Gentleman

I realised, after a few moments of that mind-numbing kiss, that I had managed to wrap my arms around her. One was wrapped in the hair at the back of her neck, the other, somehow having managed to worm its way under her shirt, was lightly stroking her skin. I was deeply relieved that she was holding me up, since my knees had become weak with the force of her kiss. Even though, at this stage, it was merely both of our lips pressed together. Suddenly, she swung me up and around, so that I was standing, with her still supporting me.

“Come with me, princess. Magic will happen.” She took a step back.

I tried to follow her, but the moment I put my weight on one leg, both collapsed and I fell. She was sharp, however, and gracefully caught me and lifted me with surprising ease.

I was still completely dazed, and realised I was speaking without conscious effort. “You swept me off my feet”

“I’ll do that, if you’re not careful” and with that, she carried me away.

I don’t know where we went, or where we ended up, because I spent the whole trip staring at her hansom face, wishing that I could stay there forever, wrapped safely in her arms. Far sooner than I would have wished at that moment, she turned and lay me on my back on something large and soft that I realised much later, must have been a bed. In an instant, all that I had lost while staring into her eyes came back to me. I remembered who I was and she was and what we were about to do. Caught up in the thought, I moaned and writhed slightly on the bed. She snapped herself out of the daze she had been in, gazing at me from the end of the bed. She lowered herself to her knees, and crawled towards me, ever movement sleek and sensual and most of all, powerful. I realised now, that all that charm and sex appeal made the power ooze from every part of her body, so much that I felt drugged simply being near her.

And near I was. She had stopped, supporting herself on hands and knees directly above me. She stared down into my eyes, and leaned forward, pressing her lips briefly against my neck before darting out her tongue and then, fast as lighting, sunk her teeth into my flesh, making me arch off the bed and finally come into contact with her body. With that, she backed off a little, smiling slightly at my whimper, only to lean forward and roughly, smoothly pull the shirt from my body. She pulled me up to her, and next thing I knew I was flat on my back, my entire upper half bared to her gaze. Her expression said she liked what she saw, and she leant in to lick slightly at my nipple piercing. She looked up at me, my nipple caught lightly between her teeth, and caught my eye with hers as she increased the pressure until I threw my head back.

“You haven’t even kissed me properly, yet” I said.

“I can fix that” She said, and before I knew it she had slid down and was kissing the inside of my thigh, pushing up my skirt with one hand and pulling down my underwear with the other.

I gasped out “That wasn’t the sort of kiss I meant!”

“A kiss is a kiss” she said, and that was the last we spoke.

For what seemed like hours (but was probably not) she gave me pleasure, bring me close and drawing me back. Finally, with a cry, grasping her hair with one hand and biting my other hand between my teeth, I came, colours and lights dancing before me.

I closed my eyes and drew in ragged breath, trying to recover. By the time I opened my eyes, she was gone.