We were chasing the thunder inside the storm;

How Mira could hardly hold back that astonishment from her molten gold eyes, as though she wasn't quite seeing correctly. She did not take that offering lightly, that offering of Tetradore's exposed throat, lay stretched out and inviting for her. That predator within her seemed almost just as shocked to see her dominant offering such remarkable trust in those heated moments. There were no words that could ever do this vital moment any justice as it was far more profound than any words that could have been uttered. How that exposed skin was practically begging for those lavish heated kisses, how she wanted to give them. That very moment perhaps meant more to her than he could ever know, that distinct level of trust between them both, was certainly mutual. Yet from a reserved man like Tetradore, it meant so much more. He has her completely spellbound in that moment, finding it so easy to get lost under his thrall. He was mesmerizing, he always had been to her in his own way, the way he conducted himself, that concealed passion that lay buried underneath his skin like hidden treasure. He was easy to get lost within, to explore that uncharted territory that was charged, how she was maneuvering through a minefield, but she could hardly tell.

This little back and forth striptease was nothing short of tantalizing and excitement. How she wondered if he would lose control and yet his mind is set on course as though he knew exactly what he wanted but took his time doing so. She hardly knew that this night would end up this way, upon Tetradore's mattress, wanting. All that back and forth banter and flirtations actually amounting to something more than a feeling. It would have been a lie if she said she didn't think of it at least once, or twice.

Yet without much time, she took seamless care to pepper those kisses upon his jaw line before exploring that offered neck. Part of her waits for that tension of the predator below her to snap, to revolt, but he does not. If only she could have seen that slight smile form upon his lips, that simple moment of enjoyment.

Those molten kisses pressed seemingly random fashion was ever methodical as she creates her own downward trail, igniting that fire that roared within her. How easy it would have been to keep he decent, a precise trail, those wandering tender heated kisses downward still beyond the folds of his boxers. She seems to contemplate this, by simply lingering there with her lips poised in question along that band. Not tonight. Tonight, she wanted to know what the feel of his body felt like against her own, what it felt like to be lost in a tangle of limbs and passion, with no one other than him.

How this little charade of foreplay had gone on too long, dutifully tending to a burning desire that had been fostered in the wake of those tender kisses, gentle but firm touches and coaxing words. How she was almost unable to contain it as she finally uttered that want. Her figure was like a ball of need wound up and yet they dare not rush even though it would have been so easy to get swept up in it all. Each move was strikingly gentle and curious, mirroring each other in an almost choreographed sensual dance. How easy it was to brush away those insecurities, to be vulnerable and open to the here and now. How she hardly wanted to think of tomorrow, especially with knowing that now this is exactly where she wants to be. As though they clicked right into place in the here and now.

It felt natural, like they spoke the same physical language. It was so very tangible like she instinctually knew him, as though she knew which buttons to press and in just what order to press them. Mira seemed so in tune with his body, like she possessed some private direct line to him, to direct her. How aware she was of his body, even in those minute movements. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. They seemed to savor each other, a dramatic change of pace from the volatile night they had for this. His hands on her skin felt like ecstasy, those kisses all too igniting, filled a passionate hunger. How she wanted this and yet was innately curious of it all the same. The way he grabbed her hips to toss her onto her back, it showed distinctly that he wanted that very seem. He did not leave her for long, his body once again flush against her own. His body was evidently ready, yet even so far along in in this game of their bodies he seemed to offer her every chance to reject him. Like she could want to deny him now. How could she even dream of it. Her body practically sang for him, hell it burned for him in this moment. How this seemed so far from just a need wanting to be fulfilled. She wondered if he could feel it then. Feel that heat emanating from her skin, those touches and utterance that had not shown a hint of doubt. It was going to drive her mad if he continued to toy with her, the hesitation almost too much. Their mouths lost in a tangle of want. She wanted to feel him entirely, she pulls away just barely to whisper against his lips that she wanted him.

In one fluid moment they were blissfully synced, their bodies unified. Never before had she been with someone who took that gentle care of her body, who took their time like he did. It was like she wasn't just a means to an end. How wonderful that sensation of him being inside of her, it was like two puzzle pieces that simply fit each other perfectly. Simply put, it felt incredible.

The friction of their bodies is intoxicating, her body seems to call to his as she rises to meet him to deepen their connection with her slender long leg wrapped around him. How she offered him that full control of her body, aiding in creating the fluent rhythm. It felt near innate to allow him to take charge, to give in to the luxurious feel of his body moving with hers, it caused her breathing to change, deeper perhaps. How hear heartbeat sings, as their mouths met again feeling that shift in his body as that friction of their body began that more intense dance. Her hands trail along his muscular back one hand dancing along his back while the other trailed along those strong arms. She enjoyed the feel of his working muscles beneath the surface of caramel skin. She shifted her hips again to meet him then and that sensation only intensified, hitting a far more intense spot that had her finger tips pressing deeper into his skin, that soft sound of pleasure escaping her in that very moment.

The moan that left his own lips was something near cherished as she bit on her own lip before she felt the caressing touch of his hand sliding along her body to find her breast, her body wanting to press into that touch. How her body seemed to quiver with near delight, responding to him as he was only one to hold the key to her undoing, how she could feel that steady build with each roll of his hips. How her body ached for that touch, that caress caused that escaped gasp lost in that sensation as she tilted her own head back. Offering him access to that vulnerable long neck as if craving for his lips on her wanting flesh. All while showing him that very same display of trust while she was in the most vulnerable position of all. For him, she give it all freely.

I'd rather be dangerous;

MIRA RAMOS