Intoxicating Bliss

With a single word breaking the silence, Joe wasted no time to give this anxious girl what she asked for. Lightly pulling her onto his lap, he again pressed their lips together. Any reservations or concerns he had when he entered the room were thrown to the wind. The only thing on his mind at this point was the adorable look plaster on her face when she mutters that single word.

With a passion even he was oblivious he possessed; he again began to indulge in every sensation she offered. With nothing else filling his mind, Joe began a merciless onslaught. While his lips attacked hers, his hand began an exploration into unknown territory. His right hand settled itself on her back, pulling her tighter against his own body. He left hand began to gently caress her outer thigh.

His subtle touch continuously assaulter her senses and reason. In that moment, with numbness invading every cell of her existence, they were no longer an instructor and a student. They were merely a man and a woman. Neither cared what the days to come may bring, they were focused on this single moment.

With another pause, they both seemingly gasped for their own breath. With less than an inch parting their lips, only the other filled their thoughts. What seemed like an hour had already passed and neither wanted to separate from the other. With slight exhaustion, Shianne lowered her head onto his chest. Comfort and security filled her existence as the rhythmic beating of his heart flowed into her ears.

Reaching forward, Joe brought the small cup in front of her face. Without a word of question, Shianne began to sip on the warm coffee that she had forgotten about until now. As she indulged herself in its bitter aroma, Joe began lightly brushing his hand through her vibrant red hair. Seeing the cup now empty, he lightly placed it back onto the table.

With a brush of his hand against her cheek, Shianne reached up and once again brought her face to his. Even with a break, the two were still drunk on each other. This time, she again took the initiative. With more aggression and no hint as to why, her small tongue invaded his mouth. She wanted to permanently imprint the sensation of her own body on his into her mind.

Slightly turning her body, she now seated her rear on both of his thighs. With a leg on either side of him, she was able to fully press herself against him. Both of her arms encompassed his neck as she seemingly tried to merge their bodies into one.

Joe's hands did not remain idle. With a firm but caring grasp, he placed both on either side of her rear, pulling her waist to his own. He wanted to remember every inch of her just by touch alone. When she finally broke her lips away from his for the third time, a thin strand of their mixed saliva connected their tongues. After a brief pause, she moved her head to his shoulder. Breathing in the deepest breath her thumping chest could, she was again meet with has masculine scent. Her lips instinctively drew themselves to his neck where she lightly began kissing.

As if in response to his lack of resistance, her harmless kisses turned into a light nibble leaving faint marks from his collar bone to his ear before working their way back down once again. Feeling the new sensation, Joe lightly squeezed his hands which caused a barely audible whimper to escape her lips. The two were steadily diving deeper into the touch of the other.

Without even realizing what she was doing, Shianne's hand moved onto Joe's chest. Bit by bit, she took the shape of his muscle structure to memory. from there, here hand steadily crept its wat onto his stomach. She began to trace her hand between each individual muscle. Slipping inside his shirt, a direct touch revealed to be detrimental to her thought process. As her hand began to sweep back up to his chest, she again brought her lips to his.

Briefly, she regained a bit of her own thoughts when she felt a light squeeze on her chest. Even in that moment, only the single word she had mutter before continued to ring in her mind. It was as if nothing could compare to the feelings she had in these moments. She wanted to feel more connected to him. She wanted to feel more of his body on hers.

Breaking apart and slightly sliding back away from him, she began to fumble with the buttons keeping his shirt on. When the last one was undone, she stared down at his bare chest. It wasn't perfect. Old scars riddled the surface from when he was living on the streets. Every day was a struggle for life and each struggle left its mark on his body. Even this wasn't enough to deter her. She traced a couple scars before gazing deep into his eyes once more.

Seeing a hint of anticipation written on her face, Joe mimicked her actions and began to undo her top as well. Even with an elevated heart rate, he managed to undo every button without difficulty. While slowly sliding the shirt off her shoulders, a new thought came to his mind. With the shirt caught on her wrists, Joe pulled her arms slightly behind her and brought his lips to her collar bone. An immediate and audible reaction escaped her lips as he lightly licked and sucked just under her neck. Bringing his mouth to her flawless shoulder, her lightly bit down and began sucking. After a moment, he pulled back and slipped the shirt the rest of the way to the floor. Where his mouth was previously, a purple mark remained encircled by light teeth marks.