Thinking of You

this is something that struck me one day. i was thinking on a friend, and this came to mind. i hope you enjoy this.

for my darkling....

Thinking Of You
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I\'m thinking of you as I lay in my bed. My room is dark, music playing softly in the background. It is loud enough to fill the space of my bedroom, but not so loud that it will wake anyone up. I close my eyes and I can see your face. You\'re smiling at me, your lips tilted up at the corners. Your eyes lock with mine, twinkling brightly as mischief comes upon them. I want to run my hands through your thick, unruly hair and drag you toward me.

You cup my face with your hands. Long fingers stroke my cheeks while the broad flat of your palms warm against my flesh. You inch forward slowly, until your mouth settles over mine. Your lips are firm against my own, yet soft and tender. They press mine, kissing with intent. I sigh and loosen up, my hands slipping up to grasp your head. My fingers thread through your hair, twining with the silky strands. I feel your tongue touch my lips, the tip sliding across the seam where both lips meet. They open for you.

A moan rumbles up my throat as your tongue slips in. It probes my mouth, sliding over my own tongue. I feel a shiver run through me. Anticipation boils up in my blood. A hand reaches for my breast, your palm pressing it firmly. My nipples peak, the one being held by you poking into your splayed hand. The other hand moves to curl over my hip, slipping down over my back until it finds the curve of my ass. Your fingers slide under the cheek, cupping it with a firm grip. I shift slightly, arching my body toward you. This presses the breast you hold further into your grasp.

My hands slide from your hair, moving down to curl about the nape of your neck. The hand curved over my breast leaves it, moving lower to splay wide over my belly a moment, then it follows my hip around and finds its way to my other cheek. Both hands squeeze at the same time while your tongue thrusts into my mouth, imitating the act that I hope we are soon to engage in. My body arches toward yours when your hands skim up over the expanse of my back to curl into my hair.

Your lips leave mine and I sigh, feeling them move down over my jaw to my neck. Your teeth, strong and sharp, latch onto the flesh there and bite down. The pressure is exquisite. Not too hard, but not so soft that I cannot feel it. I know that I will bear your mark before the night is over, and I shiver in pleasure at being so claimed. I suck in a breath when your mouth moves out along the line of my shoulder blade, your teeth nipping at my collar bone with sharp little bites that send more shivers coursing through my body.

You lay me back slowly, your hands supporting my back as you take me down to the bed. Your long frame settles over me, pressing me further into the softness of the mattress. Your thighs slip between my own, pushing them wide so that I can cradle your hips between the soft walls of my slightly open legs. Your cock, thick and long, presses against my stomach to tell me that you want me as much as I want you. A moan, so quiet you almost don\'t hear it, rolls up my throat and past my lips. My hands now creep down your back to stop at your hips.

Your mouth is moving again, now working its way down my chest. Your tongue runs along the sensitive skin on my breasts, licking at the small amount of sweat already formed there before working along the valley between them. Your hair follows your mouth\'s path, the ends tickling my skin as you pass over it. I shudder when I feel the hot cavern of your moist mouth draw one turgid, ruched peak into it. I gasp loudly, arching up into your greedily sucking lips.

Your hands now run over my flesh, starting at my shoulders. One stops a moment to play with the neglected breast while the other trails along my sides. Your fingertips ghost over my flesh, down to my hip and back up again. The other hand is busy, slowly torturing the nipple it holds. It pulls on it, twisting and turning it until it burns with pain and aches with need. Then your hand curls about the entire globe, squeezing that for a while before once more turning back to its peak to once more pull and play. My hands are suddenly twined in your hair, urging your mouth on.

I feel the smile curve your lips, along the flesh of the breast beneath it. Then your teeth clamp down and I cry out. My back arches as you assault the tender nipple you hold. My fingers tighten in your hair, tugging on it harshly, even as I pant for breath and beg you not to stop. You bite again, this time harder than the last. A half sob fills the room a moment, and you lift your head to grin at me. There is a promise in your eyes that makes me shudder with need.

You shift, your head moving over to the other breast. You bite down on the nipple immediately, and I squirm beneath you. My movements rub along the length of your cock, making it swell even further. I pull my hands from your hair to try and seek out your erection. You merely press your hips closer to my body and I groan in frustration. Then your teeth bite my nipple again, and all thought of capturing your jutting manhood leaves my mind. My hands once more make their home in your hair.

Little waves of pleasure are rolling through my system when you lift your head from its captured prize. I open my eyes, having closed them at the sensations that run through my body, to look up at you. You are once more smiling at me, the mischief gone for the moment. You bring your mouth up to mine, your lips taking my own in a passionate kiss. I can feel my toes curl, my pulse pounding in my veins at the feel of your lips moving over mine. Before I can move to deepen the kiss, you lift away and once more leave a trail of soft caresses along my belly.

