Inodded, not trusting my voice anymore. I wanted him to understand my answereven if it was not spoken.
Ilooked up at his dark eyes, his irises indistinguishable from his pupils in thedim light. I could feel the warmth of his body; I could smell the scent of hisskin.
Hislips opened slightly and he moved his hand to my face, gently stroking my lipswith his thumb. All of his movements were slow, allowing me to adjust to him,preparing me.
Butmy desire was impatient. It burned fast, scorching and desperate. And it wantedhim now. I rose onto my toes and kissed him. For a moment he was still,surprised by what I just did, but the next second he took me in both of hisarms, opening his lips as his tongue found mine.
Myarms were wrapped around his neck. I could not get enough of him.
The stillness of the moment before was replaced byfrantic and wild movements of passion. I was sliding my hands over his neck, shoulders, arms.I felt him through the wet shirt, tight skin over his muscles. His hands glidedover my neck and back. His other hand touched my waist, drifted over mystomach, moving up – slowly up – until his fingers stopped justbelow my breast.
Oh, J…
Myheart was racing, my lungs felt out of breath, my skinwas on fire. My mind was spinning and I was trying hard to keep conscious.
Hemoved his head an inch from my lips, his breathing ragged, one hand pressedagainst my back while the other one waited… waited… the tips of his fingersalmost touching the sensitive skin of my breast. My thoughts were incoherent;all my attention was on sensing. Sensing him. Sensing his touch.
Itook a deep breath and held it in, waiting.
Thenhis hand drifted up and his fingers touched my breast.
Myknees lost their tension, and I would have fallen if he hadn’t been holding me.
Ihad been touched before during my IC sessions, though only indirectly through flexileskin protectors. But the way J was touching me now – and how my skinreacted to his touch – was… ah…exhilarating.
Allof a sudden, a random thought intruded: Whycouldn’t Descendants experience these extreme, exquisite feelings? Why werethese bodily responses suppressed?
Butthe thought was gone as fast as it came, as J started lifting my dress. The wetfabric stuck to my skin as he slid it up, my hair still wrapped in the folds ofthe dress. He gently pulled it over my head and my damp hair fell down again. Hedropped my dress on the floor and then loosened the waist string of my underwear,which sank to the ground.
Jmoved back, holding my arms and gazed down the length of my body.
“Youare… beautiful,” he whispered.
Hisbreathing was heavy as he looked back at my eyes. He let go of my arms and thenpulled his shirt over his head and let it fall next to his feet.
Andit was my turn to look at his body now.
Ismiled to myself. He looked — stunning!
Islowly put my palm on his chest, feeling his warm skin. He covered my hand withhis and came closer to me, and—I could feel him, pressing on my belly,his desire clear.
Isqueezed my inner muscles, an instinctive response to the craving I feltinside. My body was governing all my actions now. I slid my hands behind hisback and moved even closer, pressing my hips toward him. His breath hitched.
“Dora…”he whispered, “I want to… make love to you… but… I need to be sure you wantthat too,” he said though strained breaths.
Oh, J, isn’t it obvious?
Iraised myself on my toes again, sliding my breasts against his skin. He closedhis eyes for an instant, looking slightly unbalanced before he took anotherheavy breath.
“I…want… you…too,” I whispered. You can’timagine how much.
Therewas a moment’s pause, and then he leaned in for a kiss, a passionate responseto the words I just said.
Hemoved his lips down my neck, following the wild heartbeat in my veins. His lipsleft a burning sensation on my skin as he bent lower, over my collarbone, upperchest, and then… ah, the breast…
Ibowed my head back. My knees were shaking, my arms around his neck felt weak.
Andthen, he took my nipple in his mouth. I gasped and stopped breathing. It wassuch a strong sensation that it blocked all other nerve centers.
Iwas dizzy.
Iwas out of breath.
Hiskisses became more urgent, more needy, more desperateas his lips explored my body. I moaned involuntarily. A strong anticipationgathered somewhere deep inside me, tightening all my inner muscles.
Thenext moment, I felt I was losing myself, losing track of what he was doing. Icouldn’t distinguish his movements as he kept kissing my breasts. I just heldon tight, enjoying the shivering anticipation he induced deep inside me.
Engrossedin my own fireworks of sensations, I was barely aware that he’d slid off his trousers,until—I felt him.
Ah…
Mymind went crazy.
Iraised my knee and wrapped my leg over his hips. Automatically, he pulled myother leg around his waist, his hands holding me tightly to his body.
Therewas a moment where we both looked at each other, arms and legs embraced, in thewarm orange light of the setting sun. Our heavy breaths echoed in the cave.
Helooked at my lips and kissed me again. He slowly knelt on the ground, holdingmy body so I was sitting on his thighs.
Assoon as we were down and my knees touched the ground, I raised my hips up,while holding onto his shoulders. His hands were on my waist,our eyes were fixed on each other. When I was above him, my belly pressing againsthis chest, I felt him, down there,just barely touching me, inducing the sweet agony of desire deep inside mybelly.
Itdrove me insane.
Thenhe slowly lowered me down onto him.
Ah…
Andit was—unbelievable!
Imoaned and closed my eyes as I finally indulged my inner craving.
Hisbreath hitched as I pressed myself on him completely, arching backward,bringing my breasts close to his mouth.
Hekissed me and then everything became a haze. The exquisite fullness I feltinside me, the burning feeling his kisses left on my skin, the movements he nowstarted doing…
Iwas unaware, crazy, breathless, as he moved my body in
