tell her she is very tender.
She raked her teeth across my neck and I moaned. I nipped at her ear lobe and again called to her.
Calling to her drives her crazy.
I told her that is what happens when you cage yourself.
She lit like fire. She took my face by both hands and kissed me hard. I turned and crashed into her kissing her lips. Biting them. Licking them. Her throat, trailing nips up to her chin. I pulled away to pick at her.
Taunt her with words.
I moaned lightly into her ear with a nip.
She says I'm trying to provoke her, and I am.
I call to her again and press my teeth to her jaw.
She takes the bait, holds me tight and sinks her teeth into the flesh of my neck. Over and over.
I need her to trap me.
I tell her.
Se says you can't really trap someone in a car. Especially with me on top, I have the advantage. She runs her hands across my exposed skin and it hits me. Dancing fire and ice. That sensation. Her hands, so cold, my skin so warm. But I am the ice and her the fire. She causes burning under my skin that grows and laps at my nerve endings. My whole body shivers and I have to look away and breathe deep to realign myself.
She sees her advantage over me now and dances her hand across my exposed side, my bare shoulders, the exposed section of my upper back while kissing me, biting me, tasting my skin. Causing me to wiggle, writhe, squirm. I cannot hold still or keep the cries from escaping. Moans, pleas, gasps. Damn this shirt and my decision to wear it, leaving my spine between my shoulder blades exposed for her!
Mentally, I know the time. I stop her abruptly to make some phone calls. She trails nips down my forearm, trying to distract me but I hold back. I'm done on the phone and taunt her again. She asks why her, why am I so drawn to her.
I tell her because of who she is. There is not another like her. I cannot explain it, it is like asking my why the sun rises I just don't know. I could spout some scientific bullshit, or I could accept it.
She likes this answer.
I tell her against her lips it is who she is. I call to her again and she seizes me. Kisses me softly. Gently. Too gently.
I tell her she is being tender again. We kiss.
Oh no. A feeling is coming up. Something unwanted, unexpected. The passion between us used to make me feel this way too. Want to say words that should never be spoken like this, not until we have come to understand, until we have come to know what all of this is.
I've said Oh No out loud.
She asks what it is for.
I tell her bad words. This was a term we used to use in this situation, years ago.
She asks why, I say passion.
Our lips are still touching.
She asks if she should just treat me like a rag doll, no passion.
I nod.
Assault, my lips on hers, hers on mine. Teeth, tongues, torture. Delicious torment. I quickly remove myself from her lap and end our contact, sitting in my own seat again.
Time to go.
She runs her cold hands, her fire, across the exposed skin on my neck, my ice. Over and over she does this and I cannot contain my self. My hands search frantically for something to grasp, something to ground me. I find the steering wheel and use it to put myself upright but I've given her access to my back, my shoulders again. I need to be grounded. I have to be strong. I have to pull myself out of the fire that is trying to take me. I roll my neck with resolve. Another full body shiver but it calms the burning.
Time to go.
We get to her car to drop her off. I get out to say bye. She walks over to me. I grab her wrists but she pushes against me and pins me to the car. Trapped. I gasp. Everything is heightened now. Her body against mine. She kisses me. Again. Again. Runs her hands over my bare skin. Again. Again. I'm moaning. I can't stop the sounds. I have to regain control. I push against her and pin her to her car. I tip up to kiss her this way. We do briefly.
I say I have to go, I pull away but I've caressed her, tugged on her shirt in the process.
A gesture of tenderness. She calls this out.
I smirk. I have no defense, it was tender. Damnit. I shrug with a grin.
She steps in to me again. Against the car again. Kissing me again. Hands on my bare flesh again. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. I spin away from her, beneath her. My back is to her and again she has access to my neck, my shoulders, my spin. Trapped and exposed and she takes the opportunity. Ahh delicious fire burns so hot between us. I gasp, I moan, I cry out. I turn back to face her. We kiss.
I have to go.
I open the door.
We kiss.
I really have to go.
I slide between the door and the car.
We kiss.
I sit down, tuck my hands under me, she closes the door.
We kiss.
I must go.
I leave.
I must work on my time management. |
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