Your tongue circles my belly button, dipping in to it. The feel of your tongue prodding the small opening has my pussy tightening in response. I shift my legs open wider, my hands lifting to play with the painful tips of both breasts. I shudder when I feel your hot breath blow across the swollen folds of my weeping core and your hands reach for my thighs. You settle my legs over your shoulders, your hands moving to wrap around my hips. You go up on your knees, taking the lower half of my body with you.

I open my eyes, my head and shoulders the only parts of me left on the bed. You are looking down at me over the line of my body. The mischief is back, your eyes twinkling with promise. Before I can voice anything, your mouth settles over my pussy. Your tongue darts out to lick at the opening, running up and down the length of my slit before stopping to swirl about my clit. It throbs beneath your well schooled tongue as my blood once more pounds in my veins. I gasp loudly, my hips squirming beneath your mouth as my hands curl into the bedding tightly.

With slow, measured strokes, your tongue works at my clit until you have me writhing with feverish need. Then you move lower, slipping your nimble tongue deep into the clenching muscles of my pussy. You thrust and lap, taking your own sweet time at working me even closer to release. My hips rock into the questing muscle, seeking to drive it further into my needy body. This has you pulling back to grin at me, and I groan in frustration.

You assault me with your tongue once more, the tip circling and teasing my clit slowly. I moan loudly, feeling my body thrum with need and tighten as you bring me closer to the edge. Sweat rolls down my back and chest, my nipples so tight that they hurt. I beg you to finish, to allow me to orgasm. Your only response is a chuckle. A curse fall from my lips, becoming a sigh as your tongue once more dives into my pussy to thrust and lick at the tightening walls.

I lose track of how long you tease me. I only know you alternate between my clit and the hot, pulsing channel of my vagina, working me toward a release the likes of which I have not before seen. Sweat stains the sheets beneath me, pooling in the hollow of my throat and dampening my hair. It sticks to my head and face, clings to my back and arms. When you finally lift your head to look down at me, my eyes are closed, my chest heaving. I am so close to tumbling over the edge, and yet you purposely keep me there.

Gently, you lay me back out on the bed, watching my body shake. My nipples are now so tight, it feels as if they will ache for the rest of my days. I glisten with sweat, my hands fisted about the bed clothes. You run your hands over my body, starting at my shoulders. You stop to once more knead my breasts, pulling at my nipples before moving lower. I tense when your fingers brush over my dampened curls. I manage to open my eyes to look at you, seeing you smile at me. Then your thumbs slip between my swollen nether lips and slowly pry them open.

I arch up as first one finger, then a second, slips into my throbbing center. You thrust slowly, driving them in deep before pulling them back out. Small moans roll up my throat, paint the night with the sounds of my passion. You have me so wet and hot for you, yet you hold yourself back from me purposely. I know that your cock has to ache with the need to release, to shove deep into me and stay there while my pussy clenches tight around its length, gripping and milking it of its seed. Still, you use your fingers to pleasure me, though you hold me back from my own orgasm. I need you so badly by now that I throb with it.

You add a third finger, then bring your other hand close to circle my clit with your thumb. I pant and moan, my hips rocking up into your hands. I can feel the tightening in the pit of my stomach, the growing need building into a ball that will soon enough explode. When I give off a long groan, my hips shoving themselves up into your hands, you pull back and watch me flop to the bed. I pant for breath, and I open my eyes to look up at you.

You can see the plea in them, how I\'m using them to silently beg you for your wonderful cock. I want you to fill me and make me whole. I want you to stretch my muscles about your length until I cannot tell where pain end and pleasure begins. I want you to take me and make me yours. I want you to fuck me until I scream out your name. I want you to own me in every sense of the word.

You smile at me once more. This time, it is not with mischief. It is with understanding. I can tell that you feel the same way as I do. You want the same things that I do. We want each other with such intensity that we know we cannot be denied. Slowly, you settle your body over mine. My legs shift and open to allow you to settle between them. My knees bend and I set the soles of my feet on the mattress. Your cock throbs against my wet pussy lips, and I cannot help but arch up into you.

This time, you moan in response. I feel a sense of triumph at this. Before I can smile or speak, your mouth once more claims mine. The kiss is heady, sending my thoughts whirling away into sweet oblivion. Again, your tongue tangles with mine, the two slick muscles gliding along one another as we both deepen the kiss. My hands lift and cup the back of your head, holding your mouth to mine as our bodies press into one another with need. I moan into your mouth, lifting my legs to wrap them about your hips.

My swollen lips rub along the length of your hardened shaft, smearing my plentiful juices along the underside. You shudder against me. One hand delves between our bodies, still crushed tightly together. Your fingers graze my abdomen before curling about the length of your cock. You lift up, your hips pulling away from me just enough to give you room to position yourself. I feel your head, hard and weeping with pre-cum, press against my opening. Wrapping my hands in your hair for a tight hold, I plunge my tongue into your mouth at the same moment I arch my hips up.

