I’ve been away from the world for a while and haven't written in years. This is a scene about the intersection of deep history and raw, unapologetic desire. I’m trying to see if the emotional weight carries the heat, or if it gets in the way. Looking for honest feedback, especially from women, on the pacing and the tension. The person I originally wrote it for couldn't have cared less about it. Curious if I could ever have a future writing like this, at least for fun. I am prone to run-on sentences and use a lot of punctuation, especially commas. It's my poor writing not AI lol.
It's almost midnight on a Friday in late summer. You're wearing the sexiest little sundress that clings to your body in all the right places, impossibly short, with buttons down the front that have been teasing me all day. I've thought about ripping it open and taking you at least a hundred times and at this point the desire is consuming me.
I pour us some more wine as we are straightening up in the kitchen when I'm struck with an idea. I pull my phone out, open Spotify and put on something slow. I take your hand and say "Dance with me." You wrap your arms around my neck as we rock and sway across the kitchen.
You have the most beautifully radiant eyes I've ever seen. They have the most incredible depth and warmth. I could spend a lifetime admiring and mapping every warm shade of brown, and the way that light brings out those flecks of gold and amber.
It takes more self-control than I'd ever admit but I manage to make it all the way to the last few seconds of the song before I take your chin between my thumb and index finger and tilt your head back slightly so that you're looking up at me. The hunger is overwhelming as I bring my mouth down, crashing into yours.
Kissing you is like that first gulp of air after holding your breath underwater for too long. Breath brushing lips first with a soft humid rhythm. The sweet smell of your skin. The faint coppery warmth that rises from the inside of your mouth.That initial tickle as the very edges of our lips graze. Velvet dances across velvet sending a sharp current straight through the center of our bodies.
Our kiss opens like a slow bloom. Your mouth parts just enough that my lower lip slips between yours; allowing me to feel the wet inner surface of your lip, impossibly soft and hot. Our tongues beginning their sensual dance. The tip of mine first, just brushing the inside edge of your lip, then retreating. Your tongue
answers — a slow, curious glide along the underside of mine. The first time they actually curl around each other it feels like silk sliding through warm oil: slippery, deliberate, luxurious. Our breathing becomes shared. I inhale what you exhale, you drink my air right after.
My hands eager to visit all the places where my touch becomes a moan, making you kiss me deeper, that familiar warmth starting to build in your stomach. My palm cupping the side of your jaw, thumb tracing the soft hollow beneath your ear. My fingertips graze the edge of your throat, feeling you swallow, feeling the frantic little flutter of your pulse under thin skin. Finally I thread my fingers into the hair at the nape of your neck, not pulling yet — just cradling, controlling the angle so our mouths can fit even more perfectly. My other hand sliding to the small of your back, fingers spreading wide, pulling your hips closer until they press firmly into mine.
Our mouths have found their tempo now. Long, languid sweeps of tongue — almost lazy — then sudden hungry little sucks on your lower lip that make you gasp into your mouth. I pull back an inch just to watch your lips stay parted, shiny, swollen a shade darker, then I chase them again before you can close them. Sometimes I catch your top lip between both of mine and suck gently; the little sound you makes vibrating against my tongue. You respond by drawing my tongue further into your mouth and sucking rhythmically, mimicking that far more intimate act, deliciously teasing what is yet to come. A low hum escapes my throat, you answer with a soft moan that travels straight to my stiffening cock.
Our bodies speaking loudly now. Your breasts pressing and dragging across my chest. Your hips rocking against me in helpless little circles. The wet sounds of our mouths grow louder, unselfconscious — slick slides, soft sucks, shared breaths.
Eventually we manage to pull back, resting our foreheads together. Breathing ragged through satisfied smiles, we take a moment to come down which is punctuated by soft faint pecks and lingering lips. You whisper softly "I'm going to jump in the shower and wash the day away." I spank you, playfully, then rub your ass in firm circles. Before pulling my hand away I firmly grab a handful and say "I'm going to leave this scarlet and raw tonight." You respond with "Mmm, promise?", meeting my challenge. My eyes are firmly glued to the sway of your hips as you walk away.
