Need (Erotic Short Story)

A romantic evening out leads to a night of passion.

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The night is a lesson in anticipation.

We sit across from each other at the restaurant, the romantic atmosphere shading us in candlelight and delicious scents. Our eyes catch and hold. Our fingers touch and linger. Below the table your hard thigh is pressed against mine. My toes tease any bare skin I find. The heat of your body invades mine, bringing with it your manly scent. The meal is delicious. I barely taste it. I am intoxicated but the wine has nothing to do with it.

The ride home is no less overloaded with tension. Safe behind the closed garage door, you pull me to you. Your tongue tangles with mine and I taste just a hint of the raspberry and chocolate dessert we shared. The kiss is rough. Your hand fists my hair, your control over me complete.

You pull away and nip at my lower lip. “Let’s go in.”

The door closes with a soft click and we tear at each other’s clothes, leaving a trail to the bedroom. No foreplay is needed. We tumble across the bed and you push into my heat. We fit perfectly.

I arch, my fingers digging into your back. Your thrusts push me across the bed and my head hangs off the side. One hand on my hip and the other on the floor, you keep us from falling to the floor. Your hips grind against mine even harder, finding my g-spot with gratifying accuracy. I gasp and moan at the increased depth of your penetration. Your groan and growl as your grow even larger and full me to extremities.

I hurt so good, I can hold on no longer. Neither can you.

Your eyes ensnare mine as climax pulls us both under. “I love you.”

“I love you.”

Bringing your head down, I kiss your lips and pour my affection across the trembling connection. It isn’t long before we are moving in that age old rhythm again.