Betrayal

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I'm weak...

I'm weak for the inevitable.

His touch…

Fear overcomes me and shakes my reality.

His hands caresses my skin.

I run my fingers through his hair; that's my fetish.

My finger tips trace his lips, he licks them.

I gasp, trying to decrease the throbbing in between my thighs.

He cups my chin, embraces me, our lips touch.

Electrifying, I pull away, ashamed of what I'm feeling.

My desire grows.

I've tried to relinquish this...this attraction.

Disguise it with hate.

With disappointment towards them.

He kisses me again, tongue invades my own.

I welcome it.

His hands rub my thighs, inching lower.

Body betrays me.

Hormones kick in.

He licks and bites my neck.

I hiss, I moan, battle within myself.

Throbbing increases, desire rises.

The need to be touched overpowers my judgement.

Pants pulled down, panties pulled to the side, I cry out.

He licks me, repeatedly.

My moans are his muse.

His inspiration.

I am his instrument of seduction.

Every stroke of his tongue ignites a different erotic octave.

Vulgarity, followed by pleading...

Need to feel him inside of me,

Longing for penetration.

I want it...I whisper

"Fuck me..."

I surrender to him.

He enters my wetness with ease.

Slow strokes at first.

Kissing me, my moans are muffled.

His pace increases.

I break our kiss.

Have to cry out, have to scream.

He hits my walls, yet tries to coax me.

I whine, refusing to pacify my pleasure.

He controls me.

I allow it willingly.

Orgasm...

Euphoria...

Damn

By: Nikki Weeks