2 comments/ 25565 views/ 2 favorites Your An Empty Promise Ch. 01 By: apathykiss "If you want think you may have regrets, you need to stop me know. I'm not going to be able to pull away once I have you in my arms." His piercing blue eyes gaze at me as I straddle his lap. I love him so much and he doesn't even know it yet. We've been in each other's presence for about 24 hours, but I've known him all of my life. Craving him from afar has been so hard up till now. I have him in my power and I'm never letting go. I stand up from his lap, shirtless in jeans and a black bra I was glad I decided to wear today. When my shirt came over my head and I saw his eyes cloud at the sight of my chest, my breasts spilling over the delicate dark cups, contrasting to the smooth milk of skin. I could almost hear his mouth watering. Before my love, I smile and take his hand, walking him from the living room to my bedroom. Close the blinds. Sit down. Removing the shirt from his back, he tosses it on the floor and rests his hands on my hips as I approach him. His lips cruise over my bare stomach and I sigh, running my fingers over the cool flesh of his shaved head. I wanted him with such a fever, such a passion that I felt like I would soon explode from my blood boiling. His lips invited me for a kiss as I leaned his head back, peering once again into the eyes that I could drown in for hours of spacing off. His fingers on my hips tensed and he pulled me closer, bringing me to the bed and rolling on top of me. The weight of him pressed me into the mattress and I felt deliciously warm, wonderfully protected. With each passing second the kiss grew that much more fierce and hungry. I could almost hear the growl in his moans. He pressed his body harder against me, harder and smoother. The buckle on my jeans was quickly undone and soon they were taken off and a memory as I lay in my bra and underwear, anticipating this man's next action. The lips that were sweet and soft against mine cruised away and found the curve of my neck, kissing and biting me the way that I love, hitting each spot to make me tremble and cry out for him. His hands join in the frenzy as they remove any last layers of clothes keeping me from him. His hands were incredible. The same hands that have produced works of art, musical masterpieces, literary brilliance and political warfare were running delicately over my breasts and skin. In a breathless gasp from my lips, I tell him not to stop; I tell him I want him and only him. And he stops. And he smiles. "What do you want, love. Tell me what you want. I want to hear it come from your mouth." Before I could think, before I could come up with a clever answer to his provocative question I respond, "Your hands." He lifts his right hand to my face, rubbing his thumb over my lips and my tongue slips out to taste the finger teasing me. His hard hands held me close and I took his thumb in my mouth, keeping my eyes on his and making him watch this mutual teasing. The animal hunger I saw in his eyes drenched my body and I loved that he wanted me as much as I wanted him. I could feel how much he wanted me as it pressed against my thigh. I gave each finger the same treatment and kissed each fingertip reverently. That hand, wet from my kisses, trailed over my neck, sternum, belly and cupped my body below. He smiled again. He could cure famine and stop wars with that smile. He chooses to use it on me. As he parts my lips and strokes the tender, throbbing flesh, he groans at how wet I am, how ready I am for his body. "I want to taste you, bring you all the pleasure you deserve one painful moment at a time." His lips kiss the same trail his fingers ran. "You're to be devoured, treasured and savored. Delighted." His breath is teasing the wetness of my body and I shiver before he even kisses me. I shiver with the anticipation. Then he dives in for the kill. His warm tongue dips into the tender crevices, finding wonderful new places to taste. I pull at my hair and bite my lip, thinking of him, only of him. His hands are on my hips, holding my body as he licks me like a delicate desert. I feel each stroke of his tongue, rough and smooth at once, tasting all the right places a girl needs to be tasted. He stops and kisses his way back to my stomach, resting his cheek there for a moment as his hands venture all over, anywhere he wishes, for I held no restrictions on him. By the time his mouth met mine again, I was writhing and impatient. I wrapped my legs around him and removed his pants, leaving him as naked as I am. He was hard as stone under my hand and I stroked him. His eyes closed and he buried his head in my neck, kissing me and covering my body with his. After a few moments of enjoying his weight on me, I guided him to my ready opening and felt each individual muscle in his body tense from his legs to his back to his lips. Those tense lips, pulled tight from the warmth my body gave him smiled and he kissed me before moving his body to the rhythm of mine and meeting me with his flesh. It was beautiful and real and everything I've ever wanted in a sexual experience. Thoughts of his kisses and his touches ran through my mind as his pleasure ran through my body. I panted his name over and over in a chant that gave me some of the control that I lose in his arms. The pressure of my orgasm was building like a covered volcano, just waiting for the last possible second to explode. His thrusts were getting harder and deeper and his hands reached to mine by my head, lacing our fingers together. When I opened my eyes and gazed into his bright stare, I was thrown over by my orgasm and cried out, driving my love with me and holding his body to mine. For a few minutes we stayed close and didn't move, didn't blink. I didn't want him to move, I wanted to spend eternity with him in my arms and inside my body. I felt warm and safe, like a newborn kitten being held by a child with nothing but love and affection