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Seduction

I did not want him. I remember that clearly.
His eyes were beseeching. His words were very pretty.
But I did not want him. I resisted, sat frozen.
Believing my broken heart would give me strength.

He moved a little closer. His smell,
The pressure of his leg against mine
I started to tremble. When he leaned across
And took my hand, he must have felt that.
His touch was so familiar. He whispered apologies,
Promises. I started to melt, my mouth opening
Eyes closing.

His lips found my cheek, kissed it in wretchedness.
I turned to face him. I met his eyes, all confusion
My heart in pieces, my mind in turmoil
His eyes spoke a million words. I wanted them to be true.
I wanted him back. No more hurt.

He brushed tears from my eyes, and held me gently.
I cried out my confusion, my sorrow, my pain
And he held me, held me safe. I still loved him.
There were kisses on my cheeks, on my forehead, my eyes
And then on my mouth, with soft understanding.

We sat like that for a while. I hoped my heart would heal.
That it would let me have him back. He spoke quietly to me.
Shaking, I reached for his face
Felt with my fingers its familiar lines and features
His eyes, his ears, his lips. When he kissed me,
I opened my mouth a little, felt a pulse inside me ask for him.

Slowly, his hand slipped underneath my shirt
Moving over my body, not rushing
Taking everything in. He worked open my buttons
And kissed my breasts as they peeked above my bra.
With open shirt and uneven breath
I was still reluctant. The need for him beat harder.
I let him tip me backwards.His weight rested on my hips
And our tongues met in gentle accord.

I unfastened my bra, held his lips to my nipples
And felt each one stiffen and swell in turn.
Pulling off his shirt, I could see his body
The touch of his skin on mine takes my breath away
And quiets my doubtful heart. I sigh as he works me,
Sucking on my neck, his hands resting on the roundness
Of my hips. I can�t control my whimpers of ecstasy.

All of a sudden, we�re fumbling at each other�s zippers
Throwing our trousers to join the shirts on the floor.
I take his perfect buttocks in my hands
I can feel him growing harder. His fingers
Slide deep inside me, exciting my senses
Making me moan, massaging my most sensitive spot.
My body is a ripple of pleasure. I use my tongue
To circle his nipple, then suck on it voraciously.

Everything is clear in that moment.
He looks into my eyes, his mouth opens,
He tells me �I love you.�
I cry out as his erect penis enters me.I grip his shoulders
And push my hips upwards. He�s so deep inside me,
But I want him deeper. My breath comes in gasps
As we move together.

I hold him tight, so tight. He moves steadily
I don�t want him to stop. My legs envelop him
My hands move over his body, feeling his chest
His arms, his plunging buttocks. My moans are loud
And he moves a little faster, rubbing inside me
I�m coming, I�m coming, oh god, yes, yes,
Please don�t stop, don�t stop, I love you.

His hand moves up my leg, he bends it
So it rests against me. And pushes into me harder, harder.
I want to cry out but can�t. I lie beneath him
Struck dumb. What good are words anyway?
All I have are clich�s. Seventh heaven. Cloud nine. Nirvana.
They can�t come close to this,
This throbbing, plunging euphoria.
He feels it too. His sighs and murmurs echo mine.

Climaxing together, crying out in rhapsody of each other
Then feeling his semen overflow between my legs
Warm, sweet. Softly pressing my lips
Against his sweaty brow. Keeping him inside me.
Gasping for breath, not wanting to lose a single second
Of this feeling. 　