The Kiss by Emma Shortt

so. Her arms found their way around his neck without any help and when he
ripped her bra open, literally ripped it open, the only thought chasing through
her brain was yes .
    His mouth kissed its way down her neck, along her collarbone
before fastening over one shockingly erect nipple, his hand massaging the
plumpness of her breast and she moaned with longing. He licked and sucked and
teased the first one and then the other until Eva cried out, begging him to do
something, anything.
    Just when she thought she would go mad with desire he lifted
himself up and looked into her eyes. “Do you want me, Eva?” he asked. “Because
God knows I want you.”
    He took her hand and placed it directly on his pants. She could
feel his erection throbbing through them.
    “See what you’ve done to me.”
    She shook her head, not to deny him, but to try and clear it.
“I—”
    He quieted her by brushing a finger across one engorged nipple
and Eva’s body bucked of its own accord. She wanted him, more than she had ever
wanted anyone, what was the point in denying it? What was the point in fighting
it?
    He didn’t wait for answer to his question; he simply slid down
the bed and then dropped down to his knees. Eva lifted herself on to her
elbows, and looked down at him, as he pulled her by the ankles to the very edge
of the bed.
    Her breath was ragged, her whole body clenching at the thought of
what he might do. He smiled, wickedly and then slowly, so slowly it was almost
unbearable he pulled her joggers down her hips and legs. Every single cell
tingled in anticipation and her fingers dug into the silk sheets.
    Reaching out he stroked the red of her panties and then, just
like with her bra, he ripped them apart. Eva gasped at where the lace dragged
across her skin and made to sit up but one hand pushed her gently back.
    “This pleases me, Eva,” he said. “Let me pleasure you.”
    “But...” she began. Oh God what the hell am I doing?
    “Shhh,” he said. “Shhh.” And then his mouth was on her and any
resistance still lingering faded away into nothing.
    The sensations were explosive; his tongue lapped at her, his
fingers teased her. He rubbed and nibbled and licked over and over until Eva
screamed in agony. One finger entered, then another. He pressed on something at
the exact same moment he sucked her entire clit into his mouth and in an
instant Eva fell over the edge.
    Waves of pure pleasure pulsed through every part of her body and
she grabbed the back of his head to keep him there. She knew she was screaming,
knew the sound was coming from her but could do nothing to stop it. The waves
pulsed and receded and she soared in time with them.
    Finally, spent, she fell back onto the bed and tried to catch her
breath.
    He was on his feet in an instant and she realized that he was
undressing. Eva could only watch in a sort of mute fascination as bit by bit
his body was revealed. His chest was covered in a fine dusting of black hair
that she immediately wanted to stroke, his stomach was flat and muscled and his
cock... it was just as amazing as she suspected and her body clenched again.
    “Touch me, Eva,” he demanded.
    Helpless not to she scooted to the edge of the bed and gripped
his length. Licking her lips hungrily she tentatively tasted him.
    “Yes, Eva, yes.”
    She took him into her mouth and sucked greedily. He tasted of
desire and maleness all wrapped together and she couldn’t get enough. She
licked and nibbled and took as much of him as she could. It wasn’t enough, he
was too big and her mouth too small so she wrapped both hands around him and
stroked him slowly in time with her mouth. His hips bucked and the sounds of
his desire sent an ache throbbing through her.
    Eva wanted him, she had to have him.
    Almost like he had read her mind he pulled away and lifted her
back onto the bed. Eva lay down for him; her legs open in complete surrender.
He covered her with his body, his mouth found hers and they tasted of each