for their new pet. My new child lifted his head and smiled down at his pet and kissed me once on the lips, before kissing my neck and snuggling closer, sighing the contented sigh of a happy little boy. Your An Empty Promise Ch. 02 We walked into my bedroom and he took a glance at all the space has to offer. It was a typical bedroom with a few things that aren't so typical, unless you're a musician. I watched him look at everything, picking up things and looking at the little things I have laying around. As I watched him observe my life in a nutshell, so to speak, I sat on the bed and felt my jetlag kicking in. I was tired and wanted a nap or to lie down for a minute. He could sense this in me and smiled when he looked at my weary face. "Are you tired, my love?" He stood next to me and ran his fingers over my jaw, bringing little goose bumps over my skin; he's so good at that. When I nodded, he kissed my forehead like you do an unruly child and he pressed a hand on my shoulder to lay me back. I saw his face appear above me and I knew he was going to kiss me. I can tell from the look in his eyes what he wants and what he's going to do. He wants me almost as much I want him usually, but I knew inside he was throbbing for me. He was delicious to look at, mouth-watering to taste, and the greatest reason to not take a nap. Watching the smile crawl across his face was like watching caramel being drizzled over vanilla ice cream. You want more, but it looks so delicious that you want to taste it before it's done. His eyes sparkled with emotions swimming in them and I wanted to know each one, I wanted to cup every feeling he was experiencing in my hand and cradle them close to my heart. I ran my hands over the soft fabric of his shirt, feeling his chest and shoulders under the cloth. His breath ran over my skin and brought back the goose bumps he already set in place. I was throbbing and sore all over my body, he's good at that too. I pulled him closer and instead of kissing me and ending some of the hunger I was feeling, he nuzzled his face in the crook of my neck and took a deep breath. I held him close, feeling the length of his body against mine. I wanted him so bad, and I was chanting in my head, "Take me, take me, take me..." but he just held me. His lips came to my ear and when I thought he was going to kiss my flesh, finally, he whispered, "Go to sleep. You'll feel much better." He then lifted himself from my hold and walked toward the computer, sitting down as if nothing happened and he didn't stir all the available juices in my body. I was stunned. I was raw. I was horribly craving him and he walked away. And I was hurt. 'Fine' I thought, 'Two can play that game.' I lay back on the bed, head resting against the pillows so I can have a good look at him, and he can have an equally good look at me. I was going to boil his mind with my own desire if it's the last thing I can do. He turned on the computer and sat back with a satisfied grin on his face. I knew what he was thinking, that he stirred me up and I'll be hungry later for him. Well, he had another thing coming. I brought my hand up to my breast and held it close, sighing a little bit. He looked over at me at my sigh and smiled. But his eyes never left my hand. My other hand ran down the length of my body, retracing the curves he covered. When my hand rested over the zipper of my jeans, his smile faded slightly and he asked me what I was doing. "You've made me desire, and made me want you. If you won't satisfy me, I'll have to do it myself." With that, his jaw dropped along with my zipper and he watched with wide eyes as my hand disappeared into my jeans. I was so wet from his teasing and touches and I felt in my underwear all the nectar that had drenched my body. My own fingers massaged the delicate bud that he has taken in his lips and sucked before. My body moved with the familiar territory of my own hand, my own fingertips. I know where to touch and where to press. I know what parts are more sensitive than the rest and what parts will drive me crazy. I've never done anything like this in front of him, and I usually don't. My character has been thrown out the window and my hands were now driving my new character toward an orgasm that he had me thirsty for. He watched me and I saw his right hand go to the front of his own jeans, pressing down and making his body react. The small peep show I put on for him was making him wonderfully stimulated, beautifully turned-on, and I was too busy to help him. He walked over to the bed as I writhed and my hand became quicker, fingers entering the hole he has filled so many times. He crawled next to me to the vacant space next to me and brought his lips to my neck again, this time kissing and biting my flesh. He was in my head the entire time. Images of his body and memories of our actions were making me wetter and hotter. His own hand rested on my stomach and tried to join mine but I turned my body away and faced opposite him. He growled, he actually growled in frustration. It ran a thrill through my body, down my spine as his hand ran up my bare back under my shirt. He came up behind me and when my body rocked with my hands; my ass was grinding up against his impressive hard-on. I felt it press against me and I wanted it in me so much, I could feel it penetrate my hole as my fingers were now. The thought of him inside and the feeling of his arms wrapping around my waist and chest; the frustration and the passion dripping from his own body was enough. I exploded with a gasp and his grip around me became tighter. My body convulsed and the wave of pleasure took over. I bowed my head backwards and felt his teeth on my exposed neck, biting hard enough to draw blood if he really wanted. When the wave pulled back into the tide, I released the breath I was holding and turned my body towards him, watching the desire rush over his face. I couldn't help but smile. "Ok," I said, "Your turn."