Into Her Skin

A Just the Sex piece by Alice Holm

Word count: 850

Just the Sex pieces are exactly what they sound like: no storyline, just sex, with a few rules: writers must get us hot and bothered with an 869 word limit and create a title with words from the last sentence.

The sky is black and clear like the surface of the water out the passenger side window. It’s midnight and I am driving two hours up the lake, because fuck being tired, fuck the frustration over how little time we have and fuck the pressure on the time we do. Her life is centered far away from mine, but we hope it won’t be like this forever. 

The sky is black and the house is quiet. When I walk through the door, she takes my breath away. She fills the space with her tall boots, her dark hoodie and darker hair. Her skin is so pale, it’s nearly translucent, like I could pass right through her. She pulls me into her embrace as if it’s the most natural thing in the world to find me here, skin to skin. When she releases me, she takes my hand and leads me down the hall. 

In the shower, I watch her soap herself, so turned on by the hair between her legs, the water dripping down her thighs. It’s a longing so deep in my chest—deeper still below my navel—it’s painful. 

She leads me upstairs. I take everything off so we can be naked together, huddled under the blankets. I prop myself up on my elbow, lean over her. We kiss, but not urgently. Tonight, our kissing is languorous and sultry, the exploration of two people defying the expectations of time. Her mouth is delicious, her tongue gently probing. 

I draw tantalizing circles around her breast, until inevitably I reach her nipple. I relish the subtle noises she makes, her soft exhales of pleasure and desire. I run my hand between her legs, cup her pussy, trace the line between her lips and inner thighs. Feel already that I am rushing too much, try to restrain myself. 

She turns towards me and takes me into her arms. Each time, I am flooded with a profound sense of disbelief that this beautiful woman is as turned on by me as I am by her; that we are here despite the odds and the obstacles. 

When she takes my nipples in her teeth, I am totally uninhibited. I try to hold still, until my body can’t take it any longer and my pelvis reaches for her, desperate for pressure. I don’t have the words to tell her what she does to me. Instead, I show her. I take her hand and guide it between my legs. Together, our fingers spread my lips apart. She presses her fingertip against me and waits patiently as I open and swallow her whole. 

But tonight, I want her first. 

Her pussy is so gorgeous I almost can’t stand it, perfectly symmetrical, her lips achingly full. It’s like watching her in the shower—as painful as it is thrilling. I try to tease myself, biting along the inseam of her inner thigh, when all I want to do is bury my face in her cunt and devour her.

As I enter her, she shifts her pelvis, trying to suck me deeper. I can feel her pussy expanding and contracting as her clit hardens under my tongue. Her hips rock against my face, and I fuck her mercilessly until I know she is on the brink of crashing. I slow down, let her catch her breath, and then I give her more. My fingers probe deeper, fuck harder, until she clamps down and refuses to relinquish me. 

It’s hard to imagine anything better than this. I’m so turned on I’m nauseous. When her movements subside, she pulls me upwards and bites into my neck so hard that ecstasy tears through me. She pulls on my nipple and I lift my hips, beseechingly. But I’m totally at her mercy and she doesn’t give me the satisfying pressure of her thigh. 

She takes my nipple in her mouth and her fingers hover over my clit. I think I will die if she doesn’t touch me soon. She waits, teasing, and the sensation only builds—searing red hot fire from my nipple, desperate throbbing in my clit. I wonder if she is trying to make me cum like this, and it makes me frantic for more.

Her fingers hover at the opening of my pussy, I want to grab her wrist and force her hand. But she places a steadying palm on my belly, holding me still for one long breath, as she slides her tongue down my abdomen. Then her fingers are inside of me. The pressure hits me hard, the longing for more unbearable, until she finally puts her tongue tenderly on my clit and it is equal parts sweet and maddening. With her other hand she pinches the skin just below my nipple and that one simple action pushes me over the edge. 

I do not want it to end—the all-encompassing heat and electricity that floods me as she fucks me. I never want her to stop. All I want is for us to be inside each other. All I want as she holds me afterwards is to crawl into her skin. 

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