The dark attic constructed a cozy atmosphere, an atmosphere
of comfort and solitude, with nothing being able to break that. The presence of
her next to him, made it all perfect, as her scents infused into the air,
adding bliss-to-bliss, and lust-to-lust. The sweet smell of her hair, lying on
the corner of his temple, enflaming his body to desirable fantasies. A small
bed was framing them, and innocence was slowly escaping their characters. They
were there, right next to each other, intertwined in heat and desire.
The dim twinkle lights above added extra shadows of mystique
onto her figure, making her the more wanted, the more needed. His attempts to
satisfy this raging hunger within him were subdued by her constant rebuttals.
Her smile as she dodges his kisses, his wandering hands, grounding his senses
of sanity and reason. The contradiction of it all was baffling him, here she
is, allowing him to be at such close proximity to her, his arms engulfing her,
yet she’s confidently testing his gentle attributes, the defining things that
would constitute a gentleman.
Her moves, her breaths were taunting him, ridiculously
examining his ability to stay sane, as she lay to his right, within his reach,
her breath tickling his face, and vice versa, under that cold duvet. His
heartbeat was also running loose, exposing his weakness, his desire, as they
tirelessly pumped blood through him, allowing her the satisfaction of knowing
the damage she’s causing, the correct result of whatever game she’s playing.
She started moving, as he surrendered and conformed to her
wishes, lying on his back, giving up to her tactics of this game. She looked at
him, strongly, knowingly, and almost apologetically, providing him with the
apprehension that he passed the test, and due reward was about to be given. She
gets closer, eyes fixed on his, absorbing his powers within the duel, and began
kissing his forehead, exposing her beautiful neck to his needing eyes,
decorated by her dandling black hair.
She lowered with the kisses, kissing his right eye, and then the left,
driving him crazy with her scent, and her pecks increasing the temperature of
the non-existent space between them. His senses knew better than to try
anything stupid himself, and kept him still, as his body responded to her
touches of magic and heavenly pleasure. She slipped to his ear, and started
teasing them with her mouth, winning a sure battle. She then awarded him a
little peck on his mouth, with which he couldn’t resist. His eyes were fixated
on hers, as she defied him to move, and he did, he wanted more, daring to
raise himself and return the kiss, as they both looked, stunned at the beauty
of it all and the rebellion taking place. The strength of the look, the
astonishment, and the moment of mutual agreement that was exclusively exchanged
between their eyes, provided the go. They battled, and they kissed, never
losing eye contact, as if wanting to store this minute forever, without any
regrets, and with the utmost of hope. They kissed lavishly, strongly,
confidently, maturely, acting within their senses, as they both lost their
senses, allowing their hearts, mouths, hands, and most importantly, their eyes,
do the talking.
