Wicked

Her face, pale and creamy with a light tinge of rosy blush, dazed as his fingers flippantly caressed her façade. Her brown eyes sparkled with a mixture of lust and passion, her breath raggedy, tearing from her lungs with a hard gasp as his lips descended down to her ear. His balmy pant kissed her cheeks, causing her stomach to flip in rapid spasms.

Her lips quivered as she felt his mouth stroke her skin, her free hands shaking by her side. Frightfully she held still, not wanting to interfere with his lovemaking, she was to new at this, to inexperienced and knowing that with any one move she could ruin it made her timid.

As if reading her mind, he pulled away, and though his face was serious, his eyes held a soft humor in them, as if the whole situation amused him.

“Don’t be afraid, sweet. Touch me”

Hesitantly she obeyed. Lifting her hands to his face, she delicately touched his jaw. He placed his hand over hers, adding pressure to there touch. He wanted her. In every way, shape and form, he wanted to feel her, touch her. He yearned to be inside of her, around her. What scared him was that though his attractions for her seemed so strongly physical, he yearned to be mixed within her soul. Like a scare that she could never peel of completely, he wanted to be installed into her system and never be brought down. This, he was starting to realize, was a sign of obsession. But instead of pushing the sentiment away, he began to embrace it.

He had once thought that emotions had to be carried out with both a lead of common sense and passion. But he was beginning to realize that common sense had no place between them whatsoever. Instead of thinking with a clear head, when she was near, his mind began its flood of much contemplation over her and her body. To his dismay, he could feel that he would jump of a train just to see if she would look his way.

He felt her breath shiver beneath her lips, causing his train of thoughts back to the present. Her teeth bite gently over the rounded flushed skin. A tendency he was beginning to take pleasure of. He imagined his own teeth nipping at her lips, his hands searching her mystically curvy body as she swayed his way. Pressed together at every corner, no skin would be left untouched, or un-kissed. He would strip her from all materials, leaving only the creamy smooth stretch of her skin to his exposure.

He swallowed a lump that had formed on his throat. He was getting to excited ahead of time, he needed to first act easy, if only for her sake.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said mellifluously, his hands guiding her body towards the bed.

A shaky laugh was ripped form her lips. She struggled but managed to say, ”It’s a little late for your charm, don’t you think?”

He laughed wholeheartedly at her comment. “Its never late for my charms my love. In fact, there has never been a better moment for them then now” he paused and regarded her features, “plus… I’m not charming you in anyway. I’m merely speaking the truth.”

A wobbly smile formed her mouth, and she allowed herself to be laid onto the bed. Her brown hair spread like water over the covers, her shaky body resting on her back.

She stared into his blue eyes, seeing desire and passion overcome them, but in the back rocked an emotion unrecognizable to her. It was strange, she could feel how he felt, she knew how his feelings where towards her, yet she wanted to hear him say them.

“Tell me you love me,” she whispered, her hand coming to rest on his face as it lowered closer to her.

He shook his head. “No. I’ll show you.”

And then, she watched him as he stripped her bare, his hands moving steadily but fast over her clothing until one by one each article was gone and all that was left to show was her chemise. Her heart thumped rapidly, so loud that she wondered if he could possibly hear it.

Her exposed body caused her to blush, and she felt the need to give a small protest, as weak as it was.

He smirked at her gesture, and pushed her hands away.

“No need for modesty, sweet. I’ve seen you nude in my dreams a thousand times before…though I must say, it comes nothing in comparison to the real thing.”

“Its not the same” she said with a shake of her head. “I’ve never been naked in front of a man before. I- I don’t even know what to do.”

He smiled as he spoke, “Oh my little innocent, by the time I’m through with you, you will be an expert in the art of love making.”

She blinked rapidly at his comment and then held back a bubble of laughter that caught in her throat. Even when he had her half naked in his bed, he continued to seduce her.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, laughter dancing in his eyes.

“Oh I was just thinking of how wicked you are.”

A bark of laughter erupted from his mouth. “Sweet, you have no idea.”

And with that, he tore of her chemise exposing her body to his gaze. His eyes devoured her wholly, each eye flicking with a glint of lust.

He wet his lips, almost tasting her syrupy flavor under his tongue. Her aroma, a mixture of vanilla and honey, surrounded him, causing his body to tense up. His veins burned under his skin, the calm feature he had trained his face to compose was nearly cracked.

He crawled over her, laying next to her body as he prompt one elbow up to keep him a level over her.

“Ar- Aren’t you going to undress as well?” she breathed as she felt his hands crawl over her arm. His lips began to kiss her face slowly, each stroke causing a warming friction that brought pleasure to her. The smooth force of his lips made its way to her mouth, flicking his tongue delicately over her visage. He urged for her to open up to him, to let him explore the depths of her mouth, with his tongue, while his hands formed small circular designs on her chest. She opened her mouth to him, using her hands to pull him even deeper within her.

His hand reached her breasts, gracing over her dusty nipple. His hands were so tender, so soft; it caused her to moan with a shiver.

He teased her for a while, enjoying each quiver that tore from her lips, until he himself was in the verge of breaking.

He brought his mouth down to her neck, kissing her sweet skin with delicate strokes.

A tension began to form in her stomach, her hands shaking as she felt his lips lower to her breast. And then, he kissed her nipple, making sweet love to it with a slowness that pained her.

She felt a scream urge her throat, and she bit her lips to keep it from escaping. How ridiculous she felt, with her body in frenzy with each of his passionate touches, yet he seemed so composed and normal. As if he did such things every day!

“Please...” she begged as she felt the tension in her stomach spread through out her entire body. Her muscle’s tightened and the blood beneath her began to boil with unfulfilled desire. She needed him on her, in her, with such urgency it scared her.

“Please” she breathed, and then moaned when he just continued to torment her. So much so that even he began to shake with desire. His mouth down on her stomach, his fingers working to accommodate her, he could no longer tease her.

Hurriedly, he sprang from the bed and roughly began to tear his own clothing away.

“Look’s like I’m over dressed,” he said rapidly.

“You always are” she joked, smirking at his attire.

Stopping in mid way of unbuttoning his pants, he looked up at her with confused eyes.

“What is that suppose to mean?”

“Well…I’m sorry to say this now, but you always dress overly dramatic. Makes you even more arrogant then you really are. I must say” she paused and regarded him with a clever look, “you really should stop over doing it.”

“And you choose to tell me this now?” he asked, blushing lightly over her comment about his dressing.

She laughed softly, the sound like music in his ears.

“Well you know what? You do as well. I much prefer you with out all that fruity shit you wear everyday,” he said and continued to work on his pants.

“Oh such a gentlemen you are!” she exclaimed, lifting herself with her elbows.

“I’m always a gentlemen” he said, a dark glint transforming his eyes.

“Pfff, yea right. You’re to wicked to be a gentlemen” she said blushing with the memory of what he had done to her not even 5 minutes ago.

His eyes darkened, his lips forming a devilish grin as he stood completely bare to her.

“Oh, I’ll show you just how wicked I can be.”

I realize that I have to work on the "He/She" thing... But I just cant bring myself to give them names.

By giving them names I feel the need to explain there story, and that is not what the story is about, its more over the moment they spent together.

Anyways, not the best ever, but its passable, since its been the first I've written in months.

Hope you liked it, and if you didn't then tell me how much you hated it.