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(First Encounter-}
{2003-10-26} {11:45 a.m.}
This is all based on a dream I had last night. God bless us all and don't go over board with the extremes.
"There's a half naked woman looking for you across the hall"
I turned to look across the room and realized that I had forgotten to shut my door. Which was just as well as I glanced at who was standing there. Following her sculptered legs up her torso I looked past the rapid beating of my heart and set my eyes on her face and careless smile. "Oh? Is that so?" I stood up, closing the box I was unpacking and walked across the room, and leaned up against the door. Peering across and looking down the hall "Where is she? I see no one here" She leaned in closer to me and lightly whispered in my ear "She's waiting for you in my apartment" Forcing down an uncontrollable lump in my throat I looked up and saw her eyes dancing with amusement as she took my hand and led me down the hall to her apartment.
Intwining her fingers between mine she gave me a slight nugde. "Try not to be so discreet next time"
"Pardon?" She ran her fingers along my arm and leaned in closer to my body, so close that I could smell the scent of her body, even though it was just soap, she had that animal scent of lust or something just as wild and it was beginning to tear lose inside of me and I knew I had to control myself. Leaning in closer she trailed her fingers up my arm until I had to place my hand over my arm to stop the tingles, of feelings that were clouding my mind. "It's okay. I understand" Turning to her I said " I don't get your meaning Jess"
"You'll see" Unamused by her words and filled with fear I placed my hand upon her shoulder, "But Jessie, I don't know anything about a woman coming to see me. Especially one that's going be half naked"
"Look at me" Turning to face her just outside of her apartment door, I saw a gleam in her eyes the shining of amber beyond her dark mysterious green eyes and felt my legs get weak. "Jessie?" Feeling a lump form inside of my throat with my heart beating like drum, I could feel my owh breathe starting to quiver "What's going on Jessie"
"You'll see" and she slowly opened the door to her apartment, just delicately placing her hand on the small of my back slowly ushering me inside. Walking to the center of the room I saw candles lit and heard the music of Chopin playing softly in the background. Looking over my shoulder I turned around to look at her and saw for the first time her slim exotic body,the glow of her tan luminating her radiance as her hair was carelessly tossed over her shoulders. Full lips and warm eyes, looking at her made me breathless and nervous.
She walked up to me and placed her hands on my hips and looked deep into my eyes and said "I've been meaning to talk to you Chrissy" I could feel my throat getting lodged between something and felt my heart beating faster. I was sure she could hear it. Leaning in closer to me I could feel her heart beating like a rythmic drum, in precise tune with mine. "Jessie. I don't think-" "Then don't think" And she slowly brushed her lips across mine, teasingly, biting my lower lip. I could feel a moan forming in my chest, wanting and waiting to break free. I fisted my hands in her hair, caught up in the moment and felt myself feeling, needing; wanting. I was craving passion. I pulled her closer to me and the craving turned into a mixture of lust and lost power. We were touching, carressing; exploring as our kiss began to ravage the both of us.
I needed to focus. I had to focus, and forced myself to pull away. I had to break the connection but I couldn't. I placed my hands on her chest, breaking the barrier between us, and eased away. Placing the palms of my hands to my eyes, I pushed until I could get the images inside of my head to clear. I needed to focus. "Jessie what are we doing? This isn't right" Confused I turned away and paced to the window. Looking out of her apartment down on the busy street I could see cars going by, the bustle of a garbage truck and the squeek of a shopping cart as the local bag lady pushed and hummed her way to her safeness. "Jessie. This isn't right" I could hear her walking up behind me, looking down below. Placing her hand on my shoulders she turned me to face her.
"It's as right as it's supposed to be. If it wasn't you wouldn't have felt what you just did back there. I felt it too" "Look. I don't-" Shaking her head to stop the words, her eyes never left mine as she drew me closer, as her mouth once again covered mine. And the taste was ripe and hot and ready.
I trembled, maybe in protest, maybe in fear.
Her hands moved to my face, through my hair, over my shoulders as the kiss roughened, as she pushed me slowly back to the floor and covered me.
Panic scrambled inside of me to race with the desire that had sprung up fast and feral. I pushed at her shoulders as if to hold her off, even as I arched up to grind need against need. "I can't give you what you want. I don't have it in me" "Shh. If you don't like it we'll stop" But I couldn't stop. I didn't want to control what was taking me over. She took her mouth on a journey of my face while I quivered under her. Her lips brushed mine, teasing, tasting, testing. "Let me touch you Chrissy" She skimmed her hand up my ribs, and I felt a ripple of reaction as her fingers closed lightly over my breast. "Let me have you. Here" She lowered her mouth to within a whisper of mine, then shifted to my jaw and heard myself moan. The taste of her, just there along that soft, vulnerable spot where my pulse was beating thick and fast, flooded into me.
She said my name, only mine, and I was lost.
