Original Poetry Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Animalistic ❯ Foreplay ( Chapter 1 )

This story while based on real people and events, is of my own creation. So please no stealing or anything. Enjoy.

 

 

Wanting...

The touch of your hand as it traces my face...My lips...My skin...Tantalizing every part of me. Stirring the longing I have for you. My once silent breath is punctuated with the sounds of my moans; soft, but still there.

Do you know what you do to me? How this sweet torture affects me? Such caresses could make me fall in love with you... But, alas, what do I know of love? For now I'll live in your embrace, savouring what is now; our passion.

Trace your lips along my neck, yes right there! I can feel you smirk along my throat, feeling that boost of male pride at making one such as I turn into some wanton whore. The good girl, the one staying away from the sinful touch of a man for so long has finally succumbed to carnal pleasure. It was inevitable I suppose: The heated looks, the playful flirting, and the lusty touches.

The curiosity...

All of it led to this single solitary moment. Frantic groping in a car. You know that curiosity killed the cat my dear? Ahh, but satisfaction brought it back! That kind of thinking gets one in trouble, but who can think when one has someone's lips trail the topmost curve of your breast? Not this one I'm afraid.

The teasing...

You want it to stop. For him to finally take that peak into his mouth and—Yes! The pleasure peaks once again. Never sating however, only fuelling the fire you feel down below. Now your breath features words. Yes. More. Please. You arch your back, willing him to go further. To read your mind. To take the hand that is tracing circles on your side to make itself more useful on a different part of your anatomy. He moves the hand, but not where you want it. Instead he threads it through your hair, feeling the softness, the texture. It's driving you mad. You open your lust filled eyes to look into his equally heated ones.

More...

Your parted lips whisper softly. Barely making a sound but he hears it still. You want him. To taste his skin as he did yours so you pull back. Eliciting a confused look until you pushed aside his open shirt to trace your tongue along his chest. The moan he releases stirs your blood, making you feel that same burst of ego he experienced. That raw, animalistic pride. You should feel ashamed you gather, for acting this way, but the passion, the feelings all but make those thoughts disappear.

Teeth...

Nip gently lower, never hurting only serving to tease more and more. You look up smugly; he looks down, anticipation and uncertainty etched in his face. Is she really going to do it? He wonders. And yes, you are. Curiosity once more rears it's pretty little head. All that's heard now is the sound of his zipper and the whirring of the air conditioner. Quietness...and then, he's free. All his male glory shown to your virgin eyes. You can't help but stare at him, he's bigger than you thought and he notices it. Don't be afraid, he says but you are anyway. Still, you hesitantly take him into your mouth. Inch by inch. True, you can't take much but that doesn't stop him from throwing his head back in pleasure. You set about to explore it. A few licks here to the head, a couple of stokes to his length, sucking as much as you can fit without gagging. He seems to enjoy it you note, so you stroke some more, swirl your tongue around him, flicking, teasing, driving him to the point of madness. Suddenly, he can't take your torturous pace anymore, so he threads those fingers of his through your hair, just not as gently as before. He's urging you faster so you try to keep up. His moans are coming louder now, more frequent. You can't stop from joining in; his pleasure is becoming your pleasure.

Wetness...

You feel it dripping you dirty slut. Seeping into those cute little panties you wore in hopes of him seeing them. You long to feel fingers there soothing that ache building between your thighs. Strangely though, you know yours won't be much help. It has to be his, the ones that brought you to this fever pitch. Still you trace your free hand along your soaking folds hidden beneath your skirt, bringing a guttural, animalistic moan (or is it more of a growl?) from his lips. Watching you fondle yourself brings him closer. Now his hips are jerking more, his hands a little more forceful as he nears completion. You don't mind, this is making you hotter than any of your dirty fantasies ever have. The feel, the bittersweet taste of him is driving your senses mad! Who could ever have imagined that sucking your friend's cock like that could get you so turned on? You turn your eyes up to his once again. You can feel that he's close (all those romance novels taught you well) but he still hasn't come. You lift your mouth away from him and say while stroking him, please, come for me. That all it took, the pleading in your eyes, your voice drove him over the edge. Quickly you replace your mouth, one part of you not wanting to make a mess of your car, the other wanting to know what he tastes like (there's that curiosity again).

Sweet...

Yet slightly bitter, but it's not too bad. Kind of disgusting if you think about it, swallowing his cum, but you don't think about it, not this time at least. You just take it as it comes, drop by drop. You take it all, licking it up, never stopping his pleasure until he's fully done. Odd, he's still hard you. No matter, time for that will soon arrive. Still, you gently stroke him, bringing him out of his lust-filled haze while simultaneously keeping him in that state of wanting. He opens his eyes, wonder etched on his face. Seems he never really believed that the innocent virgin he teased this whole time could bring him that much pleasure. He brings your face closer to his and whispers, delighting in your shivers as his lips trace the shell of your ear, let me repay the favour...