Date: Thu, 16 Sep 2010 03:02:40 +0000 From: darkaffliction@hotmail.com Subject: Right Here Waiting Feedback is most welcome, both good and bad. This is my first time posting to this site, though I've been visiting and reading for quite some time. If you've got any suggestions feel free to give me a holler. darkaffliction@hotmail.com Disclaimer: My story is a work of fiction derived from the depths of my mind. It also contains explicit scenes between two women of a sexual nature. If it is illegal for you to view such material or offends you in any way to do so, please navigate away from this page. I hope you enjoy. ;] "I love the way it feels when your body shudders each time I hit the spot you like so much. Burn for the way the tremors roll through you with each thrust. I ache for your moans. I yearn for your screams. You tear me down, when I tear you apart..." Smiling slightly, I press the send button and clip my phone back to my belt. I know you will be angry with me for the text message. There is always a possibility we will get caught. Always a chance we will be discovered. The pace of my heart quickens at the thought. I know I should stop, but I cannot. You are the forbidden fruit, and I am addicted. I slip behind the steering wheel, closing the door and turning the key. The satisfying purr of the engine rushes through my body. Sensuous and exciting. I slide my hands over the as I reach to turn the radio on. Music blares through the speakers as I pull away from the curb, heading home. The drive is relaxing, as all drives are to me. I smile again as I pull into the drive, completely oblivious to everything else. I catch sight of a car parked in front of the house out the corner of my eye, but I am too blissful to care. Today was a good day. The strange car passes straight out my mind as I climb out and press the button to lock the car. As it chirps, I walk up to the door and slip the key into the lock. Walking through the door, I pull the jacket from my shoulders and hang it on the rack, slipping my shoes off and leaving them in the walk-in and place my keys and my phone on the table just inside. I sigh in disappointment. No messages. Either you haven't read it yet, or you can't respond. I shake my head slightly and head to the kitchen. "You love torturing me, don't you?" I almost jump out of my skin as your voice rings out through the empty, otherwise silent house. I spin around just in time for you to press your hands to my shoulders and shove me hard up against the fridge. The shock, the excitement, is almost too much to bear. I never expected you to be here, waiting for me. With my heart in my throat, the only thing I can think of is you. Taking you. Right here. My arms slide around your waist, hands cupping your ass as I lift you up into my arms. I claim your lipswith my own without ever uttering a word. I need you. Right now. You moan against my lips, one hand pressed to my shoulder to help support yourself as your other slides up into my hair, tangling your fingers into it. I deepen the already almost violent kiss, biting almost hard enough to draw blood at your bottom lip before you give and let me in, tangling your tongue with my own. I'm not even breathing, and I have to draw back first to take a breath. Breathing hard, I kiss my way along your jawline, and you tilt your head back slightly, giving me better access. Another moan escapes your lips when I nip lightly at your ear, flicking my tongue against the spot to soothe the bite. I growl softly into your ear, the first words I've uttered outloud since I walked through the door. "I'm going to make you wish you had never scared me like that..." You moan again in response, your legs tightening around my waist as you arch slightly into me. I move to the table, gently setting you down on it. My hands slide to your hips for only a moment, catching the hem of your shirt and tugging it roughly over your head. As the fabric leaves your body you reach back out for me, pulling me into another heated kiss. Your shaking fingers find the buttons of my shirt, trying to undo them as I reach behind you to undo the clasp on your bra. I yank it off you, desperate to feel the hard give of your breasts in the palms of my hands. You cry out in exasperation, hands shaking too much to even undo one button, and you rip the fabric apart. I can hear the sound of the buttons clattering against the tile, the table, distantly. I reach up and help you pull the shirt from my shoulders, my lips never leaving your own. You gasp softly when my hands return to your body, nails dragging slowly up your sides until I slide my hands over you, cupping both your breasts, running my thumbs across your nipples as you rake your nails across my shoulders. I pull back, breaking the kiss once more and push you back to lying across the table. Your legs are still wrapped around my waist and I disengage myself, unbutton and pulling your pants down as I step backward, leaving you lying there, naked and wanting, spread before me. I can't help it. I need to taste you. I lean forward and quickly flick the tip of my tongue against your clit and you cry out at the unexpected assault. I smile and stand back up, leaning over you to brace my hands against the top of the table, trailing kisses slowly up your body. I bite down gently just above the hollow of your pelvis. Your hands slide into my hair and you arch into me, already silently begging for me to return to the wetness between your thighs. But I resist the temptation. I want you pleading for it before I give it to you, and you know it. As I move upward, I slide my hands up the insides of your thighs, pushing them farther apart as I press myself against you. I hear your breath catch as the seam of my pants presses against your throbbing clit, and I smile against your silken skin. I can feel the tension in your body winding tighter and tighter as my lips move closer to your nipple. As I take it into my mouth, your whole body gives way. Your hands clenching into my hair as you cry out. You