Post by Kass on May 5, 2009 21:17:48 GMT -7
Tonight I am his Goddess of Lust and Chaos, he just doesn't know it yet. He doesn't know that blood boils for him. He doesn't know that my body craves his in all of the improper and unspeakable ways. Oh the wicked things I wish to do...
Of course he's surprised by this but maybe he's always known. His eyes widen slightly but I don't give him time to speak. I grin up at him, my hand grabbing the collar of his shirt and tugging him. Will he follow? He could grab my hand, tell me to stop and I would. But he allows it.
I take delight in eying his fully clothed form. My mind is imagining all of the muscle and skin beneath that layer of fabric. But there is time yet. Oh plenty of time.
"What are you doing?" His voice is lower than normal and the words catch in his throat.
My only response is to brush my lips against the base of his neck, ever so softly biting it. I feel one of his hands tense beside my waist. He's solid and unmoving but I can almost hear his heart beat a little faster. My lips smile into his neck, savoring this moment as my hands slide down his torso. I feel him warm to me ever so slightly, his fingers brushing against my waist.
I find all the answers in his eyes and proceed. My lips hover over his, softly breathing on them as I whisper "You can't run away."
He doesn't run. It's just as I had hoped.
My lips press against his, feeling their warmth and he slowly returns it. My hands press against his chest and push his back against the wall. His hold tightens and soon all hesitation is gone. Our tongues battle for dominance, seeking to explore deeper. My fingers concentrate on his shirt, finding buttons so damn frustrating. I swear I hear him chuckle a little but it dies away when my fingertips trail down his bare chest, so warm and smooth save for a few scars.
. . .
to be continued... maybe
Of course he's surprised by this but maybe he's always known. His eyes widen slightly but I don't give him time to speak. I grin up at him, my hand grabbing the collar of his shirt and tugging him. Will he follow? He could grab my hand, tell me to stop and I would. But he allows it.
I take delight in eying his fully clothed form. My mind is imagining all of the muscle and skin beneath that layer of fabric. But there is time yet. Oh plenty of time.
"What are you doing?" His voice is lower than normal and the words catch in his throat.
My only response is to brush my lips against the base of his neck, ever so softly biting it. I feel one of his hands tense beside my waist. He's solid and unmoving but I can almost hear his heart beat a little faster. My lips smile into his neck, savoring this moment as my hands slide down his torso. I feel him warm to me ever so slightly, his fingers brushing against my waist.
I find all the answers in his eyes and proceed. My lips hover over his, softly breathing on them as I whisper "You can't run away."
He doesn't run. It's just as I had hoped.
My lips press against his, feeling their warmth and he slowly returns it. My hands press against his chest and push his back against the wall. His hold tightens and soon all hesitation is gone. Our tongues battle for dominance, seeking to explore deeper. My fingers concentrate on his shirt, finding buttons so damn frustrating. I swear I hear him chuckle a little but it dies away when my fingertips trail down his bare chest, so warm and smooth save for a few scars.
. . .
to be continued... maybe