Hormonotherapy

29 - Eliott /!\

I don’t know anymore how long I’ve been craving for this – having her under my skin, her warmth wrapped around me and her whole femininity for me.

But what I surely know is now that I’ve had it, I want more. More from her lips, more from her hips and more from her touch. I hope it’s not much asking, because I’m not about to finish giving.

I’m sinking in floods of emotions and feelings that she, and only she, can ease and lull as I land my lips on her neck; making her body arch.

I feel her hands running though my hair and grip them tight. I hear her escaping a soft moans as I slide my hand inside the hoodie and brush her warm skin.

She holds me close against her, her legs around my waist, pulling tighter as I keep on exploring the back of her body and peel the damn fabric off her.

She’s now exposed. Her lips part, but no words come out. Her chest rise and fall, heavily. Like someone hardly trying to control her breathe.

I look down at her femininity, at her chest.

At Her. At Heather. At the girl who made me lose my mind and drove me wild at cold nights. At the girl I used to argue with for nonsenses. At the girl I used to tease just for the sake of my pride. At the girl I grew up with without knowing that tomorrow she’ll be in my arms – on the sexiest and warmest way.

I look at her and you know what? I like what see. No, come to think of it, I’ll worship her from now on.

Are my hormones speaking or my conscious self? I can’t care less.

I want Heather. I want to feel her in every possible way.

Will you allow yourself to?

Don't know...

I moisten my lips a bit before tasting the tip of one breast, one nipple after another.

She’s gasping with pleasure while I take care of her, as I nibble a nipple until I swallow her whole.

I hear her swearing under her breath. I keep on kissing and teasing her breast as I part my hands on both side of her body, against my glazed window.

“Eliott –” she can’t even finish her sentence as I steal her lips to stifle her words and place the umpteenth hickey on her neck.

“People might see us…”

“Who gives…?”

Yeah, if the purl of rain hadn’t blurred the cold window, people might’ve seen us right now, correct. Which is something wouldn’t even mind. Plus who’d be wandering down there under this clapping rain anyway?

“I’m serious, Eliott –”

“Me too,” I brush my lips against hers. “You said I was crazy and bold, Heather,” I whisper under my breath, brushing my thumb against her lips. “Let me prove you’re right.”

And without any further words and without giving her time to process a thing, I steal her lips again with an unqualifiable hunger. She moans, I groan, she chokes and so do I, but I never let go of us.

One hand on her thigh, the other one against the window, I dive in her neck then slowly between her breasts to get back where I left.

She runs her hands through my body and takes my shirt off me with an eagerness I never thought she’d have. I slowly slide my hand through her belly then down beneath her sweatpant, where I can already have a free touch of her subtle and delicate part.

Soon, her hand reach mine and might as well be honest, I thought she was going to stop me. But soon, my fear turns into relief as she grabs my hand and guides me to where she wants to be touched. To where she wants to feel my fingers. And that’s where she starts rubbing my fingers against her intimacy, slowly guiding me at first as her lips part and she lets out subtle moans of pleasure.