the boy and the girl

"I've missed you Maple." He said as he approached her.



Before she could reply he had already placed his warm hands upon her face caressing her cheeks. His hand cradling her dainty chin, he gently pulls her forward, tilting her up into his grim eyes like two lone souls of the night. His candid eyes were deep and profound as if a heavy weight laid on them. Dark and grave, if not for the slightest hint of smile on his face, she would have thought him looking right past her, lost deep in thought.



Being guided towards him, she closed her eyes, letting his tug take her wherever he pleased. Slightly tipping on her toes, she inches forward with unknowing lips in anticipation of sweet lies.



When their lips finally brushed. she felt his gratifying lips on hers in a deep release. Her mind was racing and her senses were blazing. The lubricious sounds of their lips against, apart and against each other flooded her mind until heart aflutter, she instinctively--as if she has done so since the dawn of time--and confidently stepped into his warm embrace as if she belonged, had always deservedly belonged.



Her hands quickly assumed position, running from his chest up to his neck on either side, locking him in her hold, sending them both into a fury, intensifying their soft delicate kiss into a forbidden love story.



Her hands combed through his hair, tugging and pulling in affectionate response as he bites her in between kisses. A whisper of a moan escapes her as he bites down hard on her lips.



Their kiss, evolving into a union of two love-starved wolves, ignited a raw throb in her. Her breaths came shorter and faster as her entire body from head to toe lit up in perjury. Suddenly she became more aware of everything; simple fingertip brushes became more than just brushes, his ragged breath, his beating chest.



He abruptly pulls away and stops kissing her, leaving her chin and lips extended, her mouth forward still wanting more, as if her lips had intended their moment to be forever. About to open her eyes to find him, a warmth comes over her neck. A rasp sigh catches her voice as if life had just been breathed back into her--her response giving him rule to kiss deeper, tongue-teaser. She tenses her grasp, clenching her fingers dug into him as delicate claws.



He stops for a moment, "I liked that," he whispers into her ear.



She smiled as she held in the shiver that came from his voice. "Don't stop . .." She all but manages to whimper back.



She could taste the smile abroad his face.



The kissing on her pulsing neck resumes only to shortly stop thereafter as he made his claim up her jaw back onto her moist, sex-starved lips.



She could almost feel the moist conjure inside her as they resumed their sweet-entrenched kiss.



The throb had grown uncontrollable. Released by the thumping in between her thighs, her hands knew no longer its bounds and gave court rummaging across his body eventually seeking his coinciding throb. She left no secrets as to what her heart desired as she cupped her hand over his bulge. Despite her prurience what she had wanted more than anything else was simply his attention--all of it and selfishly--just to herself. She wanted to give him command.



Whether he heard her thoughts or not, he took command as his rough hands made across her body, leaving no refuge as her flesh came under the harsh grasp of his grip. Wherever his hands happened to be, he left a blushed streaking mark.



Her breasts since tender received the special attention they were aching for. She yelped in the middle of a kiss, her mouth still lost in his, as his hold grazed up her gasped navel, fondling delicately at first, her inflamed chest.



With each passing tension of lips, his seize sank deeper into her chest, a gruff yet welcoming grope.



Suddenly in natural tendency she urged open her eyes during their kiss to watch. But the draw of their lust was too intoxicating and soon she melted back into the sweet darkness with the image of his eyebrows and messy hair flowing down her mind.



Then her breaths came short again when his hands, having left its imprint on her breasts, slowly but surely rolled down her gasped navel once again. She had a feeling they were not going to just stop by her belly button this time around. There was no way she could let him. She was too sensitive and she could actually now feel the maple collecting at her tap.



She grabbed his wrist with ease and agility, just shy of reaching her clit.



He seemed to have given up as he picked back up their kiss.



She was a hushed mess and then.



A bite. A moaning pain. A loose grip.



The split moment of pain was enough for his escape from her cuff.



The next thing that happened to her was indescribable. Visibly, his hand had slipped from her tight clasp and slid down her pelvis. What was ineffable was the raw rush of lust that was gorged between her thighs and what had happened to it.



All her shut-in natural feelings for him escaped all at once, upon the moment he placed his fingers upon her clit. A simple rub of her spot was enough to send her entire body into an inexplicable euphoria. A heart-wrenching tremble surged up her body, quivering up her spine, leaving its incomparable sensation behind. A firework of pleasure and simple rare-happiness. Her mind body and soul gave kindle under the faintest of sparks and erupted into the roar of a fire that was their scorched bliss. The flutter culminated through the back of her skull, splintering into her mind with his touch and his thrust.



Nothing about her lust and her appetite was normal, at least it had not been for a while--and maybe even then, still not. She ached a very good ache. What had she been missing this whole time? Her yearning for him sank deep into each and every last mineral of her bones. An old bridge that had been eroded by wear and neglect, once lost to the sink of time was now found again. Yet she hesitated, afraid, unsure and conflicted.



Despite their temporary acquaintance--how it left her wanting, how every bit meant something to her--her feelings for him had blossomed from their simple rapport into a deep and strong affection that gave rise to the rush--whose dominance she could still feel by the echoes of memory--awakening in her a new sense of purpose, one with him in mind. Asleep, astray in the sins of time, forgotten and shackled by the binds of her mind, she had awoken into an embrace that felt so right. Awoken by him.



She awoken to his hushed murmur, "Katie? Are you okay?"



She roused in blinks.



"Wait! You're not asleep are you?! You've been silent for a while now."



Katie, her eyes holding the breadth of a twinkling night canvas, felt a passing breeze. It was chilling. Where did all my warmth go? I swear ....



Her breath caught at her throat. She looked down from the star-freckled space. She was supine on a slope of a hill and Chris was next to her laughing at his own jokes. Katie's eyes stiff with thought, fought to remember what happened last. Wasn't I with ... she glanced back to Chris, catching him staring at her back. They both recoiled, immediately turning away from each other.



Katie tucked in her knees and wandered her hands past the point of no return. Her shorts, panties notwithstanding, were completely soaked along the crevice. A flush rushed into her face. She was not ever going to turn back around.