Timothy

Jack's Twisted Kingdom
2004-03-26 11:54:01 (UTC)

a little erotica II

an age of longing passed in that one breath. I could still
hear my words echoing in the rush of blood in my ears.

"You know what I want?"

My fingernails raked a path down the length of her throat.
Pressure just enough to pale the skin, redness slowly
welling in their wake.

She leaned into me, her head rolling slowly backward, my
gaze held by the new flush of pink that colored her cheeks.
And watching her made my teeth ache. As if my life depended
upon it I needed to taste. To savor the soft vulnerability
of her skin.

With each kiss pressed to her jaw, each dent of teeth into
that softness I felt her breath hitch hard in her chest,
freezing in her lungs. Then a faint groan, that air forcing
itself free from her lips in a strained gasp. She pressed
her shoulders to me for support, and I wanted to lift her.
Carry her and hide her with me. A slow press of my palm down
her spine drew her against me, her back arching slowly,
trembling, melting. Her skin bloomed deeper red, color
washing down over the pale perfection of her throat. One
taste wasn't enough. I knew it wouldn't be, but I still
didn't know when I would be able to stop. If ever.

Hungry bites, ravenous nips, followed by hot wet swirls of
my tongue. I heard my own voice low and thick, more steady
than I thought was possible, breathed against the moist
skin. "I want it all."

Her groan was soft and gaspy at first. Then its tone dropped
lower. The sound barely human. I felt the tension there. How
tightly she was wound. How ready to unravel for me.

No answer came from her lips. But her body shook with it.
Screamed with it.

"I won't take it."

My words were slow. Deliberate. Quiet. But oh god, had I
actually dared to say that?

Her arms slipped around my waist, her fingers splaying into
the small of my back, her face drawing near to my shoulder,
lips moving toward my temple. "...I give it.." she
whispered. Succulent, soft, breathy words as she buried her
face into my neck.

She gave it. She spilled over with it. It was mine.




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