Small Moments - Sex Stories

Small Moments

... us. Before my body got closer, that energy, that electricity, was humming through my veins, pulsing through every muscle and screaming to know more, to not stop. I let my touch become your gravity. My hand stopped right beneath your chin and I tilted your head up and froze. I was terrified to stop but didn’t want to lose that moment when our stare became our entire world and dimmed the universe around us. Overcoming fear, though, was simple when the destination was you. Your stillness broke in that split second before kissing, so close that I could already feel the warmth emanating from your pores. Then, I only knew your lips as they parted and met mine. I was flooded with more warmth everywhere, heart pounding as I tasted you, lips soft, mouth sweet from red wine. We were slow at first. Not hesitant or uncomfortable, just patient. My arm curved around your back and I pulled you closer to me, my other hand stroking your cheek. The touch ignited something inside of you and your mouth opened wider to invite me, tongue slipping in. Each move was almost cautious at first - gentle. We were testing one another, probing the unknown, cautiously exploring unfamiliar territories. I had wondered from the start what the texture of your lips would feel like against mine; if your kiss would be nervous at first or demanding, your hunger screaming for me to match your desire. The light breeze had intensified to a steady gust of cold air. The wind kept us company, fluttering our clothes, ...

... chilling skin, teasing random strands of your hair. The things I had wondered about your lips were clarified with each second we let more of ourselves go. The way you tasted, the barely inaudible moans I felt the tiny vibrations of from your mouth and throat. The way you waited for me to escalate the force of the kiss and the dance of our tongues. The farther I travelled, the more you welcomed me. Your body gave me clues with everything I did, like pressing harder against me when my teeth gently scraped your lower lip. Your arm roamed along my back when our mouths opened a little wider, tongues probing just a little deeper. When these kind of moments arrive, we all go blind to whatever biological mechanism within us recognizes the passage of time. Our ability to document every little detail with full clarity is weakened from a building sensory overload. Time can stutter and jump over snippets as our senses reel to catch back up with us. Some of the moments there seemed to flash forward into one another, no bridge between them. But I believe we both remembered everything when we touched. Frames of image and sound shuffled forward after you gently pulled away, cheeks already slightly flushed from such sudden warmth spilling through your body. You softly said to come inside; that we had stood in the cold long enough. In the living room, most people were still oblivious, still partying and drinking the night away. Your hand was in mine, guiding me through the small crowd of people ...