Rapturous Forbidden Fantasy


Rapturous Forbidden Fantasy

“Oh God …”

The sound of his breathy exclamation hit my ears as I ran my hands over his strong, muscular back, feeling the heat of his skin radiating through my fingertips. I was lying beneath my lover, my fingers tightly clenched around the sheets as I mentally rolled around in the wicked pleasure he was giving me.

His lips moved hungrily against my neck, sending waves of hot desire flooding through me, and his hands roamed my body eagerly, stroking and caressing me in all the right places. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter with each sensual touch, my arousal growing steadily by the second as he showered me in passionate kisses.

My fingers curled around his rock-hard biceps as he captured my lips with his own, whispering sweet nothings in my ear as he moved his body against mine.

He reached down between us and I gasped, feeling his firm fingers slip between my slick folds and circle my throbbing clit in gentle, sensual circles. My hips rose off the bed to meet his touch, and I arched my back as pleasure swept through me.

He pulled away and looked into my eyes, his gaze burning with desire. “Do you want it?” he asked.

I nodded, barely able to speak. The concept of not having him deep inside me was alien to me, and I wanted nothing more than to feel the full length of him pressing against my most intimate areas.

His hands moved from my face and he positioned himself between my legs, his hot breath fanning over my navel as he teased and tantalized me. “Do you want me?” he asked again, his tone husky and thick with desire.

I gasped, unable to find the words to express my need. Instead, I reached up and pulled his face towards mine, our lips crashing together in a wild flurry of need.

He moaned, his hips pressing against mine, his manhood pressing insistently against my entrance. I opened my legs slightly wider and he adjusted himself, his hard shaft pressing against my sensitive flesh. I held my breath as he slowly entered my welcoming depths.

At first, he inched deeper until he was fully immersed, filling me in ways I had never before been filled. Each thrust brought me deeper into rapturous pleasure and I clung to him, my pulse racing and a million unspoken thoughts running through my mind.

He shifted slightly, pressing deeper and faster as I writhed beneath him. I felt my body trembling as my orgasm neared, his thrusting becoming harder and more frenzied. I began to moan, my whole body trembling in a mix of pleasure, anticipation, and anticipation.

Finally, I reached my peak, my body tensing as I screamed out his name. I felt his body tense, too, suddenly pushing deeper before he grunted out his own pleasure and collapsed against me, our sweat mingling as we both tried to catch our breath.

We lay in silence, my lover’s body draped over mine, until finally he rolled off and cuddled me close, his fingertips tracing lazy circles along my skin as he spoke.

“That was amazing,” he said, and I could still feel the warmth radiating from his words.

“Yes, it was,” I replied, my voice still filled with a hint of awe.

We lay together like that for a while before he spoke again.

“You know, this was supposed to be forbidden,” he said, his voice still low and husky from our lovemaking.

I sighed. This was true. But it felt so right, how could it be wrong?

He smiled and kissed my forehead. “Let’s agree to one thing,” he said. “That as long as we don’t get caught, this can be our own little rapturous forbidden fantasy.”

I smiled, nodding my agreement. I knew that this wasn’t something that we could ever do out in the open, but it was something that we could enjoy in the safety of our own bedroom. A secret little bliss that nobody else could touch.

We kissed tenderly, and he pulled away, looking into my eyes.

“I love you,” he said, and I smiled.

“I love you too,” I said, and then we snuggled and drifted off to sleep, content in the knowledge that even though it was forbidden, our rapturous fantasy was forever ours.