I feel your lips sweep the side of my cheek, as your chest presses against mine. My hand holds around your neck, touching lightly and firmly, feeling your hair graze the outside of my fingers. My head is tilted slightly, as we look into each other's eyes: your green eyes are large, with excitement and suspense, and mine are steady, flashing blue. I lean in to kiss you and you open your mouth to greet me.
Your tongue pushes against mine, and I push you against the wall, sliding my hands down your shoulders, down your arms, feeling the softness of your skin. You close your eyes, breathing in the sensation, and then open them again, wider, with a smile on your face. I smile back, and push briskly against the strings that hold your pink nightgown to your shoulders. The strings slip down to your elbows and stop, with your dress caught between us, my body pressed too tightly against yours to let it fall to the ground. Your breasts are exposed to me, and I lower my hand to one and squeeze it needfully, pushing my lips back against yours. You moan softly.
I move away from you and watch as your pink covering slips to the floor, leaving you fully naked before my eyes. You walk towards me, your steps slow and precise, your eyes staying locked on mine. "Raise your arms," you say to me. I obey. You lift my shirt over my head, and you kiss me teasingly as you toss it behind you. Your smile is gone, and you look completely focused on what you want. You slip to the ground, unbutton my pants, and slide them down my legs, and then return to push down my boxers. I step out of both when you stand up to face me.
I walk towards you, but you back away slightly, not afraid, but reluctant. We stare at each other as we get closer to the wall. You stop, your back pressed against blue flowers, the wallpaper in this motel room. I push against you, my hands cupping the sides of your shoulders, our lips embraced in a kiss, my stomach pressed against yours. You feel your legs lose their strength, and I help guide you to the floor. "There's a bed," I say.
"I don't care," you tell me back.
I kiss your stomach, looking down at your legs, where they meet, at the short patch of hair marking the center of your person. I kiss slowly up your chest, moving my hands around your breasts, enjoying the sight of them so close to my face. It's all that I need. I push your legs apart, which you held with some resistance, and slide in-between them, slowly working my way up your body. I come to rest above your face, pressing my hand down underneath you, feeling the coarseness of your pubic hair against the smoothness of your folds. You look at me angrily, as if I'm torturing you.
I grip my penis in my hand, position it at your opening, and then thrust inside of you. You close your eyes, tilt your head back, and let a smile shape your lips. "Yes," you moan. Attached to you, I move my hands up your body, and squeeze your breasts, and then drop my left hand to the ground for stability. I start thrusting inside of you, in slow, short thrusts, as we get used to each other. Your hips gyrate slowly with the rhythm of mine.
"Mmm," you mumble. I breathe heavy breaths, but say nothing.
