We're fighting, arguing more aptly. Can't even remember over what. Something inane and banal. Hurling angry words like daggers. Not because we mean them, but out of sheer frustration. We each can't see the others view. Maybe we're just too much in the moment to try.
You're turning, getting ready to walk away as you are wont to do. I decide this time it's not going to happen. You've done it before, and I hate it. So I grab on to your arm, try to spin you around. Fail miserably, you are bigger than me. You try to shake off my hands, but I'm not letting go. I can be just as stubborn as you. Celtic heritage, a source of pride and contention. I step in front of you. You tell me to move, I refuse. You quite literally pick me up to move me, big mistake! I wrap my legs around you waist and ask what you plan on doing now. You're mad, really mad, yet I trust you not to hurt me. Deep down inside I know you would never injure me intentionally.
Stepping outside myself I watch you glare at me, now refusing to speak. And all I can think is, damn that's hot. I'm wrapped around you, rubbing up against certain parts and indecisive of if I want to kill you or kiss you. I'm tired of fighting, I hate feeling like this towards you. Time for a change of tactic.
Impressed that you can support my weight, I tell you that I'm done talking to you too. I move your hair. My hand gets caught in it, go figure. I start kissing your neck, high behind your ear. You flinch away, asking what the hell I think I'm doing. That's when I remind you, you aren't speaking to me, remember. I go back to kissing your neck, nibbling here and there. You are now trying to remove me in earnest. Only problem is the more you try to shake me off the more bumping and grinding gets doing. And you may be pissed at me, but anger and passion go hand in hand. Your body evidently understands this principle, betraying it's own agenda.
I grab a handful of the curls at the back of your head, pull firmly out of the way, and bite just under the hair line. You suck in your breath as the beast twitches. You grab my hair pulling my head to face yours. You tell me to stop. I look you in the eye and very evenly say "No." I make to go at your neck again, but you still have a hold of my hair. Preventing me from moving. I pull but you have a pretty good grip. I watch your eyes defiantly. I decide to fight fire with fire, and start to slowly pull harder on your hair. You look vaguely amused for a moment, pulling a touch harder. OK now it hurts but I'll be damned if I'm letting you know that. Unbidden a small sound escapes my mouth. You raise your eyebrows at me as my eyes narrow. You loosen your grip a tad, figuring you've made your point. We're both breathing heavily, trying to stare the other down. Something flickers in your eyes.
Instead of pushing me away you're pulling to you hard. You grind you mouth into mine. Forcefully thrusting your tongue into my mouth. Almost like you're punishing me. I push back with my tongue just as hard, and nip at your lip. You start kissing and chewing your way down my neck. There will be marks left, but I don't care. Your hands grasp at my bum, digging your fingers in, pushing me roughly into your very hard erection. And that pretty much sends me over the edge. I don't care that you're mad at me, I can't even think of what it was I was fighting with you about. All I know is that I want you in the worst way.
I claw at the back of your shirt, trying to get it off. If it were possible I'd probably shred the damn thing. Your hands up my shirt doing the finger snap to undo my bra. Man I hate that you can do that so easily. I have the sensation of falling and feel the couch beneath me.. I finally get your shirt off, mine being a memory along with my bra. Before I can do anything you snag my wrists and pin them above my head. Sadly, your left hand is still stronger than my hands put together. I look up at you and your eyes seem to say, "you started this" You lean down for what I assume will be another hard kiss, but you lightly kiss my lips. Little nips and touches, teasing me. No real kiss just the idea of one. Then you begin to torment me in sweetly killing me in thousands of different ways with wanting. The worst being not being able to touch you.
Your lips caress the sides of my neck while your fingers deftly play with my nipple rings. Your mouth on my breasts, your tongue circling my puckered aerola. Your teeth pulling, not hard, on my rings. Breath hisses thru my teeth. I start fighting to free my hands. Not being able to feel your skin, taste the salty sweetness of your skin was undoing me. Then you speak. "If you keep that up, I'll stop" Holy hell what a dilemma. I say your name, half plea, half frustration.
You kiss my lips, moving your mouth over mine, but not long enuff for a deeper kiss. You once told me you could remove a girls pants with one hand, I didn't believe you. Yet again you've just proven me wrong. I really hate it when you're right.....bastard! Your pants are still on but I can feel all of you. I decide to do a little squirming....why should I be the only one suffering so exquisitely. But damn you're quick and you use your knee to nudge apart my legs. You run your hand up the back of my left thigh over my butt and tug my unders down. They go the way of my pants. I feel your fingers brush the juncture between my legs, then begin to explore the folds that lie there. I hear a whining whimpering sound and realize it's me. I'm panting, not even fighting anymore, becoming mindless with need. Finally your kiss me, really kiss me. Your tongue sliding against mine, dipping into the recesses of my mouth.
I notice something very hot and hard rubbing up and down my nether regions. The look on your face tells me you're rubbing yourself on my clit. Your grip on my hands loosens and I reach up grabbing your hair pulling you to me. I whisper in your ear how much I want you. One step away from begging you thrust all of that glorious maleness of you inside me. For a moment it burns but my body beyond comprehending that. Cupping my buttocks you tilt my hips to enable deeper penetration. Groaning at the intensity I hang on, while you rock your thrusts into my body. Each one taking me higher and higher. And you with me. I exploded into a myriad of tingling orgasmic nerves. I could have sworn I saw stars. You finished almost at the same time. And we lay there sticky and sweaty, breathing heavily. As I stroke you hair, as i am wont to do, I lay there wondering....what were we fighting about??