My fingers dug into her shoulders, then draggd through her hair to fist hard, to bring her mouth back to mine so I could pull her under with me inside the ride.
A savage rush of delight, the raw edge of desire. I felt us both as her mouth warred with mine, knowing the reckless greed as she yanked my shirt up, tore it away and filled her hands with me.
Srong and possessive, flesh molding flesh with the softness of the floor under my back and the primitive beat of blood in my veins. For the first time with her body pressed down on mine, I yeilded to her, to myself. As something inside of me went silky, my mind went blissfully blank, then filled with her; the giving on my body, the deepeening of breath, I felt a change. Surrender came sweet and unexpected. Her hands slowed, gentled, smoothing trembles, inticing more. With a lazy kind of deliberation that sent my head reeling, she began a long savoring journey.
"Jessie, I-"
"Don't speak. Just take what you want" Pleasure shimmered over my skin, warmed it, sensitized it. I rose fluidly when she lifted me, cradling herself between my thighs.
With a murmur of approval, I stripped her shirt away and reveled in the slick slide of flesh against flesh, of the comforting beat of her heart against mine. "More" In a dreamy altered state, I heard my own breathless demand and arched back to offer "Take more"
She was willow slim and water soft. The lovely line of her neck drew my lips over and down. The curve of her breats a fascination, the taste of it fresh. Her breath hitched and released as I closed my mouth over her, and need lept into my belly. As her muscles quivered my mouth grew more urgent. There was more. More to taste, more to take. Every demand unanswered, a moan, a movement, a murmur inticed to me to take myself beyond things I'd never imagined or felt before.
I unhooked her jeans and when I skimmed my tongue under and through her, her shocked jerk of responses had dark and dangeruos images swirling through my mind. I dragged her jeans over her hips, and as she reared, I took what I wanted.
She was a hot, smothering swell of sensation, her body fragrance of air too thick to breathe, and blood roaring to scream in my ears. With my mouth and teeth and tongue I drove her toward a peak we weren't prepared to face. She called out my name, branding my soul with hers, I had to fight against panicked excitement that threatened to swallow me whole. Her hands were gripping mine, and held fast. Heat pumped through us dewing our skin, scorching through our systems until pain and pleasure fused into one. I was straining for freedom even as her hips arched and begged for more.
Her cry of release shuddred through me. Her hand went lax in mine. Everything I wanted whittled down to her, that one place, in the moment. So I watched her face as I used my hands and drove her up again. And again.
Her eyes flew open , wide with shock, blind with pleasure. Her lips trembled as her breath tore through her. Sunlight scattered over her skin as she poured into my hand. Blood screaming, muscles quivering, I held myself over her. "Jessie." Her name was raw in my throat and full of need "Look at me." And as she opened her eyes, they were was green and deep as the shadows behind them. "Look at me because it matters. It's you. It's always been you." And I drove myself deep, and buried myself inside of her. As my vision dimmed I held on, waiting, craving, needing, hammering the orgasm through her. "Oh, God" She sobbed it out, arms and legs wrapping around me.
The music was trapped with us, blasting from walls, ceiling, and floor.
Then her hands were on my face, her palms shaping me, her thumbs rubbing across my lips, then my cheekbones, before her fingers dug into my hair. The sound in my throat as her lips crused to mine was one of triumph, rather than fear. I'd never needed anyone more than I needed her at that moment. All the misery, all the pain, all the bitterness that I'd carried faded at the first hot touch of her. She was pure energy in my arms, snapping and pulsing with life. Starving, I dived deeper into her mouth while her heart pounded agisnt mine.
Her hands moved down to grip my hips, then my thighs. So great was the need to possess.
Impatient, she tugged at my shirt, yanking it over my haed and let it fly. My body arched, offering more. Straining for more, the prick of her teeth against sensitive skin had my blood beating hotter. I could feel it, almost hear it; the primitive drummed rythmn just under my skin. I'd forgotten that I could feel passion, thgis hunger that could only be sated by rough and frenzied joining. I wantred her to take me then. Qucikly, even viciously.
Then she was pulling jeans down over my hips, and her mouth was roaming lower. She slid her tongue over the quivering skin of my torso. Her mouth was greedy, and demanding as it closed over me.
I was dying, I had to be dying. I couldn't be so alive and feel so much. My body was bombarded by sensation after sensation. Her hands, those long, uergent fingers and her mouth. God, her mouth. With each gasping breath I gulped in hot, thick air until my system was full and fought for release. Unable to bear what was happening to me, I was frantic for more. I was falling, endlessly, helplessly and she was there, her body shockingly hot overmine, driven by her own needs.
Things were out of control and I was glorying in it. Slowly, then faster she was driving me past reason with an ever quickening rythmn.... and I have to stop here.. Sorry lads..I will finish it later.
Are you pissed off at me now? HAHAHA.. Maybe so.. maybe Jessie is too.. everyone wants to know the ending... oo the suspense...