Lust and Longing

Hehe.. Being playful I suppose. Not the best work ever =[

The warm steam flooded the granite tiled room. The walk-in shower was steamed, and blurred her soft figure. The heated water showered down on her soft skin, and made it tingle with warmth. In response to the temperature change she felt goose-bumps scamper up her thighs, to the tips of her breasts. She slicked her wet hair back, to better feel the warm droplets on her closed lids, and high cheek bones. Meanwhile, her gently-curved hips swayed to the song playing in her head, and her off-beat humming hovered with the steam.

Then, just as she got into the rhythm of the silent song, strong, firm arms snaked about her waist, and suddenly she was pressed tightly to an, evidently well sculpted, body. As this sensual stranger drew her hips near his, the slight curve of her bum came up against something she longed to feel within her. The hot droplets of water from the shower felt almost cold compared to heat of his breath on her neck. Her perky, round breasts were puckered at the tips, as if begging for his touch of their own accord, and those large masculine hands obliged, cupping them tenderly.

As his one hand toyed with every inch of sensitive skin it could find, the other followed the wandering water-droplets between her breasts, and slowly down her stomach. Those long rough-tipped fingers tickled her sides and wandered down to her hips, before rubbing against her soft thighs. Her whole body was on fire, and just as she thought she could take no more; those devilish finger found her, filled her. Her knees buckled as she gasped and clutched at his fore-arms about her. Unable to keep up-right as he ravished her and whispered sweet-nothing in her ear, and against her neck, her knees gave way under her.

Just as she would’ve fallen onto the floor of the shower, she was suddenly falling face down into white satin sheets. Before she could fully recover, and comprehend her nudity, he was leaning over her. As she began to get up he slid a white silk sheet about her eyes, blind folding her and laying her flat on her back. Her words of confusion lodged in her throat as his lips came down on hers, and wandered lower. He nipped at her lips, and then licked her ear. Kissing his way down her cheek, and stopping at her neck to nibble, he nearly drove her mad with his teasing. Those soft but firm lips suckled and left little love-mark all over her flawless skin, making her gasp softly.

He finished teasing and torturing her n*****s, and his lips wandered lower yet. His rough chin left a hot trail in its wake, as his lips and teeth continued their adventure. As he nipped her hip, her fingers dug into the bed-sheets and she arched her hips, silently begging for more. When he licked and kissed her pelvis just by her hip, her laboured gasps turned in whimpers and she stammered incoherently. She could feel his grin against her skin and just when she was sure she’d die, he tasted her, with one long lustrous stroke of his tongue. As she cried out weakly and blindly clutched at his hair, she was unprepared for what came after that.

The sound of an innocent in the throes of pleasure filled the room. Unable to see what he was doing to her body, she felt vulnerable. As his tongue moved slowly over her heat, she arched her back and moaned helplessly crying out softly at each stroke, mumbling and whimpering that she will “explode”. Just as she neared her climax he slipped his warm tongue deep inside of her. The heat and erotic-ness of it all had her nearly screaming as she “exploded” for the first time, and he shamelessly tasted her pleasure. She gasped and made small sounds of startled pleasure as he continued to move within her. Then pulling away, his fingers took the place of his tongue.

Feeling pleasure over-take her once more, she was startled that she may climax again. He nearly drove her mad, as she cried out again and again, her body twisting and writhing as if shifting positions will bring the pleasure she longed for, faster. His hands moved quickly, and just as she squeezed about him he pulled those heavenly hands away. Shocked, and in the throes of her sexual heat, she arched her hips whimpering weakly, a silent gesture that begged for more…

When she was quite sure that she would die if he did not do something soon, she felt his hardness against her. Gasping loudly all she could say was, “oh!” Just as he began to fill her tightness with his evidently large and very hard mass, the satin sheets disappeared, and with them so did she.

He opened his green eyes and looked up at the ceiling, and then down at himself. Everything was gone… it was just him now, alone in bed… And of course the gift the imaginary woman left behind for him. It twitched in disdain at him and he groaned, running his large hands through his dark hair. Getting up and letting the sheets fall away, he stalked to the bathroom, his every muscle tense from arousal and rippling with the slightest movement, ready to complete the end of the dream himself. Then the shower turned on, and steam rolled out of the bathroom. A slight echo of a moan hovered with the steam.

Author's Note

Let me know what you think

Reviews

[Moflo]

You definitely have this genre down! Haha Again the descriptions are great, far superior to others who have tried to write as such. You also do good with setting in this piece, and that's another good trait! good work.

[Vincent]

This is really good, the descriptions are so vivid, those acts were close to perfection. You made it so clear how pleasure and pain can be linked to one another in that moment, it seemed to hurt. Nice twist as well

[Jim Parson]

Wow! This was incredibly erotic...no, this was smokin' HOT! I have dabbled in erotica in the past and have even published a collection, but nothing I've ever written comes close to this! Well done!

[Fuzzy_Poluzah]

... Lol next time I gotta makE sure I look at my read requests when my moms not there :D good/awkward read though! Great job.

[Dream Weaver]

A fiery passionate and very sensually described story.
A powerful romantic scenario written with erotic lusting.
Well done...

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so evidently written by a woman :)

LOL...your sensual dance with the words was soft and eloquent..I personally wouldn't have called the poem wet dream, you give away the ending before you have even started reading..and the ending was great..