Fated

Content Advisory: m/f sex scene.

Do you believe in fate?

I do. I believe there is one person out there who is made for you and such a person is your absolute fit.

Fate took me into the cafe, fate made me forget to grab my purse that morning, fate caused you to be standing right behind me, offering to buy my coffee.

How could I say no? Those blue eyes combined with the dark hair... and then the sound of your voice nearly made me wet. I’ve never been able to resist an Irish accent.

Instantly, our attraction sparked. I knew it in the way you leaned across the table as you spoke to me. Your fingertips, almost hesitantly skimmed my forearm, as if you couldn’t help but touch me and make contact for the first time.

When people talk of electricity, this is the moment they speak of. The frisson of excitement passing between two people when they touch and know it is only the start.

We talked for hours that first afternoon, with you supplementing my caffeine intake in a bid to keep me there. Of course, I would have stayed if you’d only offered me water—but how were you to know? Afternoon quickly drew on to evening, and still we had no intention of parting. We drank in information about each other’s lives as if dying of thirst.

We both knew where things were going—neither of us naive young virgins. When you finally suggested going back to your place, we both knew it wasn’t for more coffee. Yet still my heart thumped, the blood rushing around my veins as if it was my first time.

But, it was my first time... with you.

When you kissed me, I felt the sensation of another’s mouth against my own like I never had before. Your tongue explored my mouth, gentle and teasing at first, but then growing with intensity. Your fingers laced in my hair as if they belonged there.

Every movement stole another breath from my body.  Your hand crept lower, reaching beneath my shirt, cupping my breast. Your thumb stroked my nipple—now hard in your hand—and I shivered.

As you pressed your body to mine, I felt the hard ridge of your erection beneath your jeans. How could anything excite me more, knowing how much you wanted me? With nimble fingers I slipped your hard length free, and encircled the satin soft skin, stroking you even as you gasped into my mouth.

Within moments our clothes were pulled aside and you dipped your fingers between my thighs, feeling how wet I'd become.

How did you know exactly how to touch my most intimate parts? The way your fingers seemed to know exactly the right way to stroke my clit, how your mouth knew how to work every inch of my body.  When you finally slipped your cock into my wet folds, pushing hard inside, thrusting over and over again, I truly believed I'd found the one person I would spend my life with.

 I refuse to accept the perfect fit of your cock inside of me is an accident. It’s as if we’re created as an extension and an inversion of the other.

Only together, do we become whole.

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~~M.K. Elliott~~

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