A Dream Part 2 - The Girl With The Red Hair

The irony of the situation is too great and I release a slight chuckle, barely audible, but feeling my body tense her grip tightens around my wrists. 

She moves to my neck, my arms tensing with every bite. 

The warmth of her breath makes my skin prickle and my focus intensifies as I attempt to remain still. The problem with focusing on remaining still is that I become acutely aware of your naked skin pressed against my body. 

An involuntary shudder courses through me. She starts to go lower, biting my neck she releases one of my wrists and traces her fingers slowly. Starting from my jaw all the way down to my stomach the delicate touch of her fingers tease my body and my hairs stand on edge. 

Her hand settles on my belt, and without looking up she releases her other hand. Her lips follow the path of her fingers, kissing and biting as she makes her way down. The torture of the touch would be unbearable if it didn’t feel so good. 

She reaches my stomach and bites my hip ever so slightly. Once, and she looks up, pleased at the expression of desire painted on my face. Before I realise it my belt is undone, desire take control as I rise, placing my hands at the top of her thighs, to pull her back on top of me.

Our lips meet, in a tender yet rough collision. Never have I taken my trousers off so quickly. She smiles, a feeling of triumph in the curve of her smirk. I roll her back onto her back.

Our movements are faster, more raw than they were before. My hand goes straight to her hip, gripping her, my fingers sinking into her skin. Her breath increases, lifting her hips off the mattress she pushes herself into me. 

My body reacts to her desire, she can feel it. Kissing continues, she bites my lip at irregular intervals each time feels harder than the last. The minor pain more arousing than anything else. 

I hold her down with my hand pressed on her shoulder, tracing the line of her collar bone with my thumb. I kiss her neck. I bite a few inches lower. I reach her chest and feel her nipples pinch hard with desire underneath the touch of my tongue. 

As I bite and kiss her she returns her hand to the back of my head. I can feel her body trying to push off the bed, but I hold firm in my desire to keep her down. The feeling of control is nearly as good as having her on top of me.

I move past her chest and down her stomach, back to the familiar feeling of her hips. Each kiss and each bite increases my desire as much as hers. My hand moves off her hip as I trace the inside of her thigh with my fingers.

Her legs part willingly as I trace my fingers closer to her groin. An inch higher followed by a soft stroke… and her breath catches…