The Threshold - Sex Stories

The Threshold

Adam almost shivers as Emma lays him down on the bed. His skin is still warm from a steamy shower and he's unprepared for the feel of the bed's cool smooth sheets on his back. He can't resist her touch, knowing he will follow wherever her hands guide him. She doesn't say anything, just nuzzles against his neck. She loves the way his skin smells after showering. There's something about the way it mixes with fresh clothes... it's like a natural cologne that draws her in closer, beckons her to inhale his essence . And she goes slow, too, breathing him in, pulling his shirt off. Scent is not enough. She has to taste, too, placing little kisses and teasing licks across his chest. She's wants to savor him, hold on to each kiss and gently nibble along his fragrant, bare warm skin, burrow her nose into the small of his neck until his smell is all she knows. Adam hears a moan escape and realizes that it's his own, a sudden reflex he can never control with her. Tilting his head just a little, he sees her head moving lower now, angling to kiss just above his stomach. Her lips press to skin again, so lightly, but such gentle sensations can overwhelm. Her light brown locks shimmer against the morning's bright sunlight that pours in through the bedroom window, grazing him with every little move. It's like countless silky feathers roam over his body, tingle through his pores. Their eyes meet for a moment. His are dark mysterious pools that, to Emma, always seem plunged in an infinite ...

... universe of thought, to the point where she thinks he's drifting away. But she always brings him back and realizes he was never too far away to begin with. To Adam, her eyes really do bring him back to the world. Even her fingertips are powerful enough to become gravity and keep him tethered to the earth. Her eyes, though, are what first pierced straight through his heart and mind. They're beautiful calm oceans, but they glimmer with mischief and possessiveness right now, her gaze signaling what's to come. Emma's hands wander down to his jeans, flashing him a little grin as she unfastens the buttons he'd done up moments before. She wants to make him wait a little longer, so sliding up a little, she runs her nails along his sides, using a kind of pressure that's not enough to hurt or light enough to tickle. It's the kind of touch she loves to deliver, the kind that will not leave not leave a mark upon his skin but he'll feel tingles and a rush of heat there any time he thinks of her today. She wants the memory of here and now to flash through him later. Her tongue circles his torso as her nails move up and down. The soft warmth of her breasts press against that soft sensitive skin where stomach and leg meet. Fingers trail up over his chest to play with his nipples... she wants those moments seared into memory; for Adam to ache with need for her when they part. Adam can barely move, so lost is he in her touch. There is nothing like feeling so absolutely desired and wanted by the one ...