He had me pinned down on the couch. Holding my wrist with his firm grip, holding it with just enough pressure to hold me prisoner. The feeling was oddly comforting.
I felt my rushing pulse next to his steady slow one. I saw the look in his eyes and I knew. I knew what was about to happen and I knew after that one moment nothing would ever be the same for me.
I never fully processed what was happening until later that night and even then it didn’t feel real. The way I waited a lifetime of a few seconds as his head dropped, eyes never leaving mine, plunging into an unfamiliar world together. His warm breath spreading over my lips was the only thing I felt. The way the smell of his crisp after shave drafted to my nose. It made me shiver.
I felt frozen as he pressed his lips against mine. Feeding an unknown hunger and taking away my breath in an entirely different way. I felt his smile against my lips as I finally began to react. He knew all too well the reaction only he could emanate. He knew no other man could make me feel like this. He felt possession the way a man would knowing that I couldn’t control myself with him the way I do with the others. I'm sure it was probably another dick move of his but, in this moment that was the last thing on my mind, 'cause I didn’t even care. It felt good and I didn’t want him to stop. All too soon he released me. He started to move away but I didn't want it to end. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him back to my impatient lips. He gripped my hips teasing the sensitive skin there. His feather like skims across my skin tingled wherever his gifted fingers made contact, searing. His touch, his smell, his confidence, or smugness I didn’t honestly care to find which it was he felt. I just felt him, all of him. Then he rested his head in the crook of my neck and whispered, "Later."
I thought I was reading an excerpt from 50 Shades of Gray! Good job! Lots of emotions and details. Keep it up!
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