Want. It is a powerful thing. To the mind of a teenager, albeit a remarkably mature one, it was an all consuming thing. Want was a hunger that could not be sated by words and even the actions that lead to it only seemed to add fuel to the flame. She wanted him.
She wanted him.
There might have been many others who would willingly and with enthusiasm shared a bed with her had she approached them, but she had one one object of her desire, her affection. Where before they had been cautious and careful, drawing strict boundaries between them; now they seemed to want to break every self imposed rule they'd created.
Every time his hand grazed her skin she made a sound, a tiny gasp of surprise or a mewl of pleasure or a low, throaty moan of need. The only frustrating part was not knowing what it was she needed, well in broad terms she knew, she understood what made her ache and feel empty. But specifically what did she want? Release? Pleasure? A lover? What would happen when and if they had their fill of each others bodies; assuming she ever could get her fill.
Her legs parted and slid to rest on the bedspread, knees drew up to allow her to straddle his hips. Ohhh that reaction of his, it made her bite her lower lip and pull back to look at him. If her green eyes had been aflame before they were an inferno now. She smoldered for him, and that heat was not lacking in their near connection below. Her hips rocked on him, even with cloth between them there was friction and that was delicious.
Natalia's lips moved from his and drew down along his jaw line. Rough stubble scraped against soft skin, each inch of the path traced in fiery marks of mouth, teeth and tongue. She moved further still, working her way along his throat and glorying in the way it made his Adam's apple jump when she nipped and licked her way back. Her teeth worried over the soft flesh of his ear lobe, tugging gently before sucking softly at it. She spoke the words, words women and men have said in a thousand languages since the dawn of time. She knew what she wanted, and she made it clear.
no subject
She wanted him.
She wanted him.
There might have been many others who would willingly and with enthusiasm shared a bed with her had she approached them, but she had one one object of her desire, her affection. Where before they had been cautious and careful, drawing strict boundaries between them; now they seemed to want to break every self imposed rule they'd created.
Every time his hand grazed her skin she made a sound, a tiny gasp of surprise or a mewl of pleasure or a low, throaty moan of need. The only frustrating part was not knowing what it was she needed, well in broad terms she knew, she understood what made her ache and feel empty. But specifically what did she want? Release? Pleasure? A lover? What would happen when and if they had their fill of each others bodies; assuming she ever could get her fill.
Her legs parted and slid to rest on the bedspread, knees drew up to allow her to straddle his hips. Ohhh that reaction of his, it made her bite her lower lip and pull back to look at him. If her green eyes had been aflame before they were an inferno now. She smoldered for him, and that heat was not lacking in their near connection below. Her hips rocked on him, even with cloth between them there was friction and that was delicious.
Natalia's lips moved from his and drew down along his jaw line. Rough stubble scraped against soft skin, each inch of the path traced in fiery marks of mouth, teeth and tongue. She moved further still, working her way along his throat and glorying in the way it made his Adam's apple jump when she nipped and licked her way back. Her teeth worried over the soft flesh of his ear lobe, tugging gently before sucking softly at it. She spoke the words, words women and men have said in a thousand languages since the dawn of time. She knew what she wanted, and she made it clear.