/DEJA VU/

"come here gorgeous"

its really him. that deep voice.

that voice.

looking into his eyes, just this once. desperation

but for what?

taking a step towards me, Deja vu.

what comes out of his mouth next leaves me surprised, "please.."

is he begging me?

he holds out his strong hand for me, his eyes hold confusion and something else. I'm sure its a reflection of mine. staring at me, like a specimen on a watch glass, like a predator.

he's so much taller than me, bigger.

he could crush me in seconds.

staring at his chest, I cant look at him. he's so beautiful, overwhelming.

deadly.

his top button is undone. my fingers itch to touch it. touch him.

getting a glimpse of his chest.

he could kill me and I would enjoy every single bit of it.

gladly.

lowering his head, now I feel his breath on top of my head.

deeper, as if he is inhaling my scent.

he is smelling me.

and again.

his hand run along my side, still smelling me. like a junkie.

this time longer.

I feel weak near him, placing my hands on his chest, I don't know if its to push him away or pull him closer. I hear his sharp intake of breath, as soon as I touch him.

staring at him , his eyes closed as if my touch is euphoric, I cant stop looking at him. too unbelievably beautiful.

vulnerable.

my hands admire his sculptured chest, roaming towards his stomach.

never shifting my stare from his, trapped by his aura.

some of my hair falls on my face, he gently pulls it to one side and stares at my exposed pulse. "mhh" he groans by my ear

"so responsive.."

oh god!

"do you have any idea how much I want to fuck you?"

he's too close, so close for my sanity.

"what's your name?" his voice is husky. I kissed him I might as well tell him my name

"Linda" the name comes out of my mouth way too willingly.

he groans from just that. his hands squeeze my waist and dip inside my blouse.

oh god

"are you scared of me?" he asks, his hand still inside my blouse.

stop this

"y..yes" stammering, I still answer him.

I am terrified of him, terrified I might die wanting this.

terrified how weak I get when it comes to this.

his deep eyes never leaving mine for a second.

"good" he says as a matter of fact. as if he just made up his mind.

Instantly his hand dips inside my shorts.

my eyes almost come out of their sockets, right there where no one has ever touched me before.

his piercing browns never leaving mine, he grabs my hand from his shoulder, slowly guiding it down between our bodies.

Down, down...

I cant take it.

I close my eyes and loose myself.

he lets out a tortured moan as he is touching me. my innocent hand on his hard dick, I can feel the harsh veins beneath the fabric of his trouser.

I've never touched one before, I remove my hand embarrassed. scared.

that moment his lips come down crushing into mine.

bringing his hand to mine, guiding it back where it once was.

"touch me" he urges me "please.."

"I need you to touch me Linda"

and I do just that, I touch him from his tip , grabbing his balls from outside his trousers.

"mhh" he moans

I grab him harder, more confident

"don't ever stop" he demands.

his hands come up to my cheek for a gentle caress. as if I'm delicate I could break. he wont stop now, he cant stop.

I cant stop.

I don't want to

his fingers trace my face as he punishes me with a kiss, finding my tongue he sucks on it. a little hard.

moving his mouth, I gasp for air.

but he doesn't take it, doesn't stop. kissing and biting along my chin to the junction between my neck and shoulder, I let out a foreign scream.

with that he releases a satisfied groan and makes his way back to my lips, his thumb pulling just below my bottom lip, my mouth parts and he stares at me. fascinated.

"I cant get you out of my head" he tells me.

squeezing my waist " tell me what to do to get you out of it?" I moan

my sensations amplified.

feelings overflowing

my attention centered on him only, his eyes, his lips.

don't ever stop.

hands on my neck, lips consuming mine, again.

as if he will get his answers from my kiss.

nothing about this kiss was what I was prepared for. nothing soft, nothing gentle. demanding.

possessive.

I need air but I don't care.

mercilessly grabbing my hair, I let him ruin me.