Only The Wild

This is an erotic excerpt from my unpublished work called, Only The Wild. I hope you all enjoy.

 

He plucks the flower and offers it to me with a charming smile. I breathe in its sweet aroma and place it carefully in my hair. A lock of my hair falls over my face and he brushes it behind my ear. I silently wish for a kiss and he studies my face as if he can read the words off my lips. He gives me a soft, long kiss and my hand travels through his hair.

“I missed you,” he whispers on my lips.

“I needed to see you,” I admit with slight desperation.

“I’m here. I’m always waiting for you.”

We always meet somewhere new and spend hours talking and holding hands. He tells me things that would break a normal heart which leads me to believe he’s no ordinary soul. He doesn’t seem to be one who would hold back or take his time on anything but that’s what he did with me. In his stories, he’s reckless and chaotic but with me he’s a different person. I can’t tell if he’s cautiously waiting to trust me or if he’s genuinely taking it slow.

Our first kiss was like a scene from a movie. He took me to the lake and we reminisced about how we first met. He held me in the steady water under the stars. He leaned in and I thought he would finally kiss me, but he didn’t and I realized, he was scared. He was scared I would leave him like everyone else in his life. He only touched his forehead to mine and closed his eyes. I held his hand to my heart so he could feel it race from his touch. His eyes were fixed on mine when suddenly we felt the pitter patter of soft raindrops splashing on our skin. We looked around and smiled at our luck.

“We’re already wet,” I stated the silver lining.

It was as if I spoke his life’s motto that no other person has ever quite understood. “You’re something out of a dream,” he said with a grin and leaned in once more, this time with purpose. His kiss was strong as if to make up for lost time. His lips indulged in a craving he denied himself for far too long. As the rain continued to fall, we were swept up in the magic of that moment.

I’ve never had a first kiss quite like that and they only get better. Every kiss from his lips is a thrill and I lose all inhibitions. As the memory of that night envelops my senses, I utter, “Take me away.” Just as the words spill out, he lifts me up and kisses me harder. My legs wrap around him and a car horn honks as it passes us.

“Not here, come with me.” He drops me gently on my feet and takes my hand. We race off just a few blocks down the street and into the woods where we stop in front of a rustic, little cabin.

“This is your place?”

“Mhmm,” he barely speaks as he opens the door and pulls me inside.

He presses his lips against mine, kicking the door closed behind us. He leads me into his bedroom where he stops and kisses me wildly. There’s a heat between us that can’t be contained. We melt into each other on the bed as our clothes slip off our bodies. He kisses me all over and I moan softly. His touch is sensual and strong. He takes his time exploring my body with every passion-filled second. I’ve never made love in such a way that satisfied every inch of my skin. His hands grope along the smoothness of my back, moving to my sides and over my breasts. His tongue tastes every part of me and his eyes watch my every move intently as if he refuses to miss even the slightest second of pleasure written on my face.

The way he stares at me with such hunger while his face is buried between my thighs has me wondering how long he’s been starving for a closeness like ours. His warm breath stimulates my senses and clouds my thoughts as I moan louder for him. He reaches his hand past my stomach to grab my breast and my legs involuntarily clasp his head tight from the intensely satisfying sensation brought on by his skillful tongue. He grasps my knees in an instant and spreads my legs apart, forcing me to revel in the excitement of pure euphoria. My hands find their way to his head and he holds them in his while the green hue in his irises grow. I pull him over me, my delicate hands still in his strong grasp and he hovers for a mere second before sliding his entire length inside of me. He wraps his hands around my dainty wrists and softly pins my arms down over my head, then he glides his hands down my arms and sides. They travel my skin like a map leading him to my heart. He cups my breasts and buries his face in them, licking each nipple as he pulls out slowly and pushes back in a little faster. With each thrust, he slides quicker and deeper, working me to the sound of my moans. His stare alone is electrifying and I ask myself if this is still a dream as his touch and this pleasure feel incredibly real.

He lifts himself up caressing his hands underneath my legs and stretches them over his chest, resting them on his shoulders while his hand sneaks between my thighs and his thumb rubs gently against my clit. A combination that brought me close to climax and caused my legs to quiver. He could see it on my face, though I’m sure my loud screams gave way to my near orgasmic release and he grinned with self pride just before he dropped my legs, spreading them open and crawling over my trembling body to kiss my supple lips. He continued thrusting roughly now using the headboard as a clutch, biting his lip while watching my breasts bounce. He couldn’t hold back much longer and groaned deep as we climaxed together. He fell on top of me and rolled off, careful not to crush my weary body but his fingers still felt along my curves and soon were lost in my black hair.

The passion didn’t end with the sex. He held me naked for hours while we talked and laughed. He continued kissing my neck and shoulder while we shared our stories. I turned on my side to look into his golden hazel eyes and was utterly entranced by the green specks in them as he stared back.

“You’re my only, Dani,” he paused as he laced his fingers with mine. “When someone finds their only, they’re connected to that person. The connection doesn’t break or fade. It’s forever, we’re forever.”

“I’ll never lose you?”

“Never.” His tone changed from serious to playfully romantic as he started kissing me all over. “My favorite spots to kiss on you are the random freckles I find. They’re hidden everywhere, like here.” He kissed my neck. “Here and here.” He kissed two on my back; one on my shoulder blade and one on my lower back. “And here.” He kissed one on my hip. “And my personal favorite.” He moved slowly down and said, “Here.” He breathed sensually as he kissed my inner thigh. I trembled with every rousing kiss.

He was incredible in every way, I didn’t want the night to end. I fell asleep in his arms and I didn’t dream up a thing. It was utopian.

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