We lay in his bed, spooning...only it was much more than that. We were making out, hard. We couldn't stop. My head was turned back towards him, his strong hand cupped along my jawline as our mouths smacked together again and again. We were animalistic - our tongues competing for air time inside one another. Alternating bites and sucks on each others' lips as we pulled our faces closer. His top arm was draped over me tenderly, almost lovingly, holding me close to him as he devoured my face.

He took one long, slow drag of a kiss off me, pulling my bottom lip into his mouth as he let out a moan so primal I felt myself dripping down my leg...again. I echoed his moan, loudly escaping through my very parted lips. He responded by diving forward again, his mouth totally enveloping mine, the insatiable sound of the collison rattling through me.
We'd ****ed each other four times, and still we needed more. The plan had been to sleep, but it wasn't happening. It'd been an honest attempt, a good motive - but it was a doomed effort from the start. We just couldn't extinguish the flames.

I didn't understand what had come over me...over us. All I knew was that I needed him so badly that it ached. I needed him wrapped around me and I needed him inside of me. But right now, most of all, I needed his tongue. I needed it in my mouth, I needed it running along my lips, I needed it massaging my own. And I desperately needed his hungry moans - vibrating from his throat, sometimes escaping from his mouth when we separated for a second. I fed on them. The sensation of the sound waves moving through him and down into me was a sort of sex in itself.

Eventually, we'd had enough of the restraint. We stopped pretending that sleep was going to happen, and let ourselves succumb to whatever demonic entity was surely puppeteering our bodies together. Brian's hand that had been holding me so tenderly turned, suddenly, into claws - digging his fingers and nails into my side. He pulled me over to face him with such swift speed that I didn't have time to think or to breathe - only to feel my loins quaking in response. My breath caught in my throat for a moment as I was met with a clear view of his gorgeous face. My whole body was ready... again.

As I landed still on my opposite side and lay facing him, our bodies pressed so tightly against one another, our kisses paused for a moment, and we looked each other deeply in the eyes. I saw such lust, such hunger, such yearning, such intensity that I almost felt afraid - almost. It was as if the passion crowded out all room for any other emotions, period. I then watched as Brian's eyes fell down over my face, studying me, taking me in. For a moment, he lifted his hand to touch my cheek tenderly, running his fingertips along my cheekbones. His look temporarily changed from that of insatiable hunger and horniness to one of admiration. It was surprising, and it stirred a different kind of warmth inside me. I didn't have too much time to analyze him, however, because he ran his pointer finger along my lips, then lifted my chin up to kiss him again. There were one, two, three softer kisses...and then the fire flared up again. His arms wrapped around me so tightly I felt my breath straining, and his mouth...and ****... pressed so hard against mine I couldn't do anything but moan.