Intoxicating Craziness

The position we were in was strangely comfortable, my chest to his back with my legs locked around his waist and my hands defining a circle round his shoulders, a position too comfortable I questioned reality. I let myself breathe in his scent, like sun dried clothes with the faint smell of soap, the simpleness was intoxicating. But what were we doing? I was sitting on his bed with myself all over his body and had let myself make subtle advances towards him and yet this human being was not understanding my language. We were clearly touching in little ways, letting the sins behind our mind slip through quietly with our actions but yet we both were waiting for the other person to take the huge step. The desperation was biting my soul, the way he looked at me alone was something to write an essay about. His eyes literally told me he had done things my thoughts could never comprehend and the gentle rise and fall of his chest when he breathed made me want to violate religious laws, to just throw myself at him with disregard of my value, but this guy was being unnecessarily respectful and it annoyed my core. The way our bodies reacted to each other was clear evidence of what we both wanted, so I decided to throw in the first card in this game we were playing. "Aamon?" His response was a single hum that vibrated his whole upper body together with mine. Damn. "Can you to do something?" I finally asked. Call it fear, shame or whatever but at that moment when I said what I had said I was embarrassed for reasons I wasn't even sure of, maybe it was because never in my life had I ever even reciprocated a guy's confession but here I was holding unto this man and figuratively begging him to do things to me. The keywords were not in my request but we both knew what I was talking about. "Is it what I think it is?" he asked me, his thumbs circling the insides of my feet. I nodded immediately. Silence followed. I was sure he heard it too, felt it too. He was cautious with his next actions, carefully untying my body off of him and standing up. I placed my hands on the bed surveying his movement. He then stretched a hand for me to take and regardless of how randomly distributed my thoughts were towards every little movement he made in that minute, I was collected enough to put my hand in his. He stood me up and switched our positions cradling my smaller figure in his arms. I craved his embrace, his scent, his whole aura was just inviting so I positioned myself as the VIP. We spent minutes just holding each other, our faces in each other's necks breathing in each other's scents cradled behind the darkness that decorated his room. He was like a zephyr I was introduced to, a refreshing breeze that I was already obsessed with. Being with him in that position in those few minutes reminded me of what my mum told me; be with someone that feels as comfortable as the home you're coming from. Not going to lie, that moment just holding each other was beautiful, exhilarating to be honest, but soon every passing second began to feel like an hour. I was getting impatient and if Aladdin wasn't going to rub that lamp, the genie would have to jump out itself. I tried changing positions and turned my face to his other side -our lips touched. My head was left dazed, drunk almost, I was struggling to breathe. Like a light switch finally turned on, he grabbed my face and connected our lips together. The fact that I have never kissed anyone before should have been my reason for lacking, but Nahhhh... In that moment all I could think about was how greedy I was for everything. The kiss took off fast, hot, demanding, maddening even, the intensity was crazy. we were both loose yet following each other's rhythm. Truth is, he claimed me, dominanted the whole kiss and made me follow. My mind was too clouded to register from where to where but his hands were all over and when he instantly squeezed my chest babies in his palms, I could've combusted. His actions scattered my thoughts, I wanted him all over me and I wasn't going to hide it. I pulled back letting out a debated groan -the freaking time, why?! His lips found my neck and continued, scorching stars on my skin. His hands moved inside my top touching me in dangerous and tempting ways, the sensation of his hands on me was so beautiful it hurt. "Aamon, the time." my head was completely clouded "It's late I need to go." Believe me I was trying -hard to listen to myself too but I was too winded to ignore the current situation and went back to kissing him. The time had no choice but to wait for us. I continued to taste him, tugging his bottom lip into my mouth. Then he did the most ravening thing; he threw us on the bed placing us in a different position with me on top of him, I felt him wholly from our lips down south, our silhouettes probably had the most compromising image. The tension thicker every passing second with our tongue battling the other and our hands learning each other's bodies, we couldn't see -only feel. After another minute of our ecstatic violence, he raised us both with an arm on my bottom while I savoured what I knew was the last seconds of our game of greed. He gave me one last kiss on the lips after we were up. I tried to ignore the emptiness I felt after, no one told me kissing was this toxic... all-consuming leaving you heated and feverish for more.