* UNDYING LOVE *
- XIII -
The soft kisses up her arm, fully awakened. The eyes troubled by sleep, she looked at this man with ebony hair, black eyes and dark.
She felt on her skin caressed by the wind and realized that her body was covered with water droplets. Turning her gaze to the fire, she saw her dress on the floor.
Seeing her naked body, she could not prevent her cheeks blushing, embarrassed, while the wood crackled, making sparks, they seemed to cadence with the beat of her heart.
The man was holding a wet tissue. She understood that he had washed her sleeping body. He put it near the fireplace. Then leaning over her with a sweetness almost divine, he planted his fingers through her hair. With his fingers, he combed her hair. She felt the softness of his movements, such tenderness.
Under his hands, she felt completely woman. He ended his hair spread on the carpet, when with both his hands, he went down on her sweet face, warm and light touch made her shiver and she blushed seeing his hands caress her entire body. Baring his shoulders, he slid the dress lightly, as if a breeze pushing the light fluffy clouds. He approached his face and she felt her breath coming invade her mind already very troubled.
She closed her eyes, when his lips quivered as hers, by pecking her mouth like a bird pecking a fruit ripe. Then she felt hands passionate, come take her chest, his fingers drawing her curves. She would cling to his neck, his hair, but she was frozen under his caresses.
From his lips, he traced a path down over her bare skin, quivering. She closed her eyes as she felt his warm breath caressing her lips full of desire. She felt that he was attempting to partially open her mouth, with his tongue silky. She felt dizzy.
His tongue fluttered, and the noise that escaped from him and seemed to lick her saliva, put her in swimming. Her fingernails clinging to the carpet, she could not prevent her body from twisting, her head to move towards this language, which she wanted to feel deep within herself.
The caresses became more voluptuous. He enjoyed the tickle of desire. She opened her eyes, when her body trembling, could no longer hold. She escaped cries hoarse, her eyes sunk into his. The fire only witness to their embrace fabulous in his hands, both fresh and manly, this man of courage, heart and eyes of velvet.
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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.
When she awoke the next day he was lying beside her. He brooded for a bold look, which reads all the love he felt for her. The body stripped naked, she realized she had not dreamed
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