Woman-child

“Come sit with me,” he said, easing back onto the couch and watching her walk across the room. She could feel his eyes caressing, taking in her every move, causing self-consciousness to flood her senses – to the point that she was unable to look at him, for fear she would say or do something to ruin the moment.

He thought she was perfect.

She sat down beside him, not wanting to sit too close, or be too far away. With a shaky hand she took the wine he offered – sipped and smiled, trying hard not to wince at the sweet tartness, as he silently mused at her inexperience. After only half a glass she could feel the warmth flowing through her body and began to relax.

She was young, shy and innocent – clearly not used to being in the company of men and although he wanted her more than anything, he knew savoring her until the moment was right would be absolute bliss – pushing her to the edge until she begged him to take her.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered – reaching out and brushing the hair from her eyes – eyes filled with innocence, hunger, yearning and fear. She dropped her gaze and lowered her head, clearly embarrassed by his words. He gently touched her chin with his finger, slowly raising her face until she was looking at him and he once again had her full attention.

“You are…” he leaned in, barely touching his lips to hers.
“So…” he breathed the word into her mouth, his breath hot on her flesh, lingering now on her cheek.
“Beautiful…” he whispered in her ear, opened his mouth and suckled her neck – then slowly cupped her face in his hands, capturing her mouth with his.

She’d never been kissed with such tender passion – never felt so special and wanted – sensing the moments end coming, she reached up in one bold gesture, ran her hands through his hair and pulled him closer – her tongue exploring wildly, passion igniting inside her – instinct taking over as she leaned back slowly and pulled him down on top of her.

Her body was flooded with sensations she’d never before known, as her want and desire grew with each delicate caress – moments passing too quickly, her mind willing time to stop. The heat that radiated from within, slowly driving her mad – feeling the weight of him on top of her, as he pressed himself closer, rubbing his hardness against her – until she thought she’d burn up inside if he didn’t touch her.

She let her hands roam freely, taking in every inch of his body – drowning slowly in her own desire. He ran his hand along her hip, up the side of her body, teasingly brushing against her breast – lingering, unmoving – until she let out a little cry – then cupping it in his hand and gently squeezing – feeling her squirm beneath him, until she raised her hips to meet him.

He cradled her in his arm, rising above until he was looking down into her sultry wanton eyes, then slowly he thrust himself against her – fascinating at her response – as her eyes closed, her lips parted and her movements matched his stroke-for-stroke – her sweet young body trembling beneath his.

She moaned and he pulled her closer, letting her grind against him, until her breathing became labored and he eased her back down – his hand roaming downward between her breasts, lingering over her belly – coming to rest where he knew she wanted it – feeling her heat he rested his palm there – increasing the pressure just a bit – smiling to himself when she arched her back and raised her hips, pressing harder against his hand – a teardrop running down her cheek, her bottom lip quivering.

God, she was so fucking precious. He could only imagine how sweet it would be when he finally made her his – for now though it was enough to simply watch her reaction, as he touched her through a layer of clothing – her countenance revealing everything she was feeling. A woman-child if ever there was one.

~ by Jill Terry on April 18, 2008.