Hunger

Darkness suffocates us; no, maybe it’s the heat. There is tension building. I can feel it in my blood. Every part of my body aches to be consumed by him- to exist only with him. Our pulses are heightened and our breathing is desperate.

He wanted to just simply touch my face but it became a longing. He couldn’t resist the temptation to take more, to touch more. He shifted his body over mine and the heat pulled us under. The world no longer existed; there was no reality, because he was the world and my reality. His face was just inches from mine and his breath mingled with mine. How I longed to touch it, to feel it in my very soul. His skin felt like fire; his tongue like ice. He was invading my body temperature and causing my body to malfunction- to betray me. I did not want him to see the way he was making me feel, the way he was making me think. But my body had become separated from my mind and I became only a vessel of reactions and no longer of thinking.

His lips were hard against mine. I felt my softness surprise him. He tasted masculine and hot. One of his hands was fisted in my curly hair and the other was slinking up my shirt. Everywhere he touched it felt like daggers attacking me; but the pain was absent and it only felt pleasurable. My nipples had already hardened before he touched them. A betrayal of my excitement. When his hand found my hard nipple I gasped into his mouth and nibbled his bottom lip. His eyes flared open and I could see the hunger in his eyes; or maybe it was just a reflection of the hunger in mine.