I lightly trace my fingers along your forearm.
We are sitting in a coffee place, talking to a friend. And my heart jumps, when I realize — how automatic that motion was.
We could kiss passionately, rip our clothes apart, and fuck right here. Of course we could. The electricity running between us is more than proof.
I can see you grabbing my hand, taking me to that wall on the left. Putting my front to the wall.
And pressing yourself into me.
Holding my hands next to my head, interlacing our fingers.
Then moving them above my head, pinning them with your hand. The other tracing the curves of my body.
Biting my ear.
Kissing my neck.
And staying in that little place.
That you know gives me orgasm in seconds.
Whispering in my ear, “I want you so fucking badly,” and I can hear how primal this is for you.
But at the same time—your touch is light, your eyes full of love.
You lift my skirt up and trace my thigh to the front, moving me a bit from the wall and sliding your fingers into my knickers. I am already so wet and pulsing. You just wet your fingers. Pull them out.
And lick them. Grunting in agreement.
I can feel your cock pressed into my back.
You quickly and softly turn me.
So you can face me. You hold my chin. The other hand is still somewhat holding my hands above my head.
We are looking at each other. With lust. With hope.
With everything— I can see some fear in your eyes.
Probably mirroring my own. If this is so fucking delicious. How can we not burn out? How do we keep this forever?
Your gaze softens and you softly kiss me. Slowly — long strokes of your tongue on mine. Your lips so soft.
And your stubble reminding me, that you are a god.
You reach for my knickers.
Move them to the side.
You open your zipper.
And your hands are on my butt.
Softly pulling me up. So our eyes are at the same level.
My thighs around your waist.
You are pinning me to the wall.
Holding me with one arm around my waist.
Your eyes widen, when your tip slides into my wetness.
You stay there, blissfully closing your eyes.
Kissing me.
Moaning.
And I can feel you filling me inch by inch. I do not need anything else in my life. Just this. You. Me.
And your cock inside of me.
You move me a bit up, so you can take me deeper.
“Fuck,” you grunt. So deliciously enjoying every bit of me, staying in, just savoring the moment.
My arms are around your neck. I moan into you.
Then I start to trace your face with my fingers. “How can you be so fucking beautiful?” I am lost in you.
You are perfect.
You give me that look of yours— something like you do not believe me, some gratitude, and something like…when your dreams come true and you still do not think you deserve that.
And in that moment you lose all control.
You slide out and in, out and in.
Grunting and moaning and still holding my waist in such a delicate way. I arch into the movement. Moaning.
Becoming just an ecstasy.
Not being sure where my body ends.
And if I am in my mind or in yours.
You say something. You grab my ass and hold my weight.
Moving me from the wall.
Turning my back into the full coffee place.
Oh well.
You move us to a table where two people are talking over coffee. “Sorry,” you say. You sit me up gently on the side of that table.
One of your arms moves along the table as you throw everything to the ground. The couple scrambles.
You slowly lay me onto the table.
“I fucking love you.”
“I fucking love you too.”
And you quicken your tempo. I am just lying here being ripped apart by ecstasy.
And feeling all the bliss.
I can feel your body tensing. And that brings me to reality.
“I have to taste you,” I moan.
Your eyes widen.
One of your hands is on my belly, holding me in. The other moves to your cock. Slides him out. I scramble from the table. On my knees. My head bumping into the side of the table, but I do not care. You put one of your hands on the back of my head in an automatic motion. The other is still on your cock.
On your cock.
The view.
Oh god.
He’s all wet from me.
Tensing.
You bend your head back, grunting. And I put my lips around him, taking him in. And in the next second hot liquid is on my tongue. Coming in waves of ecstasy. I leave you in my mouth as your orgasm fades.
And you are standing above me. Breathing heavily. Your hand caressing my head clumsily. You need to touch me. But you probably have no idea— What is happening outside of you.
I swallow. And lick your cock clean.
Standing up.
And kissing you.
So you can taste yourself.
God. The taste. I start to get horny again just from your taste.
You kiss me, still breathing heavily.
“What do you think?”
“Hmm?” I am torn away from my fantasy, I raise my eyebrows. I look at you in confusion.
And you are looking at me with sparks in your eyes, wide smile, waiting.
“Sorry, I got lost in thought,” I say.
You move closer to me and whisper, “Will you tell me, so we can have your fantasy come alive?”
I grin. “Probably not this exact scenario.”
“Anyway…what were we talking about?” I join back into the conversation, still tracing my fingers on your forearm.
Not believing you are mine.
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