The Evening Out

Placing my arm outside of the window, I allow the strong breeze from outside our speeding vehicle to let my hand float in mid-air. It is such a wonderful evening; cool outside, the moon is a bright yellow orb hovering above us as it illuminates the highway, I can smell the fresh after-scent of the last rainfall in the air, and you are here beside me.

Wishing to cherish this moment longer with you, I gently place my fingers on your thigh and press my lips into your cheek, careful not to distract your vision from the road. This evening, unlike others, a sudden, yet strange, urge has overtaken me. I grasp your hand that is resting on the stick-shift and softly kiss the back of it. Your skin, not yet overworked, is smooth under my lips. Leaving a trail of light kisses across your hand, I reach your fingertips.

Running my teeth slightly across your middle fingertip, I press your finger into my mouth. I watch your face closely in hope for some sort of reaction.

Success!

I grin slyly as I see you pull in your bottom lip, biting on it gently with my current tease haunting your thoughts, invading your ability to function fully. It thrills me that I can overpower you in such ways as this.

We arrive at a stop light and you look over in my direction. Guiding your fingers lightly across my face, you press your lips to mine. The smell of your cologne fills my senses and I am lost in you for this small moment. The sudden, strange, urge returns to me again. The need to be more regnant with you sends chills through me.

"Hey baby, can you take me home now for a while?" I ask you innocently. Nodding slowly yet hesitantly, you almost unwillingly agree. I sense your distress, thinking that I am done for the evening, believing I want to go home and rest. I let you think this the entire way home.

Almost unable to keep myself well composed once you pull in front of my apartment, I calmly get out of the car and dig for my keys. Sounding almost tired and annoyed, you call to me from the driver's seat, "Babe, are you not going to even tell me goodbye?"

"Oh of course not," I reply with a smirk, thinking to myself  I walk around the car to your open door and lean in to you. Kissing your cheek, I mutter into your now fully alert ear to come in with me for a while.

As though something shot you right out of the car, you jump out and shut your door. Following me up the stairs, I feel your hands on my hips as the heat inside myself begins to burn for you. I fumble with my keys in the door, my hands seem to shake endlessly and I honestly could not tell you why. Finally inside, I don't even bother turning on lights or checking my phone for messages.

Embracing me tightly, you bend to me in a deep kiss. Again, my urges take over and I feel beside myself with this newer "energy" I crave. We bump into the wall, my back against it, and I slyly guide my hands up under your shirt to feel the enticing warmth of your chest. As though you sense the rise of my exigencies, you trace your hand from my jawline down my neck, across my collarbone, and down through the top of my tank top. You know how much just your slightest touches can nearly drive me to the brink of insanity.

I wrap my arms around your shoulders as you guide your hands down my chest, unbuttoning the buttons down my tank and onward to my jeans. After pulling them off, your fingers glide along the thin straps of my thong, gently pulling them down past my hip bones, over the curve of my ass and then to the floor.

I sense the clearly remarkable touch your fingers over my now clearly wet mound, gently massaging me, bringing more heat from within me. My heart now pounding through my chest, I press myself against you in attempts to make you realize exactly what I want.

I can tell by the change of tightness in your pants that yes, you do understand and agree. I trace my fingers along the bulge forming there, growing larger with each sensation of my touch. I find your zipper and slowly, tauntingly, pull it down while unbuttoning you. Letting your pants and boxers slip to the carpet, I trace my fingers slowly up and down the length of your now fully erect member.

You trail your fingers across my neck then I feel your tongue follow. I pull your hands over my hips and you lift me up, wrapping my legs around you. I sense the heat from your body against mine and I am about to go mad with my desires for you. You press your body tighter to mine as I feel your hardness enter me firmly and surely. Moaning into your ear, I press my body into yours, attempting to hold you as deep as I can inside of me.

Feeling you press deeper and deeper into me against my living room wall, my senses heighten and I feel the urge to orgasm already. By your more erratic movements, I can tell you're right there with me.

"Baby I can't last," you moan to me as you kiss me deeply. Tightening my muscles over your member I feel you begin to pulse madly inside of me. Just this sensation causes my body to reach that height of pure pleasure and ecstasy.

Our bodies heat, the pulses from one another, the calm afterwords... We slide to the floor and now fully content, I softly kiss your lips. "I don't suppose you're wanting to leave yet?" I whisper to you, in hopes you'll stay longer.

You stand up, your fully naked body hovering over mine, and walk back to my bedroom. Glancing over your shoulder you hint with your eyes for me to follow. Rising, I more than willingly head down the hall to meet you in my room...