Things Forbidden

by Raquel Dove

  Paris continued to explore her body with his lips, reveling in the amazing smell of her arousal. It complimented the sweet taste of her skin perfectly, and he was in a mild daze. He had never been so completely enticed by a female before. She was absolutely perfect in every way, and in such an imperfect way. Her arms snaked around his neck. She was uneasy, nervous, and Paris found it to be the most erotic thing he had ever experienced. Her touch was so timid. He wanted her to feel so much more of him. He grabbed one of her hands, placing it on the rapidly growing bulge in his pants as he pulled back to look at her. As she felt the desire he had for her, she bit softly at her bottom lip, for a moment unsure. She could feel the heat through the fine cotton of his trousers. Her stomach did flips as she dared to move further, unbuttoning his pants, letting fall to the ground. She slowly pulled down the black boxers he wore underneath, swallowing hard as she saw the immensity of what he had to offer.

  Paris just watched her, twitching in anticipation as she collected herself from the sight she had uncovered. Her cheeks were stained so dark he feared she would pass out from the lack of blood to the rest of her body. His fingers lifted her chin, raising her eyes to his. He bent down, kissing her gently and grasping onto the swell of her bottom. He lifted her off the ground, laying her down and coming down on top of her.

  The cold marble floor stung her bare skin, raising little goose bumps all over her flesh. He pecked a hot trail of kisses down her neck, coming to rest just at the swell of her bosom. Pausing, he looked up at her, a smirk on his lips and a playful glint in his eye as he saw Zoe holding her breath in anticipation. He wouldn’t make her wait much longer.

  His hands found her breasts. Gripping them with light pressure, he used his thumb to flick gently at one perky pink nipple. The other one he found with his lips, wrapping around them and suckling hungrily at it. Zoe arched her back, pushing herself further into his delicious touch.

  “Paris,” she moaned softly as she wrapped her hands in his thick black hair.

  He rubbed against her entrance, pleased to see how ready she was with only such minimal attentions. His chest swelled with male pride as she pushed back against him, so eager. He positioned himself, taking one last look into her eyes before he did the unthinkable.

  Sliding into her, he hissed at the delectable sensation that rushed over him. He had never felt anything so amazing in all his years. Her walls clenched him tightly as she tried to accommodate his full length. He pulled back, entering her again as her nails dug into the flesh of his hips, pulling him back to her. Her hands guided his thrusts, and he allowed her to set the tempo to her own pleasure, simply happy to oblige her. She bucked her hips against his as her arousal grew to a breaking point. She couldn’t think anymore, all she could do was fell. As her walls began to clench him in ecstasy, he reached his breaking point. He couldn’t hold back any longer and he tore into her with everything he had, reaching his release as she clung to him.

  As they began to come down from their love induced high, Paris pulled back to look into her shining blue eyes. He was certain in that moment that his curiosity for her would never be satisfied.

  The End