Perfection In Motion

"What is it you want?"

"I'm not sure, but I just know I want you"

"Why?"

"Are you always so full of questions?"

"Now you're doing it"

"Okay, let's begin by taking off those clothes"

Slowly, I peeled off my clothes, I couldn't look him in the eye. Shame, fear, I don't know what it was. I was terrified. His confidence was so powerful, I hadn't been wanted so strongly before.

"Look at me"

"I.."

"Look at me now!"

My eyes tore themselves from the floor and met his. He sat on the cream leather couch holding a glass of wine, sipping it slowly and looking over the brim at me. I was still wearing my underwear but already felt naked and exposed. My heart raced and tried to beat itself out of my chest, my knees almost giving way could hardly support me. I'd met him three weeks earlier in a bookshop. I was leafing through a Lovecraft and felt him looking at me. I wasn't dressed in anything great, just a long grey coat and a neck scarf, my hair was snatched up in a ponytail and I had my thick rimmed blue glasses on. Everyone told me they were too heavy for my face but I liked them. The presence of him was like a strong musky smell, intoxicating and arousing, I felt too self conscious to look up at him but I wanted to. I waited until he was engrossed in the synopsis of the back of a graphic novel and snatched a look at him. Fuck, he was nice. Wearing the same black, thick rimmed glasses. They'd always done it for me, and his dark hair too. I loved that look, it just screamed intelligence. And although I was intimidated by him I was also extremely intrigued.

"And the bra"

"Can dim the lights?"

"No, you can take off your bra and stop pretending to be so fucking bashful"

I forced a laugh.

"I'm not pretending"

"I've read your stuff, I know you're a minx"

"That's not really me, I mean it is, but it's just an embellished me. I'm not that sexually predatory really"

"The bra Emma, stop stalling".

Right, I have to somehow find that persona and become it. I have to pretend I'm this sexually confident vixen and... shit, what have I created? I tried to imagine what me in my stories would do, how would she behave in a situation like this? And then it came to me. Although I hated my own body, or at least parts of it, if I didn't look down and just looked into his eyes I could pretend, at least, to be something he wanted.

I unhooked my black bra and slipped the straps down slowly, letting them fall, and then sliding my arms out I dropped it to the floor. My eyes now fixed on his, the wine had been left for the last few moments. I walked over to him slowly and took the glass from his hands and placed it on the floor next to him. I leaned over and ran my tongue over his top lip and around to his bottom lip, his tongue met mine and they swirled around each other in slow, mouthwatering circles. It dipped inside my mouth slowly and swept in deep thrusts into the back of my mouth. My moan seeped into his mouth and I took a sharp intake of breath. I kissed his cheek delicately and slid my tongue around the back of his ear and then closed my teeth gently around his lobe, drawing it through my teeth.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head to the side, pulling me off balance I fell on his lap, he took my jaw in his hand and pulled it down to open my mouth wide. Determinedly he forced his tongue deep into my mouth and sucked my bottom lip into his mouth hard. My stomach reacted instantly in surges of concupiscent delight. My moaning grew into a high pitched whimper, my whole body relented and I felt myself swell and lubricate instantly. My thoughts stopped, nothing but roaring emotions exploding inside me billowing like a summer storm. The next thing I felt was his fingers inside me pressing against the front wall of my gushing cunt and forcing out another high pitched wail from deep within my gut. He takes out his fingers and sucks them clean.

"Sweet".

Oh god, another cataclysmic blast in my gut. I wanted him to rip me to shreds right there. I wanted him to fuck me so hard I'd be feeling him inside me for weeks. He was so fucking sexy my teeth clenched and I growled with animalistic lust. But then he stood up held out his hand and brought my to my feet, swept me up and carried me up the stairs to the bedroom. He laid me on the bed so gently, I thought of flower petals, and knelt on all fours as he bent down to kiss me. All that bravado changed to a beautiful tenderness now, his tongue brushed softly along my lips and into my mouth, nudging inside and massaging my tongue against his. He kissed my neck, running his tongue down my neck, making my whole body shiver and covering me in goosebumps. My nipples hard and wrinkled to the point of a wonderful stinging pain. And then as my mind focused on the sensations in my breasts his lips wrapped themselves around them and the flat of his tongue swept across and around them in soft laps.

I noticed the silence of the room, the silhouettes of our bodies in the darkened room, outlined by the light from the hallway creating a luminescent aura around him. It was probably one of the most beautiful sites I've ever seen. The contours of his body, the light, the quiet, it was perfect and delicate and ours.

"Roll over"

I did as I was told. I love that feeling of a man taking me in his power and controlling me. It makes me feel weak, out of control, completely had. And then I felt his tongue tracing lines on my skin, along my back and up to my neck. I felt the tip of his cock ever so slightly brush against the crack of my arse, it made my hips move to push out my bottom and will him to come inside. Feeling his tongue trail over my skin was wonderful, sending electric shivers all over me.

"Spread your legs"

His command was heady, his baritone voice had an intense effect on my senses, I couldn't flow anymore than I was. By now this was a heavenly torment I half wanted to end with the first touch of the tip of his cock, but also delighted in and would happily endure hours more. And there it was, the glans met my slit and kissed it delicately. Roses, freesias, lillies, the velvet wisp of union and I was gone. Slowly, ever so slowly I felt him glide into me with the grace of the first brush of an artist's brush on freshly prepared canvas. Oh, the pleasure. A thesaurus of synonyms swept through my mind,

all, carefully, completely, conscientiously, efficiently, from top to bottom, fully, hard, in and out, in detail, inside out, intensely, intensively, meticulously, painstakingly, remarkably, scrupulously, strikingly, sweepingly, through and through, unremittingly, up and down, wholly.

And then I could hold back no longer, and perfectly neither could he. There's nothing, nothing in this world that can compare to two perfectly timed orgasms. Few things as beautiful, rarely does the universe bring moments so completely sublime you have to wonder if perhaps you fell into a dream without realising. With a kiss that felt like a droplet of rain on the back of my neck he lay beside me and smiled.

"Kiss me, now"

And he did.