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Fire and Ice

I caved. I gave in to a passion like I’ve never known.

I was lost in his lips. They were so soft. Their smoothness was pressed firmly to mine. My mind was going blank. I couldn't think of anything aside from how they felt. My heart was racing. I was positive he could feel it thunking against my ribs. He brought his hand to the back of my head, tangling his fingers in my hair. He pressed his face even harder to mine. When I felt his tongue against my lips, I opened and accepted it eagerly. He tasted like a slice of Heaven.

His hand released the back of my neck, and together, both hands traced my spine to my lower back. When he pulled them back up, his skin ever so lightly brushed mine, pulling my shirt along with them. He slowly pulled it up and over my head while barely breaking the feverish kisses. I still couldn't believe the heavenly taste of his lips.

He looked straight into my eyes as my shirt fell to the floor. My whole body felt like it was on fire when he looked at me like that. I smiled and he responded by pressing his lips to my neck. Kissing me softly, at first, then harder and harder. He trailed his way past my collar bone down between my breasts and towards my belly. He got on his knees and kissed my stomach over and over again while he unbuttoned my jeans. He pulled the zipper down and I felt the fabric slip down my legs. I felt so exposed standing there in nothing but my bra and panties.

He leaned back, as if to admire me, looking at me from head to toe and back again. His eyes were lit up with hunger. They burned right through me. I could feel every nerve in my body explode as his eyes devoured me.

He wrapped his arms around my waist, running them up my back and around my neck as he stood up. He pulled me in close and began alternating between kissing my lips and my neck all over again. I hadn't thought it possible to melt any further, but here I was, turning into an even bigger mess than I already was. His touch was like standing in a room full of fire and ice. It burned every inch of skin he touched with flames of desire, yet, I broke out in chills of lust whenever the tips of his fingers left my body. My mind was a tangled mess, but I knew one thing for sure. I wanted him, and I wanted him badly. Damn the consequences. My body was reacting to him like it had never reacted to a man before.

I caved. I grabbed him around the neck with both arms and pulled him as tightly to me as I possibly could. The room was on fire. My body was in flames. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I could feel his firmness pressed against me as he took me to his bed. He never slowed his kisses. I never lessened the passion. He brought his lips to mine time and time again. I kissed him with a passion that was consuming me. With my legs still wrapped tightly around him, he laid me gently on the bed. I never slipped from his grip as he moved me back towards the headboard with one hand, using the other bring himself with me, and eventually over me. He took a moment to look into my eyes. He looked so deep into me that I could feel him in my soul. I could feel him reading my inner most thoughts. For the first time in my life, I was OK with another human being knowing my deepest desires. There was something about him that screamed security.

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