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Forbidden Sighs

Erotic Prompts Series

Photo by Yaroslav Blokhin on Unsplash

They were standing too close. His girlfriend by his side, her boyfriend by hers. And it was crazy to even think about him ripping her clothes off when her boyfriend was sitting right next to her. But the craving was too thought-consuming. She wanted him. Badly. And by the way he kept looking at her, he wanted her just as much, maybe even more. And finally, she had to go to the kitchen to get away from him. She dipped her hands under the cool water coming from the faucet and washed her hands with cold water, splashing it onto her face as well. She took the small towel from the refrigerator door and patted off the excess water from her face. As she turned around to rejoin the others, she bumped into a hard chest. She swallowed hard and looked up. It was him. Oh, but he looked damn good. Too deliciously bad for his own good. She decided to take what was left of her common sense and tried to walk away, but he stopped her. The towel in her hand dropped to the floor, and she couldn't dare to look at him. He tipped her chin up and made her. She met his hungry gaze, which skimmed down to her lips and back up to her eyes. She licked her dry lips and in a second, his mouth crushed hers. There was nothing gentle about it and she expected nothing else from a starving man. 

He'd been dreaming about her since he met her. She haunted his dreams night after night. And he wanted to have her naked, beneath him, moaning out his name over and over again. But he knew it was wrong. Which made it that much more appealing. He had always been the type to enjoy anything and everything that was bad for him. And she was no different. He parted her lips with his tongue and sucked on it, making her moan. He left her lips and kissed all the way down to her collarbone. Tugging down the strap of her tank top, he kissed lower, reaching the top of her breast. His hands gripped her hips and pushed her against the refrigerator door gently, not making a sound. While his mouth sucked on her nipple, she bit her lower lip to keep herself from groaning out loud, not wanting their significant others to hear what they were doing. But seconds later, she heard footsteps and they both separated from each other as she tugged her strap back up to her shoulder blade. He went to the cabinet and she went over to the sink, on the opposite side of him. She looked up and saw her boyfriend. He smiled at her, opening the fridge and taking out a soda, a minute later walking away. She let out a sigh of relief and swallowed hard. It didn't take him long to step into her orbit again. He was behind her now, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her against him hard, his nose grazing into her strawberry scented hair. She could feel how thick she was making him at the front of his jeans. And it made her want him even more.

He rubbed himself against her as she closed her eyes, biting her lower lip. His lips bent down to her ear, brushing against it.

"I want you too much." His words caused a ripple affect throughout her body, increasing her need for him. Her gaze met his as she craned her neck, turning to look at him. The heat in her eyes made him want to do so many things to her, things that would make a porn star blush.

"This is wrong." She claimed in a whisper, but her body was crying out in protest of her words. He grinned in response, letting her know he didn't care at the moment. And it was obvious she didn't either. Otherwise she'd have pulled away from him by now. He turned her around and kissed her hungrily. Her arms went around his neck, as his hands went to grab her thighs, wrapping her legs around his waist. He placed her on top of the counter, never leaving her lips. She ripped open his shirt and let herself explore his hard chest. He was too sexy, too wrong for her. But she needed to have him, one way or another, if only to get rid of this urgent desire that's been burning her thoughts at night. She was a church-going member of this town and he as well. Was it wrong to act on these lustful feelings? 


He tugged the straps of her top down once again, to uncover her breasts and he cupped one of them, rubbing his thumb over the nipple. She bit her lower lip to keep from moaning and he bent down and took it into his mouth, sucking on it gently. And it felt so good. So good. The throbbing between her legs grew. She wanted him inside her. Now. But she knew it was going too far already. So she took his hand and lead it down her stomach and in between her legs instead. His finger reached inside her silky panties and dipped into her slowly. She bit her lip hard to keep from screaming out. He stroked her slowly as he left her breast and kissed up to her mouth. He kissed her hungrily, his free hand circling and pinching lightly at her nipples. Her hands rested on his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she rode his hand. Her muscles tightened around his fingers and he knew she was about to come, so he increased his pace and stroked her faster. A moment later, she came hard, his mouth crushing hers to keep her from crying out and alerting the others. 

His fingers kept stroking her slowly, and his lips traveled down to her cheek, and to her neck. He sucked on the sensitive spot and she was now turned on again. He stroked a little faster, his fingertips flicking and teasing at her clit. It made her reach down to his stomach, tugging down the zipper of his jeans. She reached into his pants and stroked the length of his hard erection. While her index finger rubbed the tip of his cock, she heard his low grunt against her ear and she stroked a little faster. But when she heard loud voices approaching them, she thought he'd pull away, and he didn't. He gripped her hips instead and held her against him as he escorted her outside of the kitchen through the back door that was next to the stairs, and placed her bottom gently onto one of the steps. He wrapped her legs around him again and thrust himself into her. She was too turned on to protest and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. It felt so good. And it was wrong. So wrong. But her guilty conscience knew she would care later. Right now, he was all she wanted. While his fingers caught her clit and started to pinch lightly, her hips rocked hard against his, the waves of an orgasm swimming through her as they both came, both keeping their groans to a whisper. 

He kissed her one last time and slipped out of her. No words were spoken. They just fixed what they needed to and headed back into the house and into to the living room, where their significant others had been sitting with the other members of their bible study group. They all laughed at a joke someone was telling but her mind kept on replaying what just happened. He had just spilled himself inside of her, yet she caught him looking at her with knowing heated glances. He still wanted more of her, to make her come as many times as her body would allow. And help her God, she still wanted him too.

Sharlene Alba
Sharlene Alba

Full of raw and unfiltered fluid poems, short stories and prompts on love, sex, relationships and life. I also review haircare, skincare and other beauty products. Instagram: grungefirepoetry fleekonabudget Facebook: grungefirepoetry 

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