Cruel thin lines

Chapter 10

We staggered into his room, in the hallway he grabbed me by the neck and kissed me just like that. His breath made me tremble; he kissed me eagerly, while his tongue ran through my anxious and hungry mouth, with those warm lips that I had wanted to kiss for so long.

My whole body shuddered; his hands caressed my face and slid down my body, as if looking for a place to hold on to, to stay there.

We explored ourselves with voracity; tongues became entangled, licked and collided, with passion. Our bodies vibrated to the sound of that growing need to be one, encouraging us to enter into a place from which we could hardly or wouldn’t want to leave.

Nicholas’ mouth covered my neck, a groan escaped from my lips and I no longer wanted to contain myself, that remnant of tension that, in spite of everything, I kept, dissolved; just as I felt that my entrails melted with each kiss, each caress and each look.

I took his face and kissed him with fruition, as if wanting to keep that memory for the rest of my life.

He undid my hair style, by releasing my short, smooth brown mane; I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment.

I felt beautiful and wanted, and I let myself go. I looked at him, alternating between his beautiful eyes of a color difficult to define and his mouth.

“Eve,” he said as he kissed me softly, interweaving the words.

My heart beat hard, Nicholas imprisoned my body against the wall and I felt his erection.

I wanted him, I needed him, I had never felt so audacious, and I was so excited by those kisses and caresses that he could have taken me right there. He stroked my back and slid his hands up my ass, which he squeezed and explored with dedication.

He took my hand and leaned it over his erection.

“Look how you got me...” he mumbled on my lips.

I touched him over his trousers, he did the same and a gasp escaped from my mouth.

He caressed and massaged my breasts while kissing me. We were very excited. The long accumulated desire was finally released and seemed to have no end.

He lifted the skirt of my dress and caressed my thighs, squeezed my ass, while pressing once again his erection against me. Our tongues intertwined in their own dance, while our bodies were getting ready for their own.

He slid a finger through the fine, already wet lace of my black panties and I thought I would die right there. His touch made me crazy; he turned me on like no one else had ever done before.

I unbuttoned his trousers and lowered the zipper with real urgency, released his erection from the boxer, caressed it along its entire length with desire. He leaned his head back, he enjoyed it and so did I. He moaned and neither of us could contain ourselves any longer, if we kept touching each other, we would both c*m there, in the hallway of the room, dressed and standing.

Our mouths returned to the task, we didn’t want to stop kissing and so, united by our mouths we walked towards where the bed was.

We undressed, almost tearing off our clothes; we had urgency for our naked bodies to finally touch each other.

Although we were both more drunk than expected, we took the bottle of courtesy champagne in the room and, naked and in bed, we began to drink the enchanting liquid from each other’s bodies. Something very erotic and sensual, that awoke every atom of my body and made the experience something superb.

He kissed and sucked my breasts; as if he wanted to feed on them, at the moment of entering me, he did it with a lunge, without stopping kissing me, while my hips went to meet his.

It felt so good to be so liberated by champagne and to experienced that which I had been craving for, with whom I had loved so much, that it was hard for me to believe that it was not just another dream; but no, it was not a dream, Nicholas moved inside of me and I was enjoying it. It was real.

Our exhausted bodies, from the champagne and the marathon of the exquisite s*x we had had, collapsed. I don’t remember anything else until I woke up the next day with a strong stitch in my head.