Stop. No Stop.

When she murmurs "Don't... Stop." She means, "Don't Stop." 1

His lips move across her pale skin... nipping, sucking, biting. He draws both pleasure and pain from her. She doesn't even have to pretend she likes it, because she does. The ecstasy of him over-taking every nerve in her body sends shivers down her spine. It's frightening. Arousing. New.2

She never remembers feeling like this, leaning against the wall just waiting for her knees to give out. He holds her up, and she can't figure out why he still has strength.3

A heavy mutter sounds from against her throat. "You want me--" A pause, a bite "-- to stop?” She shook her head blindly. Stop. No Stop. 4

Flesh against flesh, he moves with her, against her. The onslaught of emotion makes the waiting, promising and flirting worth it. Her lips move to say some heart-felt words, but a choked moan is all that’s heard. 5

She closes her eyes, not trusting the truth of her own vision anymore. She arches her back and his hands are everywhere. Running through her hair, down her neck and over hips.6

When she opens her eyes again, he’s still there. Exploring her, becoming infatuated. And she knows that he’s nearly just there. His kisses become sloppier but deeper.  7

She gripping his shoulders, her nails making them bleed. He doesn’t care and she thinks she never wants this to stop. 8

Her back arches once more, her head goes back, the world spins and she wonders if this is what perfection tastes like…9