Light streamed in from the windows, between the blinds that he was so proud of. It was a speckled, strangely surreal mood that it set in the little room. He reluctantly left her side, egged on by her paranoia, and she stretched out, looking up at the ceiling, luxuriating in the aftermath. She hated how she felt when he left; cold and discarded, and a sudden attack of panic made her want to sit up and make sure he was coming back. He preempted her sitting up, though, by standing over her and kneeling on the bed with one knee. She reached for his hand and pulled him to her, wanting the warm comfort of his presence and gravity combined.
Everything about him was pure magic. It was like a brief dream in her arms. His hair was silky and soft when he hadn't had time to put product in it, his skin was smooth and warm, and his lips were mind-readers. His breath was enough to make her insides clench in anticipation and whatever it was that he was making his tongue do, she was sure it was working miracles. She had never felt more alive than at his touch. She didn't need even that, anymore, in fact, all she needed was to be near him. It was sheer agony to keep away.
Lately, he had begun to talk more... "Babe, I love to feel you clench, you're so warm..."
"Oh God, you feel amazing."
He would know... She loved how he knew just how to drive her clean out of her self-erected boundaries. She lost all inhibitions, in retrospect, sometimes, she coloured at the memory of just how much... He knew just how far to go and how much to push. She felt her gut jump where he managed to make his presence felt. His fingers were instinctive, skilled and effective... And having him right there, holding her, looking at her like she was special...
Kissing her, he positioned himself and entered, smoothly, like it was second nature. This time around, he pulled her legs up over his shoulders, nearly folding her double, as he moved. Slowly at first, then, egged on by her requests, faster till he was re-entering with every thrust to increase force. She had a hand on his shoulder, conscious in the back of her mind, somewhere, that she was potentially hurting him, but she was incapable of responding to anything but him. She had a hand on the bed, bracing herself, straining towards him for as much as she could take and he could give.
She felt it begin, softly at first, then with more insistence... Soon, he felt it, and slowed down; stopping altogether "Babe, you're trembling... Oh man... Hey... You okay?"
She smiled, letting her legs lie on the bed, trembling from head to toe, in and out, waiting till the trembling stopped before she could coherently speak and let him know how much he affected her.
He pulled her up in a sitting position, holding her close, arms going almost all the way around her torso as the trembling passed...
Everything about him was pure magic. It was like a brief dream in her arms. His hair was silky and soft when he hadn't had time to put product in it, his skin was smooth and warm, and his lips were mind-readers. His breath was enough to make her insides clench in anticipation and whatever it was that he was making his tongue do, she was sure it was working miracles. She had never felt more alive than at his touch. She didn't need even that, anymore, in fact, all she needed was to be near him. It was sheer agony to keep away.
Lately, he had begun to talk more... "Babe, I love to feel you clench, you're so warm..."
"Oh God, you feel amazing."
He would know... She loved how he knew just how to drive her clean out of her self-erected boundaries. She lost all inhibitions, in retrospect, sometimes, she coloured at the memory of just how much... He knew just how far to go and how much to push. She felt her gut jump where he managed to make his presence felt. His fingers were instinctive, skilled and effective... And having him right there, holding her, looking at her like she was special...
Kissing her, he positioned himself and entered, smoothly, like it was second nature. This time around, he pulled her legs up over his shoulders, nearly folding her double, as he moved. Slowly at first, then, egged on by her requests, faster till he was re-entering with every thrust to increase force. She had a hand on his shoulder, conscious in the back of her mind, somewhere, that she was potentially hurting him, but she was incapable of responding to anything but him. She had a hand on the bed, bracing herself, straining towards him for as much as she could take and he could give.
She felt it begin, softly at first, then with more insistence... Soon, he felt it, and slowed down; stopping altogether "Babe, you're trembling... Oh man... Hey... You okay?"
She smiled, letting her legs lie on the bed, trembling from head to toe, in and out, waiting till the trembling stopped before she could coherently speak and let him know how much he affected her.
He pulled her up in a sitting position, holding her close, arms going almost all the way around her torso as the trembling passed...
