I notice the flush on your cheeks, blending into your skin. And I sweep a lock of your hair to the side, my fingers brushing against your face - I kiss you. It is an honest kiss. Your lips are shaped to perfection for mine. I see in your eyes the purity of want and desire. I sense in the shallowness of your breath and the sincerity of your stare - lust. We kiss passionately at times and we caress tenderly but within moments like this, it all turns so primitive.
So close our bodies stand and so very intimate. Pushing you up against the wall, the honesty of my own instinct is what takes control of my actions. Our breath is with heaviness and urgency. Every warm exhale on my skin is in tune with the way my lips and tongue explore your neck. You feel fingers walk along your sides, eager to find your breasts. Eager to hold you in my hands. Our tongues dance and our hips meet each other. In unison and through clothes. My own sense of urgency is great but in your eyes I see greater.
Our eyes never wander from each others as I grasp your pants. Frantically fumbling with your button, Our eyes look downwards between us - together. I notice your mouth open slightly in anticipation as my hand forces it's way. My own hips grinding myself into your thigh - my hand exploring you. Your legs struggle through tight jeans to open and accommodate me. You need this as much as I do. Your moan is very sudden when I find you. Fingers exploring moisture and lips. Softly rubbing, so rhythmically. I see your face as though with fever as our lips never quite touch. Breathing into your mouth I take your whole body closer to the wall. My weight and my hand constricting you. Exploring you, entering you. My finger enters you and your eyes close when I find sensitivity. Frantically rubbing you, my hand restricted by your pants, my entire arm moving in a dance with your hips. It's all so simple.
This isn't romance - this is lust. Selfish and selfless lust. I want your orgasm the way one thirsts in a desert. It's the only thing that will calm me down. Your hips want this as much as me. I see your bite your lip white. Beads of sweat trickle down. The movements of my arm become more violent. And you respond to my hand for me. You grind harder into my hand, into my finger, into me. Your own hand finding my pants and gripping me in pleasure.
Your hips stop their swaying in surrender to your orgasm. My hand controls you. You begin to close your eyes as your knees quiver from side to side. You're barely able to stand except for my body and my arm that keeps you steady. I tell you to finish harder. And you pulsate in my hand. Your waste buckles but you never quite fall. You cry and go mute with different waves through your body. And I watch you, I admire you. I feel you. I control you.
With beads of sweat causing your hair to stick to your face, I kiss you. I kiss your smile.
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