** Warning *** Mature content ahead *** My “sort of” erotic piece ***
I’ll be posting this short story in a few installments, weekly. Would love to have your feedback on it, pretty please?
Her mind was racing now. He was going to kiss her, like he had so many times, during their constant teasing, threatened to do. As she had been imagining he would do for quite some time now. And then, he did. There it was, his kiss, planted softly and lightly on her lips.
Such sweetness from such a person seemed almost impossible and yet, she had always known it would be like that. Only one possible option for her now: surrender to his kiss, to his hands cupping her face, to his warmth. What really surprised her was the realization she had wanted this all along.
As her mind wandered back into reality, she knew she had to do something before his lips parted from hers against her will. So she did, placing her hands around his neck, thumb tips caressing his solid jaw line, pressing herself against his body.
It was like feeding gasoline into a small fire. It felt like their cores were now mingled in a furnace containing the roaring fires of Hell. The slipping of her tongue into his slightly open mouth was responded by his embrace, hands roaming through her torso, one resting at her hip and the other encircling her waist completely. It felt good, warm and caring. Above all, it felt safe. Safer than she had ever felt in another lover’s arms.
She was slightly surprised by the contact between their tongues, meeting halfway somewhere during that kiss. He tasted like spices, like mint, like chocolate and coffee. He tasted of mystery and unrestrained passion. She could only lose herself in it and always crave for more.