Unleashed...

I couldn't hold back anymore. He was right in front of me, everything I wanted and needed, and why would I not take what was offered?
Mindful of the way the light played across the contours of his body, I drank in the sight of him sprawled on my bed and began to shed my clothes. He smirked, aware now that what we both wanted was inevitably going to happen.
My hand shook as I dropped the last of my clothes to the floor. "Has it been worth the wait?" Where I gathered the strength to say the words with such arrogance, I'll never know.
"I don't know, ask me after we're done."
His words smacked of a reality I could not grasp. To be done, one had to begin.
Taking a deep breath, I knelt on the edge of the bed, straddling his thighs.
"Just do what you want, and touch me." It was as if his voice actually placed my hands on his chest. His skin was warm and perfect.
My heart banged loudly in my ears, my throat burned with dryness but I couldn't stop now.
Holding his gaze, I moved my hands up the center of his torso but he stopped me and moved them back down to the gaping waist of his jeans.
"No." He shook his head and sat up enough to watch as he laid my fingers over his crotch. "If you're finally going to give in, at least start somewhere good." His grip tightened, forcing me to squeeze the long line of his erection.
While I watched his face, he watched my hand. It was impossible to say what was more erotic, the look in his eyes or the feel of his flesh throbbing beneath my touch. I feared the combination might just kill me.
Get on with it then, my inner voice hissed in my ear. Stellar advice, considering how livid I'd be if I did die before finally feeling him moving in and over me.
No more dawdling.
Determined now, I shook off his guiding hand and peeled his jeans past his hips. He moved only to help the fabric slide past his bottom, and then settled into the mattress once more. Now his gaze landed on my face, but I refused to look up. The sheer weight of that look was more than enough.
"Was it worth the wait?" It was the humor in his voice that finally pulled my gaze to his face.
"I don't know, ask me when we're done." He laughed, and then quickly sobered when I slid my hand to the base of his shaft. Made bold by his soft moan of pleasure, I moved my grip up and then down once more. He throbbed against my palm and bucked his hips off the bed.
Taking hold of my hand, he shook his head. "No. There will be time for that later." He pulled at my wrist and I fell across his body. "For God's sake, do you need me to spell it out for you?"
I kissed him instead of answering.
His mouth softened under mine, and he emitted another moan before snaking his tongue past my teeth. The kiss turned needy and hungry before I could reign in how I felt. I sucked his tongue hard, released it to nibble at his lips and then did it all again just to make sure I would remember what it was like.
While I lost myself in the feel of his mouth, he used our joint grip on his cock to position it between my thighs. I was wet already, had been since he'd shown up at my door, so it was nothing for him to slip inside. The kiss became too hard to focus on as he thrust to the hilt.
"Oh God..." Dropping my head to his neck, I fought for breath but only managed to inhale the musky scent of his skin. The fragrance made me wild.
Bracing my hands on his chest, I rode each upward thrust of his hips. A sharp stab of pain shot through me each time I slammed against him but I was beyond caring. Tears burned my eyes, my lids begged to be lowered but I resisted. I needed to watch him. I needed to see the reflection of what I felt play across his face.
It made the moment real because despite the very solid length of him and the rapid bang of his heart under my hands, I feared I'd wake up at any moment...

LRosario 6-18-07