I take my shirt off leaving me wearing only a pair of very low rise jeans. I thread a belt through them, because watching you fight to free me in the heat of the moment is so fucking sexy. I finish getting ready and then light some candles around the room.
You step out of the bathroom wrapped only in a towel, skin flushed and dewy, hair damp, face fresh and glowing. My heart beats faster, my blood starts rushing south, my jeans becoming impossibly tight. You stand in front of your dresser, unwrap the towel and let it drop to the floor slowly. Our eyes meet in the mirror, the look of sheer awe and adoration on my face makes you smile and blush softly letting yourself feel the confidence and comfort of knowing they with me you will never know a day where you wonder if you're wanted, desired. Your naked body takes my breath away, every....single....time.
I slowly start to move towards you, my body on autopilot. When you see me closing the distance between us you take a deep breath in anticipation. In the mirror your breasts swell—full, soft, nipples already tightening into dusky peaks from the sudden kiss of cooler air, needy and pebbled, begging for attention. That delicious need growing in your stomach as you imagine...the silky wet warmth of my mouth, the almost imperceptible roughness of my tongue, tingling and teasing, sending little bolts of pleasure down through your core as I bathe you with my tongue, sucking and swirling...until they are wet, coated slick and the contrast of the cool air tickling and tingling. My eyes are everywhere, trying to take all of you in as if seeing you for the first time. You bend forward slightly as if you are reaching for something, but you really just want the animal in me to take over...your ass curving, thighs parting ever so slightly, just enough to make me snap.
Seeing you like this never fails to bring out a different side of me. It's not want, it's need. It's not desire, it's hunger, pure starvation. I walk up behind you and ever so gently drag my fingertips over your hips and up your sides. Goosebumps forming under my fingertips as they glide over your skin. I start rubbing your neck and shoulders, my thumbs pressing into the knots in your muscles, kneading deep slow circles of pleasurable pain followed by warm waves of release as the day's tension melts away. Your body melts into me, putty in my hands as you release a long satisfied sigh from the very depths of your soul.
You turn around and bury your face into me, breathing deeply as you kiss my neck frantically over and over. You are moaning now, the vibrations ticking my skin. I wrap my hand around the back of your neck, my thumb tracing the line of your jaw, tilting your head back so you have no choice but to look at me. I wrap
one hand up in your hair tightly, and run my thumb across your lips with the other.
You look at me that way you do when you give yourself over to me completely...”Yeah?" I say, my voice rough and gravely. Your facial expression surrenders, trusting, soulful, and submitting and you softly say " Please.” Our mouths crash into each other again, but this isn't timid or gentle, this is different — deep, desperate. My hands roam: one cupping your breast, rolling
your nipple between my fingers; the other dipping between your thighs to find you sopping wet for me. "Oh fuck..." you moan as you begin to rock your hips against my touch. "I need you."
When we are finally able to break free from our kiss I turn you back towards the mirror, guiding you so you are bent forward against the edge of the dresser before nudging your legs further apart. Your eyes are dark and lidded, your lips parted. I drop lower, nuzzling the softness of your ass and thighs, my tongue tracing the crease between them. I know what you are anticipating, what you think comes next...which is why this will hit that much harder.
