He was sure and passionate in his movements as his hands found my breasts and his thumbs lightly stroked my nipples. I felt their immediate response and groaned deep in my throat. My body felt like it was on fire and I wanted to get even closer to him. I writhed in his arms, my hands seeking the skin beneath his shirt. I frantically unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. My hands roamed freely over his warm flesh. Feeling the hard lines and ridges of his shoulders, chest, and abs.
“I don’t want to rush you,” he said in a scratchy rasp as his tongue licked a path to my breasts.
“You’re not, please,” I breathed arching my back towards him. “It feels right.” I confessed.
His startling blue eyes were filled with passion and desire as he lowered my back onto the bed. His began to lick and suck my exposed chest. I hissed in surprise and yearning as his lips found my nipple. He drew it into his warm mouth and started to gently tug on it.
I closed my eyes in ecstasy, not believing the feeling running rampant in my body. He knew his way around my body and I wanted more. He stopped his ministrations on my nipple.
I groaned out in disappointment as I grabbed the back of his head and ran my fingers through his thick, dark hair.
He laughed throatily. “Don’t worry, sweetheart.”
Soon his lips were on my other breast and I sighed in contentment. His hands began to brush my stomach and I felt my stomach quiver under his sure hands. I tensed only a moment as his hand brushed against my womanhood. Bad memories wanted to flood in, but he must have sensed it because his lips found mine once more and I felt myself relaxing. He continued to stroke me, his finger brushing against my sensitive core.
I was eager to feel him as well as I started to reach for his buckle and zipper.
“You don’t have to,” he rasped. “I just want to touch you.” He buried his lips in my neck once more, gently suckling on the sensitive flesh.
“I want to feel you too,” I i
nsisted as I continued to try and fumble with his fastenings. He stood up and I instantly felt bereft until he started working at the fastenings himself. His eyes were darker, but they were burning bright.
He slid out of his clothes, his pants and boxers pooling at his feet, and I was only given a brief glimpse of him, surprised momentarily by his size. I gulped, but my thoughts were dashed away, as his lips found my breast and his hand found my aching core once more. I gripped him in my hands, firmly but gently. Liking the feel of his warm steel. I pushed away my thoughts, telling myself he was my connected. He wouldn’t hurt me. I wanted to do this. No one was forcing me.
Thoughts escaped me as he put more pressure on the center of my core and rubbed it with his thumb and his other finger dipped further down.
For the second time ever, I heard him curse. “You are so wet,” he groaned.
I pulled his lips to mine, before I began to stroke him with renewed energy. “For you,” I sighed as my hips arched into his hand.
I stiffened only for a moment as his finger dipped into me and rubbed my core at the same time. Our tongues mimicked the moments of his fingers.
I felt my body building in pressure as I only felt once before. This time it felt more explosive and consuming. I heard him groan above me as he buried his head in my shoulder and soon I felt my body spiraling out of control, reaching a crescendo of great heights. I felt his warmth spread on my hands just as I fell apart in his arms. I gently bit his shoulder trying to muffle the sounds of the screams coming from my throat.
I felt our connection soar through us violently, weaving us together. Behind my closed lids I almost swore I saw the bright green, red, and purple strands surrounding us.
When my body stopped quivering he pulled me into his warm, hard body and rolled us, so I was cradled on his chest. His breathing was still labored, and I tried to control my own breathing.
The straining I felt earlier was gone, leaving me with only contentment and languidness.
“Thank you,” I whispered against his chest.
He chuckled softly. “It is I that should be thanking you.” He cleared his throat. “I have never felt so…complete before, without the actual act.”
“Thanks, I guess,” I said dryly.
He chuckled once more. “You don’t understand. If that felt so great, I can only imagine what it would feel like when I completely take you.”
“What’s stopping you?” I asked cheekily as I straddled his waist.
His eyes widened in surprise, a small smile around his lips. “I have a feeling you’ll never cease to amaze me.” He shifted slightly so my core rubbed against his stirring member, already ready. “As much as I want to feel your wetness around me, I have a feeling we have some friends on the other side of the door,” he said wryly.
I groaned as I collapsed on top of his chest. “Do you think it will always be like this or just until the connections are made, because I would hate to think anytime I wanted to be spontaneous, I couldn’t.”
His large hands caressed my back with slow movements. My skin instantly quivered under his touch. “I imagine once the connections are made, we can do whatever we wanted without the others knowing.”
I sighed. “I hope so. I need to jump in the shower to rinse off, want to join me?” I asked shyly.