Romeo And Juliet: A Fictional Narrative

Bodies collided against each other. His hands trailed up my torso lingering on the ridges of my ribs. Hot kisses were placed against my chest slowly before continuing up my neck. The temperature in the room seemed to change, growing molten hot the closer he came to my lips. I twitched in anticipation, sparks were flying all around our bodies. My hands pulled at the smooth sheets beneath me. He was so close to me, so personal. I had barely enough space to breath. His lips finally joined with mine igniting a flame between us. His arms wrapped around me, lifting me without disconnecting our lips. We broke apart briefly before meeting again. The candles around us flickered in the breeze coming from a nearby open window.

His soft, gentle, fingers trailed a flame down my arm as he let them trace it down to my hand that lay across my stomach. I sighed, content in our lovemaking. Myles’ blue eyes showed his satisfaction in having pleasured me so well. We both knew that it would not last long- it never did. Just his eyes upon me, initiated pleasurable pulsations that began deep in my pleasure place and then traveled through my body. When he licked his lips, I felt it down there… He knew I would soon want him inside me again and the curl of his lip showed his pompous, superiority over all things sexual. He leaned over me and let his tongue trace around the nipple of my left breast before he nibbled at it with his lips and then suckled tenderly. When I began to moan softly, he took my mouth with his and kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring the depths of my desire. His hand left my breast and traveled down to the soft fleshy mons between my thighs. Slowly and gently, he probed until he had me begging him to penetrate me. I wanted his large phallus inside me, but he continued to tease, his lips trailing fire over my body; he wanted me to beg for it.

“I love how your body responds to my touch.” He whispers as he cups my breast in his

“Trust me when I say this beautiful, there is no competition when it comes to you,” he whispers in my ear making me blush and hug him tight. Sending lovely tingles to go through my body.

“God, I love you, Y/N.” He lifted your chin towards him with his left hand and placed a gentle kiss on your lips.

Alex holds you to him as your head is pressed against his chest, your groaning from the warmness that seemed to cascade over you as he leans down to press you against the mattress, arms still tightly wrapped around you as his face nuzzles into your neck, kisses being pressed to the skin of your neck and you're not sure how Alex can tolerate being pressed this close to your sweaty body.

My wild eyes lock onto his, he sees through me, held in the hostage of a trance. Hot tears trickle down at the new pain.

'What are you doing! What is wrong with you!?' my conscience repeatedly screamed at me in my mind, 'Pull away! Your insane!' The vicious voice faded out as I focused on what I was happening around me. Jacobs body was tensed, as my hands rest around his face. I hold the kiss, as I began to move my lips against his. Jacobs body relaxes, as I feel his hands snake around my waist and hips. He began to move his lips against mine in a slow motion, my mind was completely blank, feeling his grip tighten around me. Standing on my tippy-toes, I place my arms fully around his neck pulling him closer to me. Jacob slips his tongue into my mouth, leaning into me. As our tongues dance blissfully, I feel a slight pressure erupt from my inner thighs. A soft

I lower my gaze to our hands. “It's not that. It's – I—” A heavy sigh escapes my lips before I gaze at her through my lashes and lean closer to her, to whisper, “I don't know how to kiss.”

I sit with my hands in face and elbows on my knees. This bed. Doesn't feel like a bed. These tears. Brun my eyes as they fall. And him. Standing on the other half of the room looking at me with why. Why did I do it? Why did I kiss him back? All I can answer to him is I don't know because the truth will crush him harder than a brick.

When he lays beside me, I welcome his lips and fingers that caress every crevice of my body. Oh, yes… being with him is wildly erotic with just a hint of danger. Instinct warns me, I should dash from his bed and out the door as fast as I can. Yet, the intensity of pure pleasure forces me to stay.

Memories of his hand pressed against my cheek last night, move through my mind, making my cheeks warm. I’m about to look away, but his eyes catch mine and it’s too late.

My retreat was stopped when his finger laced around my wrists. My skin was already warmed by the shower, but his touch was hot. I could feel the creases to his finger pressed into my skin. I didn’t turn as I stood waiting for his words to come. His grip loosened as he slid his hand down stopping once his hand met the back of mine, pressing his thumb into the palm of my hand.

He slides his mouth over my mouth and kisses me desperately, breathing heavy and hard through his nose, against my skin.

That's it I am done. Right that moment the most beautiful guy I have ever seen walks in the door. I stare mindlessly at him. He jerk his head to move his hair. The blonde threads falls perfectly , weaving into to curls that frame his tanned face. His nose straight and aquiline and his lips so plump and pink . He stares intensely at me with his beautiful emerald eyes which are framed by his long, dark lashes. His jaw so chiseled and strong with great structure. There's a hint of stubble on his face making him even more luring. My heart spends up beating faster and faster each second. Never have I ever had this feeling in my life to a