I take your ass firmly in both hands, digging my fingers into the softness of your flesh, spreading you wide, my thumbs pressing into the undersides of your cheeks, opening you completely. You gasp at the exposure, a shaky exhale that turns into a low, needy moan when you feel my hot breath ghost directly over your most private place. The tight ring of your ass clenches once, reflexively, then relaxes—inviting. I flatten my tongue against the tight pucker - broad, slow, and deliberate. The taste is clean and distinctly you: the memory of soap, salt from your skin, and a deeper, forbidden musk that coats my tongue and makes my
head spin. Your initial reaction is to jolt forward, then you immediately rock back, pressing yourself against my mouth. I start licking more firmly running the length from the base of your pussy, up and over your hole and beyond, painting you with saliva. With each pass you shiver violently, and I feel the tiny muscle flutter and pulse under my tongue, opening slightly, greedy for more. I press my tongue flat against your ring and start to swirl it with increasing pressure. You cry out loudly in equal parts pleasure and surprise before a long deep moan escapes from deep in your soul. Your voice is breaking and ragged as you say “Oh. My. God.” while you watch your reflection in the mirror. You feel so velvet-smooth, and every time my tongue dips just inside you make deep, gutteral, and desperate sounds. I stiffen my tongue and press further as you open for me, hot and silky. You're shaking now, thighs trembling, ass cheeks quivering in my grip.
I can feel your pussy is literally dripping now, and I can't ignore it a second longer. I need to taste you. I slide lower, dragging my tongue ever so slowly, a long slick strip until I finally reach your soaked folds. You cry out - high and sharp - when my mouth finally seals over your pussy from behind. I devour you, lapping furiously at every delicious drop, and then I plunge my tongue straight into you - thrusting as deeply as I can go, curling it against your walls, moaning when you clench and flutter around my tongue so that you will feel the vibrations.
You are grinding against my face now, smearing your wetness across my nose, cheeks, and lips. I pull back just enough to suck your lips into my mouth, one and then the other, tugging gently. Flattening my tongue again I run the length from your asshole to your clit, each time spending just a few seconds longer worshiping it with broad, punishing strokes.
You're loud now, moans turned into cries, words dissolving into “fuck.....please.....yes...” and then just noises. I pull back just far enough to say “cum for me baby" and then I lick your entire length from your clit to your ass and back, each time letting my tongue dip inside you ever so slightly....then I wrap my lips tightly around your clit creating a seal. I start to suck while rapidly flicking your throbbing nub with my tongue. I slide two fingers inside you and curl firmly against your g-spot. Your hips are bucking wildly now, but I keep the pressure and pace steady as you come completely undone.
Your body seizes, a broken scream escaping you as you cum insanely hard, gushing down my mouth and chin. You're shaking so hard that if it weren't for my hands holding you up, you'd have collapsed. I greedily lick up your juices, possessed by your taste. Your scent is so intoxicating that I am impossibly hard, my jeans strained to the limit. I wrap my arms around you and pull you down into my lap. I hold you like this, caressing your body as you come down. You alternate between pressing your face into my neck while breathing deeply, and kissing all over my neck and chest. You trace your fingers over my chest, then my stomach, and then you are rubbing your hand against the bulge in my jeans. This elicits a groan from me. You turn your head so your lips are next to my ear and say “Mmmm, stand up". I stand up and then reach down to help you up, but you let my hands go once you get to your knees. You grasp me by my hips and direct me back so that now I am the one leaning against the dresser.
Your hands are working at my belt. I was right, you look so fucking sexy as you concentrate on freeing my cock from my jeans. In seconds you are pulling them down my legs, my impossibly hard cock springing free. You look up at me, your eyes wide, hungry. You drag your a single fingertip along it, making my hips jerk involuntarily. Your hand wraps around the base of me and you give it one slow stroke from from root to tip, twisting gently at my head, spreading the slickness you find there until Iʼm gleaming under your touch. A low groan rips out of me, you smile at the sound—sly, wicked, knowing—before you finally lower your mouth.
The first touch is just your lips: plush, wet heat kissing the very tip, soft and reverent, like youʼre savoring the taste of me. You part them slowly, letting the head slip inside inch by inch, your tongue flat and pressing against the underside as you take me deeper. The suction is light at first—almost teasing—but the warmth is overwhelming as you work me expertly in and out of your soft, wet mouth, your saliva dripping down my shaft, coating everything. I feel every tiny ridge of your palate, the roof of your mouth curving perfectly around me.
