The Touch

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by Michael James

Copyright ©2002

The touch of skin, the scent of sex, the look between eyes, the rush of excitement, the quiver of lips. These thoughts are what make us animals!

To look into the eyes of another and see your own thoughts returned. To observe the lips drying and to see the tongue flicker out, to moisten them. To see and to know the reason for the uncontrollable twitch of the lips. To feel your heart race with the thought of what is to come. The knowledge of what the skin will feel like to touch. With the fingers, the lips, the tongue. To take in the scent of the flesh, from the toes to the face.

’m standing there, I see you. I see you looking, you don’t care if I see you or not. You want me to see you. I hold your gaze. You don’t scare me; I’m like you. I know what you want, no, what you need! I will give it but I will also take.

You come to me and you seek a kill but your prey is as much a hunter as you. We hunt with looks, with words, with the way we will move around one and other. We talk of many topics. The thrill is as much in the mind as in the organs of sex. You know I am hunting as well. You raise your head and you laugh. You think you will win but you don’t know. For once you are nervous but you like the thrill, this hunt will be the best yet. The battle has begun. The lines are drawn there can be no turning back without admitting defeat. A thought that never enters your mind.

We touch fingers and we can feel the heat, the heat of things to come. In our talk we make plans. We must see each other again. This can not end without the kill. We both know this. So with blood Surging through our veins we part in knowing that the next time, the parting will not be as lenient.

It is time, we must meet. I see you as the huntress; your weapons are visible. Your eyes with just enough marks to highlight them but not enough to over shadow them. You breasts and your thighs both show enough flesh to sway a saint. You are mine. Or am I yours.

We talk, we eat, we flirt and we hunt. With every parry there is a thrust. We must leave so we decide my house will be the next battleground. During the drive you notice my eyes lingering on your thighs and you love it. This will be easy. You allow the skirt to ride; your legs are never together. You tease me by absently stroking the inside of your thigh with your precise nails. You can see the effect, my breathing speeds, you see me move in my seat. You know the pulse between my thighs is pumping. You raise your hand higher along your thigh. Want me to squirm, you want me to pay for making your hunt last so long. I know this so I stop I will not react. I will have you in my bed. I know you can’t help it. You must have what you want even if it means giving me what I want.

We are home and between the car and the door no words are spoken. The only sounds we hear is the throbbing of our blood in our own ears .We enter the house and we sit in the lounge and you face me. One ankle crossed under your leg. You’re daring me to see were I want to be. There is no thought in my head that you are teasing for I know you want it as much as I do. I put on music while we talk and you can’t help but notice the rhythmical pumping of the notes.

While we are talking we move closer. It is as if we are drawn towards one an other. I can see your lips so clearly they appear to rich with blood. I must have them. I must taste them. I Feel fear. For I know I am giving you power. I lean into you and you don’t pull away. Our lips meet and it is soft. The parting of our lips is only filled by our tongues as we savour the tastes of each other. Our hearts pound, as our kiss becomes more forceful. Our hands begin the work of touch and be touched. To seek for limits if there are any.

I kiss your neck as your head roles back in wanton desire. You can feel my fingers stroking the inside of your thighs. You feel the scratch of my nails on the soft flesh. I’m kissing your throat my lips making the progression down to your breast. I lick and suck down to your cleavage the whole time you can feel my hand approaching the throbbing between your thighs. The moment has arrived. As I touch you, you throw me back so I am against the lounge. I protest and you laugh it is your turn to dine. You bite my lip as you suck my tongue into your mouth. I can’t help but to appease you. Your hands are on my body. Stroking, feeling, scratching. You bite my neck like the animal you are. You must have flesh if not to devour but to taste. The touch of your hands, the touch of your mouth, I’m losing control. I must feel, I must touch.

