Pyromance 8

At some point we stopped. Exhausted yet peaceful. Surreal how I never felt that close to someone. Surreal at how I couldn’t really think about what to say. I was never good at saying things anyway. Things like "that was great" or "I love the way you skin feels," stuff like that. So I didn’t say anything just kinda looked at her shy yet naked. To her credit she didn’t say anything either just smiled like she could see or maybe feel. I was feeling really out of it. Like my mind was somewhere else, and it was….somewhere else.

I wanted to have this open frank conversation with her. I wanted to talk about all the things swimming in my life. Things like being stalked and family things. But something told me that, it would bore her. Or she would not find it exciting or sexy. So instead I kissed her till she burned ten degrees hotter, that gleam in her eyes, that feeling of her body pressed so close to mine, so close that I could swear I heard the blood rushing in her veins.

 And yes it was that bad that fast.

 It was insane. We shake and rock with feeling so intense that we where stupid afterwards. Then the kisses, soft lips, soft tongues, then the teeth….and then everything underneath. She liked being in control and I loved letting her. She liked pushing me that close to the edge then kissing me to send me off. Falling and crashing down. If I didn’t leave, if I didn’t get away from her I was going to say something that I didn’t want to say.

Those words caught in my head, those words…..

Sometime near the morning I felt this burning need of her on my thigh. I was half asleep, half in a dream when I felt her. I was lying on my back under her 3000 dollar sheets when everything suddenly got very heavy. Everything in me was slowly waking up, this licking on my ear, and the scent of her hair flooding me so close, this warm hand cupping my breast, teeth grazing my collar bone, this wet molten lava burn of her slowing moving up and down on my thigh.