thrust your hips up hard into me, and as you do so, I slip my hand between our bodies, fingers slipping passed your clit to push deep inside you. Your cry turns into a moan as your hips start to grind against my hand. My tongue passes over your nipple in time to your movements as I catch it between my teeth, mixing the pain with the pleasure. Your movements start to become more erratic with each pass of my tongue over that sensitive nub. I pull my hand away from you and your legs immediate wrap around my waist again as you cry out in protest. You were almost there, but I'm not letting you cum yet. You haven't begged yet. I pull my mouth away from you and look up to meet your eyes, smirking. "You're going to beg for it... Or you're not getting it." You groan softly and collapse back against the table. I've said the magic words, and the stubborn streak in you won't let you give without a fight. My smirk turns into a grin, and a small laugh escapes my lips just before I cover your other nipple, sucking it hard into my mouth. Automatically your body arches into me again, pressing more of yourself into me as your hands return to my hair. I bite down, hard, and you pull on my hair. Too much. Instead of apologizing, I soothe the almost injured skin with my tongue. You're moaning again, the pain turning your nipple into a hyper-sensitive nub of pleasure. You're grinding your hips into the front of my pants, rubbing your clit hard against them in the hopes that you can give yourself the release I've been pushing you toward for weeks. I laugh and pull my hips back, just out of reach. You cry out in frustration, pushing against my shoulders. I raise myself above you again, smiling. You look so beautiful. Your eyes are so dark they're almost black, and I almost let myself get lost in the deepening blue. I can't look away. Hypnotized. "Lane..." You whisper through clenched teeth. "Hm?" Still drifting in your eyes. "Fuck me..." You grit out. I snap back to reality, and the words almost making my knees give. I can't say no. Slowly I drop to my knees before you, guiding your thighs over my shoulders. I take in the sight of you, glistening in the light with beads of wetness surrounding your lips. Leaning in, I catch your essence on my tongue and you inhale sharply. The taste of you is enough. No turning back now. I push forward, thrusting my tongue deep inside you as I lift your legs, your hips automatically tilting up to give me better access. You cry out, hands pressing against the table to push yourself even further into my mouth. Your feet against the tops of my shoulders as I fuck you with my tongue. I bury my face between your thighs, my tongue thrusting into you as deeply as I can manage, over and over. You're moaning in sync with my tongue inside you. I pull back to breath just as I feel you almost falling off that edge and you cry out in anger and frustration, which turns into a moan as I move up to your clit. I suck at your clit hard, encircling your waist with my arm, holding you in place as you try to pull away from the intense sensations I'm causing inside you. You're moans are getting louder and you're trying desperately to pull away. "Too much... It's too much..." You gasp between moans. But I don't let up, and soon your body's shaking under the onslaught of my tongue on your clit. You're climbing higher, getting closer to that ledge. I speed up the motion of my tongue against your clit as I tighten my hold on you. Desperately you're clawing at my arm, at my shoulders, trying to pull away, trying to get closer, anything, everything. I press closer to you, moaning against your clit when your nails dig deep enough into my back to draw blood. You scream, the vibrations from the moan enough to send you tumbling off the edge. Your entire body arches up hard into me, and as the first waves of your orgasm hit you, I thrust my fingers back into you, hard. You grab at me, holding me to you as you cum, hard, squeezing my fingers until I think they're about to break. But I ignore the pain, pushing passed it as I thrust into you, hard and deep, over and over again, my tongue still working over your clit. Your screaming becomes even higher pitch as orgasm after orgasm tears through your body. My name escapes your lips. All you can manage. "Lane... Please... Stop... I can't..." And the words fade again into moans of pleasure. Your body shaking in my arms as I keep going, ignoring your words. The shaking gets harder and I rise up to pull you into my arms as I press my thumb to your clit, still fucking you on my hand. Your arms immediately wrap around me and you hold onto me like I'm your only lifeline. Like you're drowning in the pleasure. I can feel you again begin to squeeze my fingers as your moans get louder and louder. I'm sure by now the neighbors can hear us, and I don't care. Neither, it seems, do you. I thrust once more into you, as deep as I can, as hard as I can, and a shrill scream escapes your lips as you throw your head back and squeeze your legs together, trapping my hand inside you. You pull me hard up against you as you cum, harder than you did before, flooding my hand with your wetness. I can feel it almost up to my elbow, and just the thought of making you cum so hard sends me over the edge with you. You haven't even touched me yet. This is what you do to me. This is what I live for. Your body goes limp in my arms. You're completely spent. Barely coherent. I gently slide my fingers out of you and your body gives an involuntary jump at the feel of me leaving you. I slip my arms beneath your knees and around your back, lifting you into my arms. I walk through the house to the bedroom, lying you gently on the bed, pulling the covers back to slide in beside you. You automatically nestle into my arms, falling asleep. I brush my lips lightly against your forehead as I close my eyes, drifting with you into a blissfully satisfied sleep. My last thought before I fade away... "You may never want the love I have for you... But it'll always be right here Waiting... "