I reach up to cup your breasts. To feel the tender flesh beneath my palms makes my mouth water at the thought that I must lick them and suck them into my mouth. You raise my shirt and you sick my nipples into your mouth, the whole time your nails are drawing across my stomach. The mix of please and pain is perfect. I learn and I adapt, I squeeze and role your nipples, I scratch your sides. Your hand drags down to my jeans they effortlessly undo my buckle and within no time your fingers are wrapped around my cock. The force of your fingers drives me to thrust up into your hand. Your tongue flashes out and flicks the head licking the pre-cum that can’t help but come out. Your fingers keep stroking as your mouth engulfs my shaft. I feel my orgasm approaching and I know that I must change my thoughts. I force your face from my cock then I have you kneel in front of me so I can suckle from your breasts. My lips are numb as my hands cup you. I hold you up so as to worship them as I bring my mouth to you. The texture is perfect. The hardening nipples move as if they are trying to go further into my mouth.

The scent of sex is strong in the air. I must taste you; I must drink from you. My tongue must enter every opening into your body.

As I suck from your breasts my fingers move up your thighs to your cunt. I stroke it trying to find your clit. I want to feel you shudder, while I stroke the softness between your legs. You feel my fingers enter you. First one, then two. You can feel them moving inside of you, as if they are searching, looking, exploring you. With my other hand I push you back and lay you down so as to gain access to you. I begin kissing my way down licking and sucking all that my mouth touches. Until finally my mouth is over your sex. I can see the softness. The pink lips full of blood and waiting to be sucked into my mouth. I can see your juice leaking out and flowing to your ass. The place were my tongue must finish. The scent of you is filling my senses. I can hold back no more, my tongue snakes out to make contact with the most delightful taste it has ever savoured. With long slow strokes I lick from your ass to your clit then repeat it over and over again. Until finally I dive my tongue deep inside of you swirling and swirling my tongue around. I lick and drink you like a man in the desert coming upon an oasis. The whole time you can feel my fingers touching and probing trying to find an entrance. Until they fall upon your tight ass. I hear the sharp intake of breath, as you know what is to come. And as my cunt slick finger slides inside I hear you moan, and I know you want me to go on. I slowly withdraw my finger and tongue and my hands hold your hips as I role you over. You look back over your shoulder as you feel my hand on your butt opening you up for my mouth. As my tongue assaults your ass my fingers invades your cunt. First two then four then five. Whilst my tongue is deep in your ass my fist is in your cunt. I feel you cum around my fist but I’m not finished and neither are you.

You tell me to fuck you, to fuck you now! I can hold back no more. I slide up your body from behind. You can feel my hardness against your ass. I stroke my cock along your ass wanting to feel you against me. I position my self at the entrance to you. With the lust of our passion I drive hard into you. Fucking you deep and hard. You can feel my balls with every thrust, slapping against your clit. I can feel you push back with every thrust as we fall into a rhythm of sex. A rhythm lovers take months to learn but we achieve our first time. This is sex between two hunters. Two hunters, that don’t realise their love for each other.

You tell me to let you role so we can kiss while we fuck. The thrill of your mouth almost pushes me over the edge. I withdraw as you role but so soon we are coupled again. My lust for your body is never dieing. Your tongue searches for mine and you taste your self on my lips. You suck at my mouth trying to get all of the juice you can. I love it and I respond by giving you my tongue, allowing you to suck your self from me. The thought is more than I can handle. And whilst our mouths are locked in a passionate embrace I am brought to the brink of no return. I can feel the building of the surge that I know will empty into you. You can hear the sounds of my pleasure. You want me to cum, You want to see it, to hear it and to most of all feel it deep inside of you. To feel my cum jetting and pumping deep into you this is why you are here.

I can no longer hold back. And with my cries of passion. I orgasm deep into your cunt. You feel the contractions of my cock as it burst its seed into you. The whole time our mouths never part and you can hear and feel my sounds of pleasure.

As my orgasm slows so does our kissing. But never ending they simply evolve into soft kisses and licks .To your face, your neck and your breasts.

In each other’s arms we fall asleep not to dream of sex and lust and passion. But to dream of love and touching and softness. All of the things we would never admit to each other..

And so, our first night has ended with the thoughts and the dreams we secretly desire locked away safely in our dreams. Maybe one day we will admit them to each other. Maybe. If we are brave .........

To touch and to be touched.

To love and to be loved.

Is this not,

All that we need?