Monday, October 18, 2010

The Sweetest Violation

Her eyes, heavy and desiring, chart the path of his hovering form, taking in the detail of his chocolate gaze, the mouth bruised by her kiss, the muscular torso shadowed by the dark matt of wiry curls, eventually locking on the mesmerising grind of his hips and the hardening flesh sliding between the soft, swollen lips of her dripping sex.

Closing in on her, his chest teasingly grazing rosy nipples, hands and fingers gliding over the mounds of her breasts, tracing the line of her taut stomach, possessing her creamy thighs, his heated whispers find her ear as she begins to beg and plead, her sultry whimpering ringing out in the otherwise quiet room.

Unable to hold himself back any longer, he gives in to her and to himself, one strong hand reaching down to stroke the uncut meat glossed with her arousal, the other feeding its thumb into her eager mouth, his eyes now drinking in the sight of her legs widening in readiness, the rising blush on her fair skin, the delicate fingers caressing, snaking, digging into his hips.

Parting her bright folds, his burnished head nudges momentarily at the portal before he sinks headlong, filling her with a deliberate slowness, inch by inch, spreading, stretching, satisfying the plump velvet, inch by inch, his slick cock throbbing, enveloped by her tightness, inch by inch, his thick shaft pulsing as it kisses her needy and intimate depths, inch by inch, her legs winding around the base of his back, inch by inch, her own arching off the bed, inch by inch, their hands a roaming mangle, inch by inch, inch by inch, his ragged breath now joining hers, inch by inch, inch by inch, inch by inch, until he is there, until his glans is pressed against her womb, until their bodies and skin and juices merge, until they are captive, until they are rapt, until they are one in the sweetest violation.

14 comments:

The Panserbjørne said...

Can't believe no one's commented on this yet. There's definitely a time for hard and fast, but I confess I've always preferred the long, slow, tormenting approach. Like this. I mean, how damned good does THAT feel when that mergence is finally complete? I'm getting tingly just thinking about it.

Fantastically done, as per usual for you.

-- PB

Osbasso said...

I counted 20 inches in there. Wow...

;-)

Green Eyed Frenchy said...

I love it slow and teasing! And giving in in the end! Sigh!

Spring Flower said...

I love it too... what a beautiful and sensual description!!

1manview said...

You captivated me with your visual aroma of words...
Darn, this was so seductive...

Anonymous said...

Sounds delicious.

Cheeky Minx said...

PB: I thought you might enjoy this. And I'm with you - this deliciously slow and nuanced approach also sends a shiver right through me. Thank you, PB...

Os: I know. Seriously, um, "generous". How did I guess you'd be the one doing the counting?!

Frenchy: It seems we are on the same page yet again, gorgeous!

SF: Thank you so much, lovely...

1manview: I'm so very glad to hear these words could seduce you so...

Anon: Yes, indeed. Thank you...

stareintotheabyss said...

"the sweetest violation" I like that. Permission to use it in some creative future?

Riff Dog said...

Very nice! I love your pictures, too, by the way.

Cheeky Minx said...

KJK: Feel free to use away. As long as there's a little nod in the creator's direction...

Riff Dog: I'm so very glad to hear both words and photographs are hitting the spot, Riff...

Hedone said...

Vivid. Engaging. Steamy.

Cheeky Minx said...

Thank you so much, Hedone. I adore the 'steamy' tag...

Adulterous Letch said...

Your writing is sensual and intense. I could have been that man. (Well, if you play your cards right, I still could... hehe)

Cheeky Minx said...

Thank you so much, AL.

Now, I'm sure I've got those cards somewhere here...