How is this woman able to understand, to see beyond what everyone else sees and always say the right thing just when I need to hear it?
She holds me tightly to her, making me lose my balance, falling on her. She holds on to my arms and wraps her legs around my back, raising her hips to meet me, trapping me in a painful, exciting way.
“I want to feel you… I want to feel all of you.”
I push inside her, transported by passion, wrapped in her body and her warmth. I’m able to feel her sex contracting against mine. Her delicate scent mixes with mine and with the aromas of sex.
“God!… Aaron!” she cries, scratching my back and looking me right in the eyes, maintaining this contact with me, uniting us, not just in body.
The idea of finding me so close to someone, so in harmony with someone, leads me to push harder and faster because I am exploding with desire, sexual frustration and something else I don’t know how to name.
But it’s not enough for me.
I need to touch her, to feel every curve, every detail, every fucking centimeter under my hands.
I need to feel that she’smine.
I pull myself up and pull her with me, making her sit on my lap. She puts her hands in my hair and pulls on it forcefully, seducing me with her open mouth on mine, hot and sensual. When I feel her tongue searching for mine with insistence I grab her hips and I push my hard, throbbing cock into her.
To be inside her again.
Ciara grabs my shoulders as I hide my face in her chest, tormenting her breasts with my tongue and my teeth, a complete slave to her body that is burning under my hands.
She moves with confidence on me as I squeeze her bottom, encouraging her movement and biting her lips in escape because by now, I’ve completely lost myself in her.
Ciara arches backwards and throws her head back so that her hair cascades down her back, offering me a view of her neck and chest, and it makes me push hard, dropping my head onto her chest and letting me enjoy the orgasm that is bubbling up painfully from within me. It’s blinding. Her screams come a few seconds after that and her nails dig back into the skin on my shoulders as her body vibrates against mine.
Her head falls now to my shoulder, panting and shaking and I slide my hands down her sweaty back, allowing myself this intimate moment between us.
She breaks away from me slowly. There’s not a hint of embarrassment or regret in her eyes. She smiles at me, confident and satisfied and I can’t help bringing my mouth back to hers and capturing her in a kiss that bonds this unforgettable moment which I will savor for the rest of my life.
She falls back onto the bed and I slump over her as if this young woman had to bear all of my weight and everything I’m carrying with me.
And it’s a scary feeling because I never would have wanted for her to get dragged down in all of this, which is too much for her.
But it’s too late now. I’ve got Ciara under my skin. She’s part of my bloodstream now and I don’t think I’m able to detoxify by this point.
Not after having discovered what it means to make love with someone who, overnight, has become the other half of my soul.