You slide into me, your swollen shaft filling my pussy to just past tight. I moan into your mouth, then sigh when I feel your hips shift forward. Very slowly, you thrust. I gasp when your head comes to rest against my very core. I lock my legs about your waist tightly, my mouth working with yours. You kiss me still, your tongue mimicking the motion of your hips and driving cock. Your movements are slow, deep and thorough. I can feel my muscles rippling about you as you press into me.

You break the kiss, pulling away from me to trail kisses down my cheek and neck, over my shoulder. Your back arches up as your mouth makes its way to my breasts. You catch one bouncing nipple between your teeth and draw it deep. I sigh, my back bowing. My hips are now rocking up to meet yours, enabling you to drive deeper. If such a thing is even possible. The feel of your mouth on my nipple and your cock thrusting into my well stretched pussy has me gasping for breath. I can feel the need building to a fevered pitch once more.

Gradually, your speed increases. Though you are moving faster, it does not alter the depth with which you thrust. You tease first one breast, then the other, sucking at my nipples until they glisten with your saliva and actually seem to pulse in time with my pounding blood. Your head lifts, your tongue laid flat against my skin as you lick your way back up to my neck.

I groan when you draw skin between your teeth and bite down hard. My hands are still curved over your head, holding you to me. I arch my back up to press my nipples against the hard plane of your chest. Each of your thrusts rubs them against your sweaty skin, bringing some small measure of relief and pleasure with it.

Time and sound have slipped away from us as we move against the sheet, our limbs entangled as if we were one being. I am now panting, the sound echoing in the room with each thrust as you slide home. Little mewling sounds mix with the panting breaths, assuring you that I am well pleasured and still in need of release. Even now my muscles pull at your cock, though neither of us are near the point of release yet.

Slowly, you pull away from me to go up on your knees. Your hands find my waist and pull me with you, even though my legs are still locked about you. This shifts my position, allowing you to slip even further into my heated core. Your thrusts increase in speed. I open my eyes to look up at you, watching your face as you drive into me repeatedly. Almost without thought, I lift my hands to my breasts to pull at my nipples. The stimulus shoots down to my pussy, making my muscles tighten over you again. You groan at the feel, which sees you thrusting against me harder.

My voice floods the room, begging you to fuck me hard. To make me explode in a swirling mass of pain and pleasure. You smile at me and oblige, your hips suddenly slamming against mine. Faster now, yet still deep. The head of your cock batters my cervix. Small grunts and groans slip from between your clenched teeth as you ruthlessly drive yourself into me. My body thrums with the abuse. This is what I need, crave so deparately. It is something only you can give me. I cry out, feeling the very beginnings of my orgasm creep up on me.

Your hips piston fast, our flesh slapping in the near silence of the room. My hands are now curled about your arms, planted near me in the mattress as you bend over me slightly. I can feel your cock starting to swell, telling me that your orgasm isn\'t far off. One hand leaves your arm to slip over my belly. It works between our melded bodies to find my clit. You groan as the tip flicks over your driving shaft when I slip it between my nether lips.

The finger presses down on my swollen clit, dragging across it in time to your thrusting hips. I am so close to the edge that it does not take much stimulus. A few strokes of my fingers sends me tumbling into the abyss of orgasm. My eyes close as my mouth falls open in a noiseless scream. My body tenses up, the muscles of my pussy clamping down over your thick cock. You halt a moment, moving only a fraction of in inch in and out until the tension leaves my body.

The clutching walls that surround you drive you over the edge. Your hips slam into mine and you thrash against me as your cock swells to even larger, more painful dimensions. I can feel your release, feel the hot jets of your seed as they fill my womb. Still, you move against me. Your shaft is softening, shrinking within me and yet you drive into me. My muscles are still milking you dry, and it takes several smaller after thrusts to fully drain you.

You collapse on top of me, your mouth seeking out mine. Your tongue shoves into my mouth to claim me with your kiss. It is hard and unyeilding, yet I can feel the tenderness and care in it. I groan once more, letting you swallow it down as our tongues once more battle for dominance. You win with ease. Soon, we are laying in a sweaty heap of tangled limbs against the pillows. OUr ragged breathing fills the room for a moment or two, then its gone.

When I open my eyes, you are gone. The music still plays in the darkness. My fingers are still wedged between my thighs. They are soaked in my juices. My pussy flutters as if it were recovering from being filled and fucked. I sigh, feeling a tear trickle from the corner of my eye. Rolling onto my side, I once again close my eyes and try to sleep.

I am thinking of you....

*fin*
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i hope you enjoyed this short piece. please let me know if you did or not. there will be no further posts to it, just the one.

thank you, and blessings