Erotica: Counter Strike Part 1

“I want you naked,” He growled, “Now.”  The thought to deny him never even crossed her mind.  She disentangled herself and shimmied out of her sweater.  Stepping back he peeled off his shirt and she froze, her clothing forgotten for the moment.  All the moisture had abandoned her mouth for vistas further south.

She’d underestimated the sheer amount of space he took up in a kitchen, and she found herself plastered against his back for a nanosecond as she reached for the glass behind him.   She was acutely aware of the fact that even with that briefest of contact every muscle in his body stilled.  “That does it.”  He spun on his heel to face her and before she knew it his hands were on her hips and he was swinging her around and lifting her to sit on the counter.  She grabbed two fistfuls of shirt to anchor herself and tilted her chin up to look at him.  “Even when your eyes, and your body, told me something different, I respected that you said no.  But you sure as hell can’t say no one minute and then rub yourself all over me in the next!”

“All over you?!” She said angrily, “I didn’t even mean to touch you! I misjudged the distance between you and the stinking—–“He slammed his mouth over hers; cutting off any protest, and with a sound in the back of his throat invaded the slick interior of her mouth with one sure stab of his tongue.  His hands were wrapped around her waist and were amazingly gentle.  She barely registered the delicacy of his grip because she felt as though she had thrust a finger into an electrical socket.  Every cognitive ability she had skidded to a stop and stunning sensation shot from her lips throughout her body before finally coming to a stop pulsing between her thighs.  Her eyes fluttered shut and she shivered as his fingers stroked down her throat and across her chest, following the neckline of her sweater.  His hands dropped to her knees and he pulled her legs apart and promptly inserted himself in the space he’d created.  Her thighs bracketed his hips but he refused to close the gap that would press him firmly against her, and sudden she wanted that more than the air she breathed.

She tilted her hips up to meet his, but he ignored her invitation and continued to kiss her languorously, as if he had all night.  Wiggling in frustration she unhooked her fingers from his shirt and slid her arms around his waist.  As she slid his shirt up his torso his mouth lost its leisurely expertise and ground against hers.  She scooted forward to align the heavy denim seam that ran between her legs with the hard thick ridge behind the fly of his jeans.  Inhaling sharply at the contact, she locked her ankles behind his thighs.  He ripped his mouth free and swore viciously, while sliding his hands around to grasp her butt.  His head fell back and he rocked his hips against hers, moving mindlessly.  Abruptly his eyes open and he looked down at her.

“I want you naked,” He growled, “Now.”  The thought to deny him never even crossed her mind.  She disentangled herself and shimmied out of her sweater.  Stepping back he peeled off his shirt and she froze, her clothing forgotten for the moment.  All the moisture had abandoned her mouth for vistas further south.   His hands paused as he looked at her with a look of bare hunger on his face.  “You’re way behind.  Take that off.” He said, nodding towards her top.  She fumbled her way out of the tank and while her hands were still crossed over her head she heard him take a sharp breath in.  In the next second, her bra was unhooked and tossed away and hot hands enveloped her breasts.  Without releasing his hold, he bend his head and kissed her, and she was once again a mass of nerve endings, all reaching for him at once.  She felt his thumbs slide down the curve of her breasts to capture her nipples between his fingers.  He tugged, and a moan escaped from her throat.  He released one breast and grabbed her by the back of her neck, clamping his mouth down on hers.  His kiss was rough this time and moving between her thighs he ground his erection against her as though he could work his way inside of her despite the layers of fabric keeping them apart.

To be continued……..

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