Your Hand in Mine

Our lips tangled as we grinded on the dance floor. I found my fingers in his hair, and his finger tips running down my sides- sending shivers through-out my body. I clenched on to his hair some with the feel of his nails slightly tickling my cold flesh. In result, he pressed his nails harder into me, clawing at my skin. I moaned in to the soft spot of his neck. He turned me around, breaking our connected bodies. However, as soon as he had me positioned in front of him, our bodies were like magnet pressing together with no room to breathe. Our lips touched with a slight tingle, and we could hear silent whispers about us. But we weren't emberassed.

We stumbled through the front door, our tongue dancing with eithers. He threw his keys on the counter and fumbled backwards, as we kept our bodies pressed together, and our lips attached. He threw me on to the couch and looked at my innocent body laying there before sweeping between my legs and once again attaching our lips in a drunk toxication of lust. Were were tormenting ourselves with temptation and knowing how wrong this is of us to feel this way.

My fingers ran down the back of his neck, and he arched it back as the chills went down in to his spine. I couldn't help but smile. His lips found their way on to my neck, kissing until I moaned as he connected with my touch and lightly began to nibble on it. I rubbed down his chest as our lips once again connected in a heavily hunger for each others bodies. I fiddled with the hem of his shirt before he took it off, throwing it across the room, bareing his perfect body. I traced my fingers over and for a minute, he stared at me with amusement and lust filled eyes. It was this innocence that got him to force himself on to me, tongue forcing in to my mouth, clashing with mine, and grinding himself against me.

I felt weak under his more manly, musclar composure, but I liked it that way. He moved down and began to kiss the bottom of my stomach, his lips making a trail to my chest, raising my shirt with every kiss until it was completely up. I pushed him away long enough to slip it off. He smiled in approval and reattached his lips to my cold, bare flesh- making it tingle with delight. I let a soft moan escaped my lips. As I did, his hands that rested on my waist clenched hard on to me, making me moan a little harder- a little louder. Our hands ran explored each others bodies in a drunken fumbleness, and by the moans that excaped both of our lips, this lust continued to grow. And under intoxication, I didn't know how to stop it. Let me rephrase that, I didn't want to stop it. He was making me feel wanted, loved, and just plain..good. I didn't want it to end.

As I was stripped down in to my panties with him in his boxers, I couldn't help but want the buldge in his boxers to touch the softness of my sensitive skin. As our kiss got more heated, he stood up, picking me up to carry me to his bedroom. Our bodies hit in to different things, but we didn't care. My back connected with the wall right in front of his door, and I felt him began to grind himself against me. We both moaned in return. He stopped, and we began to stumble in to his room and he threw me on the bed. Our bodies writhed in a almost naked sweat, tossing in the sheets.