Wanted

 He wrapped a big strong arm around her, and kissed the top of her head.  He wanted this woman in his bed, but wasn't sure she felt the same.  He watched as she tipped her face up to his, and looked down into her eyes.  He tried reading the depths there, trying to gauge what she was feeling.  With a soft growl, he decided he didn't care; with a bend of his knees, he slid his other arm behind her knees, and picked her up, sweeping her off her feet and carrying her down the hall to his bedroom.  He felt her arms slide around his neck, her cheek pressed to his chest.   

When they reached the edge of the bed, he set her feet down softly, letting her body slowly slide down his length.  He knew she could feel his arousal; her arms stayed around his neck, and he felt her lips press kisses against his heated skin.  He looked into her eyes, knowing he wouldn't be able to wait much longer, and whispered, "Are you sure?"  She didn't speak, just nodded, looking into his eyes.  The hunger she carefully masked during the day was there in her eyes as she slid her hands beneath his shirt, toying with the crisp hair.  He groaned inwardly as he fussed with the zipper of her dress, letting it pool around her feet as he gazed at her fussy feminine bra and panties.  Her hands groped at his shoulders, sliding off his shirt.  He quickly unfastened his jeans, stepping out of them as they fell back onto the bed. 

The moonlight streamed in the window, giving him just enough light to watch her flush as he carefully removed her lacy bra and panties.  He stared down at her skin, drinking in the sight of it, knowing how soft it will feel under his touch.  He ached to take her then and there, but knew that he needed to move slowly.  He sucked in a deep breath to keep control of his own needs as he cupped his hand and slid it along her skin, feeling her shiver.  She was like a flower, her skin like soft petals, and her body responded to his touch.  And he knew, they both knew, that tonight would not soon be forgotten.

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.  

~William Wordsworth

Sometimes, this Gal just has to write.  :)

Nizhoni

About six months ago, I started writing a story 
revolving around three people: 
a married couple and  man who comes into their lives.  
Nizhoni is married to Dakota; when Niyol enters the scene, 
she realizes they have common ground in their backgrounds, 
and it creates an attraction.  
Up until this point, they've resisted the attraction between them.  
So here's a short excerpt from what I titled "Chapter 17". 

He broke the kiss, dragging his lips from hers.  "Oh, mitawin, I want you."  He watched her nod at him, slid an arm around her back and unhooked her bra.  Her breasts fell free before him, and he couldn't take his eyes from them as he watched his hands cup them lovingly; licking his lips, he leaned to lavish kisses on the soft skin, laving over her nipple, feeling it harden under his tongue.  Her hands slipped into his hair as he kissed her breast over and over again.  His hands gripped her waist; he tore his gaze from her and looked at her rock, spying a smooth dent and eased her backwards.  His hands slowly dragged her panties down her shapely legs, and he nuzzled his nose against her pubic hairs.  He gazed up into her eyes before lowering his face between her legs, nosing his way against the warm flesh, his tongue seeking her wetness, and finding it.  He lavished kisses and soft licks over her lips and folds.  He heard her soft moans, her thighs squeezing against him.  He reached a hand up and fondled a breast as his tongue delved deeper inside. 

He stood up and unbuckled his belt, unzipping his jeans, and letting them fall from his hips.  He stepped out of them, his erection free and poised between them.  He smiled at Nizhoni as she stared at the full length of him, then nodded.  "Mitawin, are you sure?"  She smiled back and whispered "Oh yes, Niyol, very sure."  She opened her arms, parted her legs, in bold invitation.  He stepped closer, penis in hand, and pressed it against her folds, sliding it up and down against her slick flesh.  He heard her groan, and moaned once himself.  "I want you, mitawin, I want to make you mine."  Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, and he slid into her as if they were meant to be, fitting perfectly to her.  He felt her muscles contract and adjust to his length as he began to slowly slide in and out, loving her in a way he had never done before.

Light danced over their skin, the rock they were on highlighted in the twilight glow.  Niyol grunted his pleasure as he thrust deeper into Nizhoni.  He felt her squeeze around him, sensed she was getting close to orgasm, and slipped his thumb down to press against her clitoris, teasing it, listening to her breath quicken, and teased it harder and faster, to match his own thrusts.  He held back his own pleasure as he urged her, "That's it, mitawin, you feel so good to me, let it wash over you, let it go, cum with me."  He watched her close her eyes, nodding at him as her legs tensed around him.  He could feel how close she was and he thrust powerfully into her, once, twice and once again, his head thrown back.  She groaned and squirmed as her orgasm began to pulse through her, and he let out his own lusty groan of pleasure.  He held himself deep inside he; wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulled her to him.  She wrapped her arms around his chest, pressing her cheek against him, and sighing happily.  They stayed that way for several minutes, holding each other.  He kissed the top of her head, and stroked her hair as he softened and fell out of her. 

The Writer

For those of you
getting to know me,
I like words almost as much
as I like pictures.
I enjoy writing,
and woke up with this little
story in mind early Saturday morning.
Hope you enjoy!  ~Gal

He eased his hip onto the bed, and took my hand in his, kissing the palm.  The feeling I had when we first me of wanting to sink my teeth into him roared into a flame of desire, and a little sigh escaped my lips.  "Does that mean you wanted to see me, too?" he asked in his deep timbred voice.  A small "yes" squeaked out of me as I nodded in the semi-darkness.  

He was so casual as he sloughed out of his T-shirt; I couldn't take my eyes off him as he revealed his muscled chest.  He tossed the T-shirt on the floor and gathered me in his arms.  My own wrapped around him as he kissed the top of my head.  My face turned upward and he kissed my lips softly, and whispered "Are you sure?" I kissed him deeply, letting him know I was very sure.  What started as tender love making turned .... 

into heated flames as we kissed and caressed.  He gently worked his magic on me.  There wasn't anything rough or mean in his ways, but intense desire that increased our rhythms as he plunged himself deeper into me with every stroke.  My senses were alive, and I wanted to remember each moment as it happened, as I felt it, but each moment was lost as new sensation arrived.  He knew how to please a woman, and get his own pleasures at the same time.  Closer to the edge of an orgasm, he would pull back, stop moving, kiss me softly and whisper "Not yet."  His hand stroked my arm, my hip, down my thigh.  

Just when I thought the moment had passed, he would pick up the rhythm again, his fingers tickling the inside of my arm, across my breasts, teasing my nipples to hardness again, just as he began to move deep inside me; faster and harder he plunged into me.  My legs wrapped around his hips to pull him deeper, my fingers raked down his back as I panted, needing release.  I heard him growl as he pushed deeper, again and again.  When I felt him tense up, I shuddered, letting the waves of my own orgasm wash over me, my muscles clenching tightly around him.  He threw his head back in one final thrust and I felt the throbbing rush of him deep inside, and let out a soft moan of pleasure.