I'll take your heart, and taste your soul.

She hugs him, tenderly, as she loves him, and he will feel without having to say so. She spends her palm on his chest, stroked in elevations, discreetly and misplaced modesty. He stroked his hand, forearm, his touch is so soft, she closes her eyes, she can feel his skin on his. She argues her fingers to his face and she runs a touch applied, he shuddered.

Without warning, she slips her finger between his lips and then takes off immediately. She continues to spend the pads of his fingers on his face that she loves so much, then she returns to his mouth. This time, she met his tongue, creating a delicious thrill.

He sighs and turns to her, takes her in his arms, she slips her thigh between his own, she sticks to it, as near as she can, her body wanted to melt into his. She lets her hand run over his chest, his neck, she does not know, who caress who, where he caresses her, she just feels his soul, his presence, his being, she bites his chin, cheeks, she turns long, around his mouth.

He dismisses her suddenly, and stands over her. Looking her straight in the eye, he slowly slides his hands on her belly and breasts. He take them, as a fruit, ripe and sweet, ready to explode under too much pressure. He lay down again with a sudden gesture, began to embrace her body, the hesitations, promises, flitting.

Her head turns, she moaned as he discovers her. She is lost in her own pleasure, everything else is gone, he is up to her, kiss her neck, buried her head in her hair, that the elastic has not retained for very long.

She rejects him, she needs to recharge. He looks surprised. She sits in front of him, he tries to lie down, she resists, he tries to protest. He growls at her tossing of the head back. Suddenly he kissed her full on the mouth. His eyes plunge into hers, introducing his soul in her. A flash of ecstasy through her body while his spirit enters her own. Their bodies are barely touching, but melt, and speak.

She looks at him and kisses him, her hands lost in his hair cling desperately, needs her mouth to his, she needs to be close, still closer to him. He began to moan, more and harder, faster and faster. They loosen, their grip, she straightens up, looks him in the eyes, they are more than happy and spiritually exhausted. Their bodies were soaked, their troubled minds, their smiles, waves.  


Karole McDowell 2011 - (c) Reproduction is prohibited without permission from the author.