Impetuous: (adj.) 1. acting or done quickly without thought or care; rash; impulsive
2. moving forcefully or rapidly
When she is looking at me the way she is, all wide-eyed as if I may disappear if she so happens to blink, her lips parted so that only a whisper could escape her lips and her legs wrapped around my waist as if my body was as much as a part of her own as her full breasts on my chest, its no wonder my blood boils with a blinding passion to want to lose myself inside of her. An impetuous kiss, before I can change my mind, before she can breathe again. Now, her breath is mine.
Our lips are locked, wet and unforgiving, searching for any and everything: the truth, the beginning, the end… An anger swells my chest at the thought of not knowing the taste of her until now and the need of her embrace feeds the fire of my soul I thought to be dead before she became the everything in my world. What a moment. I am lost in these emotions, lost in her motion.
The next thing I know, I do the most cliche thing I’ve ever done in my life. With one massive swipe of my arm, I clear the desk of all the shit that’s not worth mentioning, her body still cradled close to my body in my other arm. Close to my heart, the vibrating thing. She lets out a sound I dare not call a laugh because its so filled with ravenous want that I can feel it in my bones. One of the most liveliest sounds I’ve ever heard. I push myself against her just before sitting her on the desk and she goes completely berserk. The hem of my shirt…over my head. Her hands…fumbling my buckle. I knock them away and start doing it myself because she is taking too long. A devil of a giggle spills from her tongue and she scratches me, all ten fingers, down my chest, my abdomen. Best feeling ever. Me being naked, I start taking her clothes off, having to reluctantly pull away from another kiss to pull her shirt off and free her cleavage. I hear my breath in my ears and it sounds so foreign. Ragged, harsh, even unsure, as if to whether its supposed to be sustaining my life or hers. Who knows? I’ve lost my end and her beginning. We are tumbling as one, a kaleidoscope of colors, a melody of beautiful savagery, a perfect storm with monstrous waves and vengeful winds. Her skin is soft under my long fingers, warm and reddened with anticipation. I’ve waited and waited and waited for this. Her hair between my fingers. I yank, lifting her chin and exposing her throat. She gasps. Her smell is…divine. My want explodes.
Finally, she is naked. My heart beats wildly at my ribs as we make eye contact and then time stills. She is ready.
I am ready.
I pull her to me and then…
I wake up.