breath taken

“I believe we become our urges, they are our drivers that takes us to our destinations and ring us back only to entice us once again and again, each time increasing the flavor and desire to be drawn in, submit to its end only to begin again and again. They feed what grows inside us, yearnings, possibilities, realisations that take root sending out tens and dozens and hundreds of rootlets wrapping you in their tendrils on the inside where no one can see and only few get to discover when you once more give in to your urges now free to use you to their fullest”

In the quiet light of dawn I wake to sweetest sensations, your breath like butterfly kisses on my neck, your lips gently caressing my shoulder, skin warm with a lingering passion…

I feel your firmness, silky smooth and fully erect pulsating with an insatiable hunger, wanting, teasing, lightly pressing against my buttocks and rubbing against the back of my thighs, searching, pushing gently between…

still locked together as in sleep and finding the heat, my vaginal warmth inviting… you… wet anticipation…

ready, as if in expectation you enter me sliding inside with one smooth and effortless motion on the cusp of a breathless moment guided by a an unspoken trust and unleashed desire, moving slowly, deliberately, assiduously…

I feel the shape of you pushing in deeper now, harder now, further now we fall, grip, hold onto each other’s breath as if any moment either one could cease, my hips instinctively respond to your increasing fervour… my increasing fervour…
simultaneous we move, a rhythm divine, a motion sublime, the sweetness of synchronicity… you withdraw, momentarily but not entirely, I ease you back backing against you and easily, tightly into my heat you plunge and I feel you with every tense and release of my pelvic muscles around your throbs and thrusts…

you are irredeemably hard inside me, my body, my limbs reach to find, touch, caress, scratch dig into your flesh and you fall further into mine…

your skin, your lips, reach round touch my breasts, my nipples alive and tender enticed erect between your practised fingers, my stomach, hips, a slave to your rhythm, your  pubic bone firm against my buttocks the deeper that you move inside my sex, your breath is a tease playing on my neck, as naked as the rest of me, as both of us…

I crane my neck, offer you my lips, my mouth, tongue, saliva and take yours in return, shivers, ripples, convulsions scream silently inside me and you, we feel its presence move between us enveloping, consuming, demanding more of us, it wants us both completely to complete…

breath overwhelming, my hungry kisses consummating, barely opening my eyes to a world half-lit and blurred…..

I feel you grow again, larger than life, full of life, full to bursting inside me: you inside me, I’m unfolding with the slick gliding of your penis infiltrating every line of defence I’ve long discarded…

a single thrust….

another…

another…

each time harder…

quicker…

calculated though barely in control…

here is the edge where life and death collide, no going back, no backing out, instinct has unbound all senses and all sense and madness threatens to manifest itself in a scream, a begging…

overwhelming heat, sweat, sticky and sweet, thick it sits on the skin until smeared between you and me, a seeping between my legs, I squeeze you again, a reflex, my body has a mind of its own and has decided where I want to go and takes me there summoning enough breath from a thinning of air your hand closing around my neck, tenderly, your fingers eliciting the smallest of contact, my pulse quickens, your pulse quickens, they try to meet in the middle which has become increasing small, closing in, closing in…

thighs are soaking in a cocktail of sex, my essence, your essence, your precum coating the spaces between us, your moaning as though born from shadows seems to come from the corners of the room…

gripping my waist, gripping my neck you push, grind, gather momentum into my hips, I push back, determined to escape and not to escape… why would I wish too?.. your pelvis thrusting again and again as my body confesses its needs without a single word…

how can you go deeper?… you do, you do, I hear myself gasp, a cry for help, a cry for more, there’s a hunger arising, a need to fulfill, skin against skin, sin upon sin, our nakedness total, insistent and won’t be denied……..

you pull back my arms, I submit as if I any more had a choice, I’m feeling almost hearing your heart racing, as fast as mine, we try to keep up with each other, a race to the end to our final collapse…

not a word passed between us, until now as your hand slides down my stomach to find my hand and move us both, finger entwined, over my mound down to my folds, finding those lips open and filled with you still fucking me, fucking me, and together we make small circles over my button soon matching the pace of our hips, my fingers, your fingers share an infinite touch…

quicker…

my whole torso arching back against you determined not to let go for fear of falling without flying…

quicker…

inside me, against me I feel you all too completely every inch…

your breath becomes something akin to a raging sea, restless waves scouring the shore dragging as much as it can back into its depths, we can hear whispers, from you or from me?… my body aches, cries, trembles then unravels in tiny surrenders, one after another, it feels like I’m turning to embers, you taking me, taking me…

the scent of me, the aroma that is you, my mouth is dry, you quicken again, my body attuned to my sensitive skin made more yet another surrender about to implode as we bring to an end what feels like it’s taken a lifetime to reach, this moment captures it all and I’m captured, held in a thrust now so fierce, an imagined fire…

crashing headlong a swell and then the sound of our bodies snap in two, twisted, contorted, you come, I come again, flows within flows of sweet releases, naked unhindered and unashamed we embrace the moment that time stopped…

how dare you inflict such desires on me when you know I’ll always give in…

I wake to butterfly kisses………

breath taken

© Emmaleela

12 Comments

  1. oh my! Wow. I was right there, I felt as if it was happening to me. Damn… yes, you wrote this perfectly. 🔥

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  2. another gorgeous post…”the scent of me, the aroma that is you.” this is lovely start to finish. I like how you begin and end with a tender image with so much “wet anticipation” vividly detailed between. there are wonderful appeals to the senses. I’m curious, where did you find the opening quote?

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  3. thank u so so much, I actually wrote the opening quote, just made it a quote to kind of distinguish iot from the actual piece, like an introduction outside of it looking on or in. as I wrote just before I posted the piece as it just felt it needed that like walk-in moment, hugely your comment on it too 🙂

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