Thursday, January 5, 2012
I make a fist in your hair...not tight, but you can feel what I'm doing, and I hear your breath catch in your throat. You kiss me with renewed urgency, and I smile to myself...yes, I knew you'd like this. I make my fist a little tighter, and you can feel the increased tension.
I pull back, lifting your head and breaking the kiss, and I hear a soft involuntary moan come from deep in your throat. My lips move immediately to your throat, devouring your soft neck as I keep my fist tight in your hair.
I make my fist tighter still, and I can feel the muscles in my forearm tense. Your moan goes lower and deeper...pure carnal need. My lips move from one side of your neck to the other...my body pressing upwards into yours...both of us desperate to join together.
And we will, very soon. But not just yet. For now, I'm going to keep this tight fistful of your hair and hold you right here, right where I want you. Because you love it. And so do I.