1. Hesitant


    Date: 9/20/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: elliotlacey31, Rating: 12, Source: LushStories

    Lean into me now and feel any resistance you still have melt away when my lips brush against your skin. No one knows about us and no one has to. At times, you think this is wrong because of that, something like a sinister ghost that will hover over both of us long after we part. But you and I are not ghosts. We are not phantoms to one another. Here.... place your warm hand over my heart, the part of me that you have called cold and absent before. Do you feel it now? Through the contact of bare, familiar skin, you can feel the beating life that my flesh contains. And as you feel that rapid pounding, our lips meet again. No longer tentative as the first few kisses are between us, as if feeling my heartbeat against your palm is the catalyst to speed your body up, to make every motion fluid. Tongues seek one another, lap around and swirl. Your moans are the wordless murmurs of some lost language rediscovered in our mouths. They may be incantations you wish to fuse my breath with, practiced sounds committed to memory that summon the most primal urges in me. I've often wondered if the way you initially resist my advances are part of a plan, stage directions in a secret script you've written and carefully memorized. Like telling me you're an angel as you wink at me. You know that once I begin to peel off your top and jeans that suddenly pausing this momentum will only make this ache flare even more. My hand glides along your hip and I groan when you press against me, my bare ...
    length throbbing from the pressure, the teasing heat of your covered sex. Grinding against me, I catch that mischievous glimmer in the gorgeous orbs of your eyes, the ones that look wintergreen with the moonlight splashing over them. The ones that have a hold over me beyond anything I know. I almost see sparks in them. Just a momentary shimmer from the moon's glow. You grin and must see the same thing in my eyes, the ones you've said look like shiny onyx and are sweeter than I really ever let on. We're like sparks chasing one another, the slightest detonation of two raw elements in close proximity. We barely possess any true understanding of the countless signals inside that guide us, but we reel in their immediacy. My hand curves and reaches between your legs when you stop, moving along the soft thin material that covers the nexus of where your heat emanates from. A slow caress, fingertips trailing up and down, slightly harder each time until I feel moisture beginning to seep through. Even that slight increase of pressure draws a sound from you, somewhere between a faint gasp and a hiss, the sound like veiled consent as your mouth pulls away for a moment. I feel hot breath coat my face as your head gestures towards your bed. The rest of our clothes are lost along the way, a pile twined as naturally together as you and I always are when we have these stolen moments all to ourselves. Our own little pocket of the universe where we will never judge one another for what we crave. The ...
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