Slow bobs at first - half my length disappearing between your lips, then pulling back until just the head is trapped, your tongue swirling circles around the crown, flicking over the slit to lap up every drop I give you. Each time you sink down you take a little more. The moment I hit your throat you hum—deep, vibrating—and my whole body locks up, a guttural “fuck” punched out of my lungs. Somehow you flutter around me like youʼre swallowing, milking me without even trying.You find your rhythm: long, wet glides that leave me shining with your spit, your lips stretched around me, cheeks hollowing on the upstroke. Drool escapes the corners of your mouth, running in thick strands down my shaft, pooling at the base, dripping onto my balls. One hand cups my sack, rolling them gently, tugging just enough to make my hips snap forward; the other now working in concert with your mouth, twisting in counterpoint to your sucking so the sensations never stop overlapping. Every time I throb against your tongue you moan around me, the vibration traveling through me, making my balls draw up tighter. You change angles—tilting your head so my head drags along the inside of your cheek, creating a visible bulge; then straightening and taking as much as you can. Your eyes find mine and the way you look at me tells me that you know exactly what you're doing to me as you make a show out of struggling just a bit.
I started out capable of talking dirty to you, encouraging you and spurring you on saying things like “You take me so good baby", and “You look so fucking sexy sucking my cock"...but now Iʼve devolved into an endless string of incoherent moans, groans, "fucks", and "Oh Gods". You can feel how insanely hard I am, the pulsing of my veins against your tongue telling you that I am right on the absolute brink. You edge me perfectly—slow when I'm seconds from losing it, faster and deeper when I need it—until my hips are twitching, my legs are numb and shaking, and I am impossibly close to the brink. You edge me perfectly—slow when I'm seconds from losing it, faster and deeper when I need it—until my hips are twitching, my legs are numb and shaking, and I am impossibly close to the brink.
You pull your mouth off me with a pop and stroke me lazily as you gaze up at me with the sexiest, most seductive look and say "I need you inside me." My eyes follow your hand as it drops between your thighs and you start to rub your pussy, using your fingers to spread yourself open as you bite your bottom lip seductively, clearly enjoying the effect the visual is having on me. “This is yours. Now take it." The satisfied smirk on your face tells me you knew what you were doing when you said that. That last bit of control inside me snaps and what is left is pure animalistic hunger. I pick you up effortlessly and set you on the edge of the dresser. You reach behind you to brace yourself as you look down to watch us. I spend a moment rubbing your hips, stomach, and thighs before I grab your hip with my left hand to steady you as I use my right hand to rub your pussy with my cock.
I push into you and in one single thrust give you all of me, filling you, feeling you clench hot and wet. You rest your head on my shoulder and wrap your arms around me tightly. I pump in and out of you, spurred on by your gasps and moans in my ear and the feeling of your eyelashes as your eyes flutter against my skin. I change the angle of my hips just a bit until I'm knocking against your g-spot. That soft, warm sponge rubbing over the head of my cock feels so fucking amazing. As you adjust to me you open your legs further, reaching behind me to grab my ass and pull me into you a little harder and faster. You are rocking your hips now to meet my thrusts. Suddenly I reach beneath your ass and pull you forward until you are hanging over the edge, keeping my hands beneath you for support. I bottom out inside you and start grinding against you intensely. “I want you to cum on my cock baby." is all I have to say as I find the perfect rhythm and grind into you as tightly as I can, giving it to you relentlessly until you cry out, your body shuddering as your insides clench down on me over and over.
Your legs spasm as you drench me with your orgasm, your nails scratching my back as you try desperately to hold on to me. I start to slide in and out of you slowly, gently again, slowly increasing the pace, and then I feel it - I am getting close now, so I tell you "God baby, you're going to make me cum so hard.” You look up at me and breathlessly say “Wait. I want you to cum in my mouth.” I almost lost it right there, but I manage to pull out. I help you down and as soon as I do you drop down in front of me, take me into your mouth, and begin working me like you have to have my cum right now.
