He and She

Finally, he thought. Over 2 years had passed since he felt such passion for her, and every second had been pulling towards this moment.
He pushed her against the wall, with both of his arms either side of her, she could not escape, not that she had wanted too. The feeling of being trapped in his arms did not scare her, it only excited her. His body pressed against her, she felt her nipples tingle from the feeling of his chest. For what felt like an eternity they stared closely into each other’s eyes, the sheer silence of the room was only broken by their heavy breathing. This was it.
He moved closer, seemingly to kiss her soft tender lips, but he refused her of that. Her sigh fell across his face, his smile soothed her impatient movements. He leant down, and his lips found the nape of her silky neck, she suddenly gasped in memory of all the kisses she received before now. He ran his aching lips up and down her neck, his hand gently caressing her hip. She responded by pulling him closer, he did not deny her of the warmth.
Their bodies started to get damp with the pure heat of passion, he pulled his roaming tongue from her neck, stepped back and took her hands in his. He used her as a puppet, making her pull off her shirt, revealing her chest to him, clasped in a tight bra. He removed his own shirt, and then pulled her closer again. They stood in embrace for a few moments, feeling each other’s warm skin against each other. Their emotions running wild only spurred them on more to make it a night to never forget.
She looked into his eyes, and without moving her lips, he knew she was asking, begging to be kissed. He could not deny her stare, and their lips met. Her tongue came alive as they locked in passion. His arms ran down her back and gently caressed her lower back. Still in a hard but gentle kiss, his hands ran up her back, unhooking her bra and revealing her breasts.
He bit her lip playfully, she moaned in appreciation. His lips adventured down her neck, past her shoulders, onto her chest, and finally arrived at her breast. His tongue flicked at her already hardened nipple, she could feel the back of her neck tingle as he roamed around her breasts. He moved to the other nipple, which seemed to erect further as his warm kiss made her damp. As he pressed against her, she could feel his cock rubbing against her thigh, aching to be released from its prison.
He stopped suddenly, and quickly brought his face up to hers. This was it, he was about to send her to the heaven with an express ticket. He smiled coyly, it was returned to him. He pulled her towards him, walking backwards, towards the bed. He turned around, his hand fumbling on her jean button. Slightly shaking from a mixture of nervousness and excitement. He undid it, and smiled as she shimmied them down her legs. Flicking them away into the corner of the room, she stood there before him in only her laced panties, ready for the night ahead, ready for passionate war.


So there they were, he stood in his boxers and jeans, and she stood in laced pink panties. She gave him a cute giggle, as she looked down and saw the bulge in his pants. Neither of them had spoken to the other since they entered the room. They were talking with their hands and with their lips, which was the only language that was important. She undid his jean buttons and dropped them to the floor. His cock was slightly protruding out of his boxers, she had missed it. As she stared down as his bulge, she felt herself falling backwards fast. She landed on the bed in a heavy thump, he had pushed her hard, although knowing she would have a soft fall. He knew she was precious and gentle, but she could still take the rough and dirty. Oh yes he thought, as dirty as it can get.
She crawled to the top of the bed, laid on her side, and looked at him ever so seductively. His cock twinged just looking at her incredible body, he was going to take very good care of her. He laid down on the bed, facing her body, taking in with his eyes more than they ever had before. Every ounce of skin shimmered under the moonlight peeking in through the curtain, her hair fell like a waterfall from her head onto her chest, and quite simply she was beautiful. His fingers walked down her arm, tickling her at the elbow, her cute laugh told him that knew she was being teased. Once again, his lips crashed down onto her neck, nibbling away at her body, her aroma filled the room as she got wetter. It drove him insane.
She moved her hand and gently placed it on his bulge, but he moved her away, kissed her on the hand. His eyes said “it’s not about me tonight”, her eyes closed in silent elation. Still holding her hand, and grabbing her other with his free hand, he hung her hands above her head, as if she was being tied up. He smiled, before very quickly licking her from shoulder to neck, sending a pleasurous shudder down her spine. He replied with a laugh, just as she used to do he thought. He thought more for a second, have I made her wait long enough? No was the very obvious reply, she could wait…
They kissed, very gently, softer than any other before then.