Semi-erotic story

I grab her hand and thrust it onto my chest. My heart’s throbbing, and I sound off, “You think you’re the only one!? It’s been like this for days, and whose fault do you think that is!?” Maybe it’s the nutty hue of her irises, the rose flush on her face, or the overwhelming feeling that this can’t be stopped that makes me lean in.  

(...)

It could’ve happened five minutes or five seconds ago, but right now, she’s gone. Somewhere along the way she lost her mind and her modesty. Insanity is overtaking me too. I want—I so, so badly want to go further, but I can’t. I can't, and it’s killing me that I can’t do more, and…and I start laying soft kisses on her face, her forehead, her ears, and her cheeks. Being this close, I can smell the nice, musky perfume she wears, and I follow it down to the source. The aroma is dizzying as I begin to attack her neck and jaw; she’s making little sounds now that make my heart flip and urge me on. Our surroundings fade completely, and in my mind’s eye, I’ve become Orion cornering a doe, drawing her blood. I stop kissing her and trace my fingers over her bra strap, down her waist, up over her faint abs, and around her breasts, before grasping her arms. I can feel her tense where my fingers approach, her warm skin stretching then snapping into place. I travel lower and lower. 

(...)

She obviously approves because she rolls over on top of me and takes charge. Now, I’m choking on thick, bloody curls that slither over my eyes and around the curve of my jaw, poking my jugular. In my ecstasy, each coil becomes a snake, ready to sink teeth and venom into my expectant neck. “Medusa here” Part of me laughs at the thought, “has to get off before we ruin each other.”