Your eyes lift to mine—wide, unblinking, locked in. No words. Just that stare. My eyes lock onto your's and I let go, yelling, my hands tangled in your hair just to steady myself. Still, I don't break eye contact with you, and you are still staring into mine. Deep brown, endless perfection pulling me in, holding me captive as you swallow over and over, deliberately, every pulse. Time slows. The room fades. It's only us—your gaze stripping me bare, seeing everything: the obsession, the years of craving, the way you've owned me since the first time.
My chest cracks open; something raw and shattering rushes through me. Love, lust, surrender—all at once. I feel exposed, undone, completely yours in that endless second. Your eyes never waver, drinking me in as you drain me completely—every last drop down your throat as it works me, your lips sealed
tight. It shatters me in the best way: heart hammering, body trembling, soul laid open under that stare. Nothing has ever hit like this. When I finally come down you pull your mouth off me, only then breaking your stare to smile up at me. I pull you up and kiss you deeply—the taste of us dancing on our tongues. “You are so absolutely amazing." I say as I take your hand and gently guide you toward the bed.
I pause on the way, my mouth at your ear, my voice rough with desire. "I'm not done with you though. I want all of you. I need your perfect ass..."You shiver, nod, eyes dark with want and you manage a soft "Uh-huh.."I lie back flat on the bed, my cock still unbelievably hard and slick from you. You hand me a bottle of lube from the bedside table before you straddle me—facing away, ass toward me—knees on either side. I reach down and line myself up, pressing gently against your tight ring—slowly I ease into you, pausing to let you adjust to me. Eventually you begin to lower yourself onto me inch by inch until I'm buried deep inside your ass.
The heat, the grip, the way you gasp and settle... fuck, it's overwhelming.You start grinding—slow rolls at first, then deeper, controlling every slide. I reach around with my hand and start circling your clit in firm, teasing loops that make you arch and moan louder. As you increase your pace, I slide two fingers inside your pussy—curling up to stroke that swollen ridge, while my palm presses flat and grinds against your clit with every thrust of your hips. The perfect combination of intense pleasure: my fingers curling against your G-spot, my palm grinding constant pressure on your clit, and every throbbing inch of me filling your ass.
Your pace quickens and you ride me even harder. I am lost in the feeling of your ass clenching tight around me with every rock of your hips. Your moans turn desperate, and you tremble as the sensations build. My cock is stretching you full from behind, my fingers curl against that spot inside, and my palm grinds into your clit relentlessly. You are flooding and shaking, all of you mine in that moment - my beautiful and sensual mess coming undone in my arms.Just as I'm bringing you to the very edge of bliss, I start to feel that familiar pressure building at the base of my cock. "Oh fuck, baby," I growl lowly as I thrust up to meet you as your grind into me. "I'm going to cum again. You're the only one who has ever made me cum twice in a row like this. Only you can pull every drop out of me."
I'm losing all control—moaning wildly, hips jerking up uncontrollably, every muscle locked as the pressure coils tighter and tighter. You manage to say between moans "Fuck—baby—fill my ass please!" You grind into me frantically until my hands find your hips and anchor you firmly against me as the waves crash over us. You cry out as your core starts to spasm, your pussy clenches around my fingers, and your ass is pulsing around my cock. I clamp my mouth down on your shoulder and yell against the silky smoothness of your skin as I cum hard inside your ass - throbbing over and over, your insides milking every last drop from me until your are full and I am totally spent.
I am still throbbing inside you as we collapse together, spooning now with your back to my chest, tangled up like the most exquisite pretzel. I wrap my arms around you tightly and pepper your shoulders and neck with hundreds of little kisses. I push the hair from your face before stroking your cheek and then running my hands up and down your sides, gentle now.I start to say something in your ear before realizing that I can't find any words.
Finally I manage to whisper against your skin "Fuck, baby," my voice hoarse. "You're still the only one who can break me like this..." You tilt your head ever so slightly, looking up at me, your eyed lidded and heavy, and you tell me softly "Me too!"