If you’re into romcoms, you’re bound to love this short erotic story. But this one actually considers the clitoris. Annie has lusted over Andrew for years, so is quite taken aback by a meeting on the stairwell...
And as I sat there, watching my
friends laugh and giggle, another wave of loneliness washed over me. I couldn’t
help but wonder what it was, that nagging sense of incompleteness that seemed
to accompany me everywhere and anywhere I went; all the while knowing exactly
what it was.
It was him. Andrew. The guy in my
building I had been crushing on for years now, but never had the courage to ask
out. We used to be friends as kids, but childhood doesn’t last, and neither did
our friendship. We saw each other now and again on the stairwell or in the
area, and apart from some fleeting glances and feigned smiles that made me feel
like a fool in love, nothing else ever happened.
Shaking off these thoughts, I
brushed the dirt off my shorts and shouted out a quick goodbye to my friends,
making my way to my building. “Time to drown your sorrows in a Nora Roberts
novel”, I thought to myself and started up the stairs, stepping onto the
third-floor landing only to slam directly into Andrew. The impact, his musky
scent and the feel of his body against mine had me catching my breath. I looked
up at him, whispering, “Shit, I’m so sorry”, when I felt him draw me close and
swipe his thumb across my lips. The gesture caught me so off-guard that I could
only gape at him, and perhaps the baffled look on my face couldn’t conceal the
unmistakable lust for him I had been trying to bury for years, because he caged
his arms around my waist and leaning forward, murmured, “I’ve wanted you
forever”, before crashing his lips to mine.
I would’ve cried if he wasn’t
holding onto me, but his lips against mine somehow unlocked all the yearning,
the love, and the want in one single instant. It was like the flick of a
switch, and I held his face in my hands and kissed him like my life depended on
it. He whirled me around and pushed my back into the wall, pressing frantic
kisses into my throat and chest before quickly returning to fuse our lips together.
Breathless with the intensity, we
simultaneously reached for the hem of each other’s shirts when the dull
thudding of approaching footsteps brought us back to our senses- we were making
out right inside the building, in plain sight, where anyone could pass by at
any given point in time. I registered the sheer ridiculousness of it all and
made the mistake of glancing up at his eyes, only to see the beginnings of what
I remember as the longest giggling fit of my life.
Still struggling to control our
laughter, we raced up the stairs, hands clasped together and hearts tripping.
As he unlocked his apartment, he caged me against the door, and feathering
kisses against my neck, whispered, “Just so you know, I’m not done with you yet.”
Fighting against the urge to moan and simply dissolve into a miserable pile of
jelly, I smirked, hovering my lips inches from his, and said, “Done? I haven’t
even started with you yet.” Along with the flickers of amusement in his eyes, I
saw a smouldering heat that I wanted to burn my soul into, so I simply slammed
the door behind us and crushed my lips to his desperately.
We fell on the sofa, legs tangled
together, and he reached for my shirt, stopping to glance at me for permission
to continue. My stormy eyes seemed to be all the agreement he needed as he
stripped it off, and he just stared at me with so much desire, my throat began
to close up. Afraid that the tears would come any minute, I pressed closer to
him, lifted his hands onto my chest, and whispered, “Touch me”.
His dark eyes turned molten as he
pressed his lips to mine, and traced his fingertips along the back of my neck,
down to my spine, stopping to release the catch of my bra. Tossing it aside, he
kissed my collarbones, and slowly lowered his lips to my breasts, swiping his
thumb across one nipple and gently sucking on the other. I threw my head back
on a moan, not sure I could take all this pleasure. Squeezing both of my
breasts, he laid me flat on my back and began to trail kisses along my belly
and abdomen, and I slightly reached up on my elbows to draw his shirt off.
Seeing his tanned, lithe body
streaking down on mine caused goosebumps to race across my arms, and I had to
admit this was a thousand times better than the countless fantasies of this
exact moment I had been obsessing over. As I glided my fingertips across his
strong back, he stopped in his act of dragging my underwear off, and looked up,
giving me a heart-stopping smile and a chaste kiss. As I was just starting to
catch my breath after the sweet exchange, he drew my legs apart, gently kissing
the inside of my thighs, caressing my calves with his fingertips.
“Your legs are fucking incredible,
you have no idea how much I’ve admired them every time you walked past”, he
says, managing to make me blush as well as shiver as his mouth gets closer to
my vulva. Giving me a sexy, sexy wink, he finally drags his tongue in one lick
on my clit, inserting one then two fingers, making me gasp in half pleasure,
half exhilaration. He brings his mouth back on my engorged nub, licking and
sucking, adjusting himself to lock my ankles onto the back of his neck. Gliding
one hand up my hip to the palm lying flat on my right breast, he turned my hand
and intertwined our fingers, never stopping the expert tongue strokes. My heart
almost jackhammers at the gesture, and the shivers become more intense as my
back arches off the soft surface of the sofa, and I moan his name like a
prayer.
I guess the moment was just as
intense for him, because he lay on top of me, cupping my face in his hands and
giving me a toe-curling kiss, one hand continuing to rub my now-drenched clit.
I reach one hand to his steel-hard cock, giving it a teasing rub to elicit a
moan out of him, and then guide it to my wet entrance, moving my hips to take
him in. We stare at each other, and he pushes himself deeper, increasing the
tempo as we both start to feel it build. I take one hand, and glide it over my
wetness as he stays inside me. He arches his back to make more room for my hand
between us, so that I can rub my clitoris beyond his rhythm. My inner
sensations release around him. Our eyes never break contact as we glue our lips
together, tongues engaging in a frantic dance as his thrusts become deeper and
deeper still and we simultaneously moan and groan into the kiss. He came inside
me and with pure love & lust we stuck our bodies hardly pressed with each other.
Utterly spent, we tumbled to the
floor and lied facing each other- our chests touching & pressed and matching
Cheshire cat grins on our faces. Suddenly, his eyes turn misty, he rubs his
thumb over my lower lip tenderly, and my breath hitches- I know what he’s going
to say even before the words leave his beautiful mouth. “I love you, Annie. So
fucking much.” But I guess, hearing it, actually hearing him say it, was too
much for me, and my eyes filled despite myself. Wrapping my arms tight around
his body, hugging him to me; I feel an overwhelming sense of peace. “I love
you, Andrew. I’ve always loved you.” And as I smiled, I realised how much this
moment was like a Nora Roberts novel.
The End
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