Oysters & Chocolate


Vanilla

The Kiss

By: Tami Pugh

Tags: Flash Fiction Kissing

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I 'm thinking about your lips, my God, they are incredible.

I could go my whole life without sex, but not without the kiss. The flick of your tongue on my upper lip drives me wild and the fluid motion of it sliding over my tongue while your breathe on my cheek makes me insane, and the closeness of your skin creates frenzy in my mind. Eyes close as your hungry mouth sucks my bottom lip gently. It makes me crazy. Oh God, the very thought makes me crave it.

I can't live without the teasing of your wet, cool tongue caressing mine and the insatiable brush of your lips, slightly open, allowing my mouth to create a seal against yours. My breath caught in a willing mouth, open to exchange the same air, gently, then, more intense, our mouths press harder. I break the bond to move my lips lower, brushing your skin at the collarbone, tongue teasing flesh, as an audible moan escapes your lungs. The soft tickle starts with the goosebumps rising on the surface of my skin and the sensation deepens. Openly, the awareness of you so close to my body clouds my senses.

Hot skin on mine increases the heightened longing already rising in my stomach. My mouth moves to your neck, licking softly, nibbling gently, and sucking your willing flesh. My tongue traces the curve, slowly, inching up to your ear. My breath, deep, heavy and warm, echoes throughout your body.

I deliver slight nibbles to your earlobe, soft kisses to the base where the ear meets the neck. My mouth moves with deliberate grace, around to the front of your throat ever so slowly. My teeth tease the soft skin, beckoning response. My hands entwine in your hair, gently pulling it back to expose the throat I desire. My mouth is alive, exploring every inch of your neck. My tongue darts, tickling the sensitive nerve endings that are so close to the surface.

You reply with a soft sigh. I hide a smile as I gently bite. My hands move from your hair, one is on the back of your neck as the other slides over the top of your shoulder, massaging. I want you to consume me. I want to melt into your mouth. I want to become one with you.

Originally Published December 2008

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