Late night Walk

The night air was perfect, so warm with the cool breeze from the ocean brushing past our faces. I remember the moon was so bright that night, not many stars could be seen, but the moon saw everything.
We had been walking for a good hour now, just talking, stopping every now and then to feel his lips pressed against mine. We were walking along a narrow sidewalk between a row of cars and a few buildings. As we kept walking I tightened my grip around his hand. Never had I understood the point of hand holding until that night. It was almost as if a way to just hold on, so that you know that if ever you go to fall, they will be there to catch you. It was a comfortable feeling.
He glanced slightly at me, but not for long so that he didn't miss a step and run into a parked car. Everytime I saw those deep green eyes look at me, I felt like I wanted to just fall to my knees and completly give myself over to him. Sometimes it was even as if it wasn't real, that the attraction was too powerful to be anything natural. It was just something about the look he gave me, the way my body reacted to the touch of his skin. I was completly and utterly addicted to the taste of him, and there was nothing I could do about it. My dominant personality so badly wanted to fight against him, both physically and emotionally, but somehow he always won. Somehow he was always able to retaliate against me. But it wasn't only my physical attraction to him that had me so caught up. The way his mind worked, his way of thinking and that solid logic he held so tightly to him, it all completly amazed me. I could talk to him for hours about everything and nothing and never get bored of it. When I am with him not only do I urn for his body, but I so badly want to grasp at that beatiful mind of his.
As we passed two buildings, there was a small space between them, and before I knew it he had wrapped his arms around my back and shoved me into the brick wall, but not hard enough to hurt me....too much. He had forced his toung in my mouth and explored the inside of me, his hands opening my shirt and grabbing tightly at my breasts. I couldn't help but cry out, but I tried my best not to make too much noise. I wrapped my arm around his neck and bit down on that curve of flesh between his neck and shoulder and filled my mouth with the salty taste of his skin. My other hand ran down his chest, running hover his muscles until I finally reached what I had been looking for. His breath became ragged and his grip on my breasts became tight enough it made me let go of his neck and gasp for air. I wrapped my fingers around that mass and rubbed my hand tightly down it's length. The cloth of his pants were irritating me, I wanted so badly to feel his skin against mine.
He went for another kiss, pressing himself against me so hard it was almost as if he was trying to swallow me. I explored him, ran my toung over his, sometimes gently biting at his lips. I was finally able to drop his pants and run my hand over the hot flesh of his shaft. As soon as my skin touched his he pulled away from the kiss and threw his head back in a gasp of air. At that moment he ripped my pants to the ground and shoved his hand deep between my legs, rubbing his fingers along the outside and then quickly shoving his fingers deep inside of me.
He lifted me off the ground, using the brick wall to help hold me up while he positioned himself beneath me. His entire body pressed against mine and I could feel his shaft rubbing against my clit. At that moment we looked at each other at the same time and I couldn't help but smile, my entire body filled with this want and this need for him. I felt like I was going to explode if I didn't feel him inside of me. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck and back while he held all of my weight, and without any warning at all he shoved himself as deeply inside of me as he could. I dug my nails into his back and shoved my mouth against his, once again exploring the inside of him.
He started a rythm, sliding my body up and down against him, his long shaft slamming the inside of me, inch by inch. I could feel every inch of him filling me up, the width stretching me open, the length pushing against my inside. It was all pain, the pain you cry out for, the kind of pain that makes your body shutter in pleasure. I wanted this moment to last forever, this feeling that is so pleasureable it is just a little over that line that is pain. It just kept building up inside of me with every thrust of his hips. Everytime he filled me I felt as if I was going to burst just to realease the pressure. But I held on for as long as I could, I didn't want to let go of this feeling, so badly did I want to stay in this exact moment forever. The look in his eyes, the look of lust and love, the feeling inside of me, the press of our bodies, never did I want this to end. But before I knew it my insides convulsed around him causing him cry out as my back arched against him and i cried out a soundless scream. I dug my nails into the sweaty flesh of his back until the feeling began to fade and my entire body collasped against him. We had almost fallen and he was forced to put me to my feet. My legs didn't want to work, I fell a bit backwards into the wall and leaned there for a few moments to catch my breath and reteach myself how to move.
As I sat there for that small time I watched him, every action, every expression, every tiny movement he made. I was completly smazed by him. I watched as he picked up his pants and quickly threw them back on. He looked at me and smiled and thats when I finally realized that we were in a public place. I was thankful for the darkness because I am pretty sure I had blushed then. I quickly dressed myself as the feeling in my legs began to return and the dizzy feeling in my head started to fade away. I think I might have stood there for a few seconds dazed, nothing really going through my mind. I looked at him and just wrapped myself around him and fell into his embrace. As I stood there in his arms and thought about how I tried so hard to hold onto that feeling while he was inside of me, I would have easily traded it for the moment I was in now. I felt so safe with him like nothing could ever go wrong when I was in his arms. I never much liked to depend on people, but I felt protected with him. He was my man, the one who would protect me. I felt like I didn't have to be alone anymore, I didn't have to constanstly watch my back. He would be there, like I would be for him. There was nothing more that I had ever wanted or needed than what I had that night. He has given me more than he himself will ever realize. He has given me a reason to still believe in love, to still believe that one day I will have that safety net below me to catch me when I fall. One day I can be truly happy.