Thread: Start of Darkness (Google and Skittish_butterfly)

RE Start of Darkness Erin had felt his big hand on the soft fabric of her blouse, right over the softer flesh of her breast, almost encompassing it as she kissed his cheek, and still she hadn't pulled away from his advances. Maybe it didn't feel exactly right, but it didn't feel totally wrong either, and it felt good, and being around Dominick was somehow letting her forget her mom and the trailer park at least for the moment, making it ok to just enjoy being with him. His hand moved, leaving her breast, and then she felt its firm pressure behind her head, in her hair, holding her right there close to him, her lips still so close he must surely feel the warmth of her breath on his face. Initially her instinct was to pull her head back, to resist his hand behind her head, his hold on her just strong enough to surprise her. But his hand didn't yield and the shock passed and she realized that though he was so strong he wasn't using anything close to the full power of his muscles to hold her close, as if he knew exactly how much was okay and didn't use more than 1 or 2 more than that. Besides, his wanting her, holding her, pulling her close, it was a heady feeling. He even said it, came right out and said it. Well, more like it slipped out but he called her his girl which made her heart soar. It made her feel so good even her slight puzzlement about the way he reinforced that she was his quickly dissolved into her general pleasure over having this amazing guy want... her. In a matter of seconds she felt her cheeks burning even hotter as he spoke in that quiet but intense voice. Then words stopped. His hand tugged her head closer and she scarcely resisted at all, her lips already tingling, the angle of his head telling sensitive spots in her body all she needed to know. Her eyes closed, the movie playing in front of them part of another universe as she felt his lips brush hers. A soft whine, the tiniest whimper slipped out as years of pent-up heartache were chased out of her in a heartbeat. The touch of his lips was so soft. And he was so strong, his grip on her head still holding her close, his powerful muscles rippling under the gentle touch of her fingers as she leaned in closer. Something about him wanting her so badly, the feeling of how strong he was, knowing deep inside her he could take what he wanted from her with relative ease if he chose, and yet he kissed her so... damned... softly. She melted into him, their breath mixing and swirling warmly as their lips and then tongues explored and slowly got to know each other. Erin felt him slowly leaning into her, pressing her back against the plush seat rest, cushioned by the velvet seat rest so she wasn't uncomfortable, but exquisitely aware of his size as his kiss grew more intense and demanding. The kiss had started out with them as equals, partners in discovery, but as Dominick seemed to get more urgent and intense, Erin found herself softening her lips, her mouth yielding to what he wanted, accepting his invading tongue and greeting it softly and warmly as a new temporary part of her. Then it was over. She didn't know what decision made Dominick pull back, or how he went from overdrive back down to neutral so quickly. Erin was still breathing hard, chest heaving, her eyes glowing bright and her cheeks burning hot as she stared back at him. The gravity of his nearness pulled her to him and she leaned closer, aching for more, no real thought because sometimes need was stronger than thought. Even as he pulled away and ended the kiss she followed, not ready for it to be over, her lips still tingling. She looked into his eyes as the two of them hovered so close, and she could see his eyes so bright in the dark hall. Erin didn't know what to do. He had pulled back, and yet the light in his eyes, the way he looked back at her... didn't he want to kiss her still? He must, she was almost certain. It was one of her last trailer-park anxieties though, rearing up its ugly head. Afraid of chasing what she wanted and looking the part of the fool, the slut, knowing from having witnessed it that it was a real possibility. But she could hear his breath, imagined his heartbeat pounding in time with hers. She couldn't sit still, couldn't be this close to him and not touch him. As she leaned in again, this time her lips parted and not aiming for his cheek at all, she ignored the warning voice from the trailer park. If he pulled back from her, leaving her feeling ridiculous and slutty, she wouldn't care, because she wasn't sure her heart would survive it anyway.