The Cellar pt1
We descend the creaking wooden stairs, trying in vain to adjust to the total darkness. Your hand in mine squeezing so hard I can feel your pulse, It’s fast. I don’t know what awaits us in the darkness and I have trouble focusing on any thought, the smell of wild berry shampoo and a faint vanilla body spray clouds my mind. What might be coming could change the rest of my life.
You stumble on the last stair, unable to find the banister in the enveloping black curtain. I catch you and see a sliver of light reflecting off your raven hair. Almost like magic your porcelain features come into a semblance of focus. I can see your slightly pronounced cheek bones above your deepening dimples, you are smiling, even in the uncertainty of the night and it is making my tummy tie itself in knots of nervousness.
As we right ourselves you briefly let go of my hand, I feel incomplete, an emptiness wells up inside and dissipates the second I feel you arms around my waist. You lean into me, your breath shallow and quick. I can sense your breasts against me and your breath on my throat. I arch my neck low enough to touch my lips to yours. Electric tingles run through them, down into my chest. My heart hastens more than I imagined it could. Is it just me that can hear the THUD THUD THUD?
I press down firmer parting your lips with mine, you taste amazing, better than anything I have ever consumed. I can taste the lust, taste your desire. It matches mine. Our tongues meet and dance their sensual dance. Our eyes closed, oblivious to anything but the sensations from within our own bodies, and each others.
My hands start to roam across your body, lightly tracing fingers along your hips and around to your lower back. I snake them up the back of you top and pull you in tighter, the strong skin to skin contact making you catch your breath. You press yourself against me harder, almost as if wanting to push our two bodies into one.
I pull back, watching your uncertain expression in the dim light. I gently hold your face in one hand, to comfort you. I then lift my shirt above my head and drop it onto the floor. You step forward again, placing your cool hands on my stomach and your button nose against my chest. Standing on your toes you balance against me and lightly start kissing my collar bone. It makes me shiver and grab handfuls of your top to keep from letting out a quiet moan.
I feel your teeth against the nape of my neck…
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