The Breaking Point

I sit, patiently waiting, wondering when we will break and jump, on that little nasty couch. I wait, and watch out of the corner of my almond shaped eyes. He lets out a little but noticable whimper. I smile. He sees me as a little, taunting, mistress of temtation. I look to him. He begs to me stop, but, there is nothing I can do but cover up my whole enitre body. He is so drawn to me. I would have to hide my scent, cover my brown-green eyes, and not breath. Only then would he be ok. He would be mad later, but he would be ok for a while. But no. Thats not me. I dont hide from temptation. I stare it dead in the eye and taunt it. I, somewhat, egg it on. So, again, I look to him. That was the breaking point. He got in close. And breathed like he was trying to hold it in. He couldn't help himself. He had to touch. So, he did. He touched. All over. He started off slow, with my hand. He picked it up and kissed it. And then worked his way up my arm. He kissed my shoulder and my neck and started breathing harder. He stopped and worked on his breathing. I took his face in my hands and pressed my face closer to his. Our noses were touching. He went in for the kiss. I backed up just in time. You see. I like to play with my food. Not just eat it right away. So, i played with him. Taunting him, over and over. He got sick of that game and finally did what i wanted all along. He was agressive. He took my wrists in his hands and pressed them, hard and quick, into the couch. He kissed me. Hard. He didnt stop either. He pressed his body to mine. I spread my legs and wrapped them around him. He moaned. I smiled. I pulled at his shirt and bit at his neck. He cupped my breasts and kissed my chest. I pushed him off of me and got up. I had almost walked away when he grabbed me and pulled me ontop of him. He was sitting. My legs were on either side of his body. I kissed him and took his chin and pushed at it. I kissed his neck. He pulled me closer. I traced the muscle on his neck with my tounge. I bit down sofly on his neck and he couldnt take it. He pulled my shirt off. He looked at my body and kissed my soft stomach. He picked me up and ran me upstairs with an inhuman speed. He threw me on the bed. It hurt, but in a good way. He ran his dead fingers down my body. He stopped and looked at my eyes. He then unbuttoned my pants with force. He pulled them off and i stared at him, happy that i had won. He traced the egde of my underwear. It kind of tickled so i smiled and giggled. He said "Oh god! your so damn cute. I must have you." I pulled his face to mine and i kissed him and made him stay. I unbuttoned his shirt so quickly that i had no time to prepare for what wonders awaited my eyes. I was stunned. I couldn't help but push him under me to get a better look. His body is amazing. It looks so hard and cold and uninviting, but its not. Quite the opposite actually. Its warm, and his skin is so soft. And I kissed his chest and his neck. I rubbed my hands all over his chest and he threw his head back and moaned. His soft, sweet moans make me happy. I looked at his face. His eyes were closed and he looked happy so i kissed him. He jumped. He didnt expect my lips to be so wanting. He also didnt expect me to do what i did next. I didnt know i was so tempted into this. I have never been this far with anyone. So i was surpised at myself. I kissed down his chest and stomach and stopped at the edge of his pants. I looked up at his face. He still had his head thrown back so i unbuttoned those pants and unzipped them with my teeth. He looked at me. He was so surprised and looked like he wanted me to stop but i didnt. I pulled his pants off and kissed him again. He was so unsteady. He couldnt focus. I looked at him. Dead in his eyes. His deep blue-silver eyes. He just nodded his head so i kissed his neck. I ran my fingers up his leg and he pulled at the skin on my back. I got closer and closer to the piece of him that could change me. I finally touched it. he flipped us over and... well, you know the rest.