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Drive Me Crazy

Write a story that is between 1000 and 1750 words in length where there is more body language than conversation intensifying the emotion and sensuality of your erotica. Make sure you use your special thesaurus to help keep the redundant words and terms out of the story. The story can be along any theme you wish.

Lina hungrily watched him move across the room, engrossed in the way his powerful legs and long legged stride took him further away from her. She sighed, gazing out the window from her well-angled recliner, staring at Taylor while he worked on his latest creation, a chair built of the finest mahogany, specifically at her request. The afternoon sun kissed his golden skin making it glow and sent that familiar burn right through her body to pool at the apex of her thighs. He was the most appealing man she ever laid eyes on, his every move like a beautiful symphony that flowed through her, capturing her attention from start to finish. Her eyes trailed over the expanse of his broad shoulders, heading down his muscular arms, delighting in the way they flexed as he hammered each piece of wood into perfect position. To say Taylor was hot was an understatement; for Lina knew all too well just what that man could do, and boy the way he manipulated her body, keeping her mind focused solely on him said it all.

She picked up the glass of ice water, desperate for a sip to try to reduce the raging desire that continued to race through her, while her eyes remained glued to his every move. Attempting to drink the beverage without paying attention had the freezing liquid dripping all over her chest and tank top, forcing her to sit up and laugh at herself. Lina set the glass down, running her forefinger from one droplet to the next, letting it slide down the valley between her breasts. Her nipples strained against the green cotton, eager to be touched, sucked, nibbled and pinched, heightening her full arousal. As her finger continued running across her heated skin, she resumed observing the delicious eye candy before her. If he knew she was consumed by the mere sight of him, that she sat here longing for him to come back inside and take her, he would surely stop what he was doing and comply, giving her exactly what she wanted.

Instead, Taylor turned away, providing her with a clear view of his rippled back and that tight ass that she loved to grasp and squeeze when he made love to her, holding him deep within her folds. She propped one leg over the arm of the leather chair, spreading herself wide while her hand trailed down her stomach to her awaiting womanhood. Though she wanted nothing more than to pounce on him, her body couldn’t wait for him to finish his work outside; her elevated state of arousal begged and demanded immediate satisfaction. Lina traced her slit through her cotton shorts, smiling at the wetness she found there already. Only Taylor could accomplish making her juices flow and keep her ravenous from this distance without even looking at her with those seductive dark eyes or laying one rough finger across her skin. As her fingers stroked up and down her folds, building the intensity of her appetite, she gasped as Taylor turned and his eyes caught hers. He rested his hands on his hips, watching her with one eyebrow raised, and the salacious look from that short distance became a challenge for her to continue pleasuring herself.

This was the beauty of their relationship, they challenged one another in every possible way, and neither was good at backing down once they started. Lina stood, her focus completely on Taylor as she thrust her shorts and panties down her legs, kicking them off when they reached her ankles. She didn’t mind letting him watch, because she knew within a few short minutes of her moaning he would rush into the house to claim what belonged to him. She returned to the chair, completely uncovered to his wandering eyes, which only turned her on more. Lina released the footrest and leaned back, one leg over the arm, the other dangling off the opposite side of the extension, exposed in all her feminine glory for the man she loved. With her right hand she inserted two fingers into her moist depths, while her thumb circled her awaiting nub making her gasp and thrust her hips forward clamoring for more.

Taylor took two steps forward and her heart raced as her hand quickened the pace, her body on fire and moving so close toward release. Lina stared at him, waiting, wanting him to come to her, but he remained so far out of reach. She had to do something to push him, to drive him into the house where he could have his way with her, where he could give her all that she needed. Withdrawing her fingers, she raised her hand to her mouth, tracing her lips before drawing one digit inside for a taste of her own essence, and then the other, yet he stood rigid on the outside of the glass door, torturing her. It was then she noticed his excitement, which brought a smile to her lips before her top teeth clamped down on her bottom lip to suppress it. The bulge in his jeans spoke volumes. Lina grabbed her breasts, moaning loudly as she squeezed them together, leaning further back into the chair. When he still continued to watch, she reached down between her legs again, stroking herself right to the pinnacle, her eyes blazing and locking onto his. She couldn’t stop now, she craved release, and her heated body undulated with every thrust of her hand as the first wave of orgasm rocketed through her. Lina shook, her cries of ecstasy bouncing off the walls and echoing in her ears.

Finally, Taylor rushed to the door, thrusting it open and closed as his powerfully masculine body moved in front of her; those desire-filled eyes staring down at her, boring straight to her core. She couldn’t move, could hardly breathe or think when he looked at her in a smoldering possessive sort of way. All it would take was one touch of those exciting and exquisite hands and she would become putty in his hands, for he knew how to play every inch of her.

“Taylor,” she whispered.

Without a word, her knelt, reached beneath her bottom and lifted Lina to his hungry mouth. His teeth raked against her clitoris, his hot breath washing over her skin, which made her shiver and grasp the arms of the chair in a feeble attempt to stop the onslaught of the next impending climax. Oh, that tongue was heaven, stroking her back and forth, circling her nub expertly before slowly making its decent to her awaiting nectar. She couldn’t take the disconnected feelings, needing him deep inside her, going over the threshold with her, not making her go over alone again.

“Darlin,” she said, “take me and drive me crazy.”

He peppered her stomach with kisses, raising the tank top as he moved up her body. His mouth took one nipple, sucking it into a hard peak while his hand teased and flicked the other. His hardness rested between her legs, still confined in the jeans as she reached down between them to run her nails across the fabric. Fumbling with the button and zipper in a desperate attempt to feel the silkiness of his member, while his sweet mouth and hand continued their manipulations had her in a fever. His hot tongue found the crook of her neck and traced a pattern that made her gasp and desperate for a taste of him. Both hands shifted to his head, pulling him up to her face. Lina captured his mouth in a hard kiss, her tongue darting inside his mouth to duel with his, building the desire between them. He tasted of coffee and heaven and the more of him she had the more she wanted. She could never get enough of him. Before she realized it, the tip of his shaft was at her entrance, slowly joining her body to his.

It wasn’t enough; Lina slid her hands down his muscular back and to his rounded ass, forcing him to thrust deep inside her slick tunnel. Dragging her mouth from his, she kissed her way to his ear, nibbling the lobe, her tongue soaking it before she sucked in a deep breath that had him pulling quickly away and staring down at her again. God what those hunger filled eyes did to her as his body stilled.

“Take me now, make me yours, forever yours,” she commanded, wrapping her legs around him.

With that he drove into her, each long stroke had Lina rising up to meet him, taking him deeper; to keep him buried to the hilt, gyrating against him, the pinnacle again within her reach. His mouth devoured her breasts as he kept the pace torturously slow until she began to beg for release, digging her nails into his back to propel him over too. Taylor quickened the pace, her body beginning the ascent to orgasmic bliss. She wrapped her arms around him, clinging to Taylor as her core clenched his shaft, accepting everything he had to offer until his head fell and rested against her chest.

She loved that, the overpowering feeling of loving him with every part of her being, of knowing he was sated, well at least for a few minutes, because with Taylor, once was never enough.

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