Saturday, January 18, 2014

A whisper

In the early light of dawn, there is a whisper; across her soft skin.... just a hint of warm air... 
a touch, soft, barely there... tracing slowly down her exposed hip.. 

she awakens slowly, still in a dream state, and turns into the touch, wanting more.... arching into him.... stretching languidly... 

opening her eyes, watching him.... sleepy still, yet aroused... quiet...just feeling.. 

his touch is exquisite; sending chills running up and down her body... letting him work his magic on her, 

she flushes with desire, but waits.... anticipating.. wanting more, but not wanting the touch to stop.. 

he slowly, cups her nipples, she feels his warm breath, as he circles them with his tongue...
she feels her body quicken... a flood of hot wetness... a sheen of heat across her skin... 

out of her mind with desire, passion building ... heart throbbing, he's attune to her..  sliding his hand down to her wetness.... touching again, gently... slowing her down... 

seducing her with touch.... devouring her... finally, finally, taking her... hard, deep, slow strokes,  building her up again.... until she peaks... crashing in waves, over and over.. becoming like sand on a beach; as the wave goes back to sea... settling.. coming to rest; laying against his chest... 

heartbeat slowing... resting... sliding back  into slumber in his arms. 

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