Desperate to Touch

His fingers dig into my flesh as my legs wrap around his hips. His hard touch softens as he nips my bottom lip and pulls back, breathless.

With his body pressed against me and my hands on his muscular chest, I stare into his eyes wanting to know what the hell has gotten into him.

Before I can speak, he nudges his nose against mine and my eyes close from the tender touch. He kisses me once, short and soft.

Then he kisses me again and this time he deepens it. The water’s still running, but I couldn’t care less. I moan into his mouth and let him love me the way he knows how.

He nips my bottom lip, my breasts pressing flat against his chest as he leans forward, pinning me where I am.

Instantly, I’m hot and I feel suffocated. I crane my neck, to breathe cooler air, and he takes that as a sign to rake his teeth down my neck. The hint of pain as he drags his teeth and then bites down on my shoulder only ignites pleasure deep down in my belly and then lower.

“Seth,” I moan.

“I fucking love it when you say my name,” he groans in the crook of my neck before picking me up, one arm keeping me pinned to him.

He turns off the water, turns off the light. He doesn’t ask at all if I was done. I hadn’t even begun but none of it matters.

With the lights still off in my bedroom, he lays me down, never separating his body from mine and continues his slow, deliberate nips and kisses down my body. He peels my clothes down as he goes. When he gets to my waist, I have to prop myself up to take off my shirt. With my arms above my head, the shirt covering my face for just a moment, Seth unhooks my bra and viciously sucks my nipple. Gasping, I arch my back, and nearly buck him away from me because of the sudden onslaught of pleasure. He’s everywhere at once, his hands, his lips, his hard body pinning me down, feeling my curves, worshiping every inch of me.

He only breaks long enough to remove his own shirt and then his pants after he’s removed mine.

With both of us naked and panting he braces himself over me, in the perfect position to have me. I can’t help but to reach up and kiss him, again and again, on his jaw, his lips, down to his neck. My touch isn’t as rough and primal as his, but it’s just as needy.

“Touch yourself,” Seth says, pulling back when I kiss him again. My lips brush against his, the electricity vibrating through my body. It takes me a moment, my head spinning with desire to realize what he said.

“What?”

“You heard me,” he commands, “touch yourself the way you did when you thought about me.”

Thump. My heart pounds from the tone of his voice.

Unconsciously my left leg wraps around his thigh, wanting to urge him on, to have him lose control with me.

“I want you,” I whisper, practically begging him.

“Touch yourself first, Babygirl.” The depths of his eyes reflect only lust and that gives me hope in the uncertainty of what he’s doing. “I want you to know the difference,” he says, his voice deep and jagged with his own need that he’s resisting. “I need you to feel what you can do all by yourself and then feel what I give you.”

I crash my lips against his frantically and before he can pull away, my right hand moves to my clit. My nipples are pebbled against his chest and every small movement feels like heaven against them.

A small protest of a moan slips by me when Seth sits up on his knees, watching me in the dark bedroom as I touch myself beneath him. My head falls to the side as I circle my clit, but Seth’s quick to put an end to that.

With his hand on my throat, he forces me to look up. “I want to see you,” he whispers roughly with his other hand wrapped around his cock and I cum, just like that. I could see him stroking himself as I do the same to myself and the very thought of him losing himself on me was my undoing.

“So easy,” he teases me in a murmur, leaning down to kiss me as the waves of my orgasm rock through me, heating my skin, paralyzing my senses in overwhelming pleasure.

Before the pleasure has waned, Seth grips my hips and flips me onto my belly in a swift movement that causes me to yelp in surprise. Lying flat on my belly, he teases my entrance, his thick head probing and playing.

“So easy, so wet. Tell me it’s just for me.”

With my eyes closed his command envelops me. Of course it’s just for him. It’s always been him.