That was all he needed to hear to act; it was all I needed to hear to let go. It was too late to turn back and I was going to make every moment worth it. I let the fact that this beautiful man wanted me fuel my courage. His mouth was back on mine in a fraction of a second. The heat and electricity had found each other again and danced. This time they were not limited to our mouths but swayed between our bodies. As it glided over my breasts, I felt my nipples respond and fight against my bra. As if he sensed the ache, his left hand found my breast and held it firm. His right hand was moving through my hair and clenched the thick black waves, like he was holding on to catch his balance. Our kiss was feverish and frantic, like a desert survivor finding water; we couldn’t get enough.
My hands found his chest again, sliding under his shirt and pressing to each side. I meant to widen the opening of his shirt but every button gave way, flying in all directions. He reached back quickly to release the sleeves and returned to where he was, never taking his lips off of mine or slowing the momentum of that kiss. The shirt was off; I had ripped it off. I felt stronger than I ever had, empowered by his lust for me. He didn’t react to his shirt being ruined but did react to my hands sliding to his back and kneading the muscles underneath. The image of the snake came back to me again. The impossibly strong muscles rolling just under the softest skin. The thought didn’t stop me, it excited me. I was holding a dangerous and beautiful animal.
My hands on his back made him break our kiss, catch his breath, and lock eyes with me. The pupils were completely gone and the storm clouds were furiously swirling. With a motion too quick to see, my blouse and bra were torn open and his hands slid underneath me. He lifted me like I a feather being taken off the couch and laid me in his lap. My knees met the couch on either side of him and I lowered myself to meet his thighs. The skirt was up around my waist, the ruined blouse and bra had fallen to the floor. His shirt was on the couch around us and he threw it down to meet my top. The sensations of my naked breasts pressed against his chest and my panties resting on his soft, leather pants were almost too much to handle. I returned my mouth to his, holding each side of his face in my hands while his hands found my back and mimicked the kneading motion I had started on his. He broke the kiss and moved his lips to my left breast, kissing and licking every inch. My fingers found his hair and I caught my reflection in the window behind us. The darkness in between the lightning strikes on the other side of the window made the glass act like a mirror, showing me myself. My lips were parted and full, my cheeks were flushed and my hair was a mass of waves around my face. I didn’t recognize the gorgeous creature that returned my gaze. Her eyes couldn’t be real. Like the man under me, my pupils were lost. The blue that replaced them could not be an actual color. It was too vibrant, too fantastic to be real. I thought back to the grey diamond in the jewelry store showcase and moved my mind to the sapphires in the next case. They were dazzling; too fine a quality to be locked in a case, and they were nothing compared to the vivid blue that sparkled in the middle of that beautiful face.
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