Only Her

Only Her

I feel her eyes upon me; I sense the hold I have on her, but I can't help but wonder why. She's watching me -every movement- as I dance for her. Yes..I'm dancing only for her. This gives me great satisfaction -- dancing for her. I would say I feel quite smug, but I couldn't explain this feeling very well. So, I simply dance...my body caught up in the passion of the music.The song ends; I look up at her, finally. Our eyes lock...each of us unwavering in this game. I can feel the temperature of my body raise significantly, and I focus this heat into my gaze. I'm sure she can feel my hunger. Perhaps I can even call it need. Whatever it's name, this wanton feeling continues to grow, creating a perfectly lustful attitude in me.
We've played this game far too long, now. Dancing. Watching. Flirting with our desires, but never conceding to them. Week after week, we play the same game. Now, I grow tired of it. I want more, and I know that this intensified desire within me will demand satisfaction. It will not allow my demure manner to push it aside this time.I feel compelled to go to her. Her eyes are inviting me, drawing me. I have no more resistance, and I slide through the crowd, overcome with anticipation.Our faces are merely inches apart, and I could swear we're the only two people in existence. This close, her unbridled passion is intensely apparent. Our eyes are still quite locked on each other, and I'm finding it impossible to restrain myself. Even she seems to be struggling with a similar dilemma.My lips are pressed to hers, and there's no longer time to dwell on it. I've done it...I'm kissing her. What's more amazing is the fact that she's returning it! Our mouths are hungry for each other. I doubt I can get enough; I only want more and more, yet...I pull away. I look at her, asking the question, and she nods.
She's come home with me. I don't even bother with the lights. Our clothing falls into a heap on the floor. I lead her to the bed, and she crawls onto it, turning back to face me on her knees. I join her. I begin my exploration...my 'taking' of her.My lips press to hers once again, our tongues dancing together...hungrily exploring each other's mouths. I'm reminded of what I like most about a woman...her softness.Soon, my hungering mouth searches for more. My tongue finds a path down her delicate neck. It spends little time there and continues to her breasts, where I suck each on in turn, my teeth grazing her nipples, and I feel them harden. This excites me...her arousal...and I feel a warmth spreading throughout me. My own nipples are hard from her fingers teasing them..pressing them.I lay her on her back and let my mouth wander down her belly to the center of her warmth. Her breaths become shorter as I bury my face between her thighs, my tongue flickering and exploring. She's wet. I slide a finger inside of her and feel her muscles tighten, begging for more.She squirms, then turns herself around in a position to do the same for me. Which she does. I can feel her warm mouth sucking and her tongue licking me...delving inside me and back out to play with my hardened clit.She presses two fingers deep into me. I gasp slightly, revelling in the sensation. Our thrusting fingers and flickering tongues continue their pleasuring...the both of us on the verge of utter bliss. She's wonderful...and intensely fulfilling. I come with a wild abandon, a great satisfying pleasure...and am driven even further to make hers spectacular.My mouth sucks on her clit, my teeth nipping at it...my fingers feel her clench tightly around them and thrust slightly harder into her...deeper. With her hips raised to meet my face, she orgasms, and I lick hungrily at her...pleased at her divine ecstasy.

"In our lives, we hunger for those we can not touch"