05-22-2014, 09:25 AM
His adoration of her had begun. Connor inhaled Ayden in. She lay naked before him, having been freed from any further barrier, any more layers that might hide who she was. His kisses and hands ranged, questing over every inch of her. He kissed her deeply on the lips, tongue tasting her salty and sweet, felt her hands in his hair, looked up and saw the ecstasy in the way her head lolled back, the movement of her body, the sounds escaping from her mouth.
Her body was an instrument that he learned to play, every reaction, every shift, every moan another lesson. And he relished her. Every barrier, every wall, every layer that hid who she was seemed to come down. Ayden was so beautiful to him. Exquisite. He wanted to know her completely.
Time stretched and slowed like congealed honey dripping from a spoon. They were in the bedroom now, her hovering over him, sleek as a cat, purring and nuzzling and kissing him, skin warm against his. Suddenly it was his turn. He felt his insides melt as he luxuriated in her attention, heart soaring in his appreciation for her desire to please him. It reaffirmed him, started to heal something torn in his heart, that thing that had been ripped out long ago. Women had come and gone, but he had kept his heart walled off, cradled it safely in fear, ready to cut things off at a moment’s notice. He had been terrified. But somehow, in just a short period of time, this woman, this Ayden, had slipped past all his defense. What had started off as mere flirtation and lust for him had become something more. He felt hands on his heart for the first time and though his instinct was to flinch, he didn't pull away. He let himself open to her.
Her hair was in his face now, their bodies one and he marveled at her perfection, the sacred geometry that had given birth to this creature of fire and passion. He rode the wave with her, cresting until that very moment and suddenly it seemed the very room cried out with her voice as all the candles burst into flame, bathing her in fiery light that made her hair and face glow. And everything from the last few years, every pain and every tension, every sorrow and agony that had piled up, that had weighed him down with each passing month, left his body, a cathartic release.
Breathing, he looked into her dark eyes and saw the raw naked fear as if she had been caught. She slid down his body, pressing herself to him, nuzzling his neck and kissing him, it seemed, almost pleadingly. She was scared. He knew what had happened. It was easy to piece together. The fire. Her question about the sickness. Her evasive answers about where she was from. His heart ached with a new kind of emotion, tenderness. This poor girl. He put his arms around her and held her to him, kissing her and holding close. Gradually, they both relaxed. This is was how it should be, her in his arms, protected and safe, their two bodies intertwined. He felt the familiar tiredness, but he didn't want to be done. He wouldn't let it be done. Not with her. He wanted to be with her, to be a part of her again.
His hand ran over her perfectly smooth skin, from neck all the way down until his hand caressed her perfectly shaped rump. A wicked thought occurred to him and he grinned. Plattt! Her head jerked up from his chest, eyes wide with surprise, and he smiled at her. "Just as I thought,"
he said to her through his evil grin. He was close to being ready. He rolled her over on her back, looking down into her eyes. He wasn't going anywhere.
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Edited by Connor Kent, May 25 2014, 02:27 PM.
Her body was an instrument that he learned to play, every reaction, every shift, every moan another lesson. And he relished her. Every barrier, every wall, every layer that hid who she was seemed to come down. Ayden was so beautiful to him. Exquisite. He wanted to know her completely.
Time stretched and slowed like congealed honey dripping from a spoon. They were in the bedroom now, her hovering over him, sleek as a cat, purring and nuzzling and kissing him, skin warm against his. Suddenly it was his turn. He felt his insides melt as he luxuriated in her attention, heart soaring in his appreciation for her desire to please him. It reaffirmed him, started to heal something torn in his heart, that thing that had been ripped out long ago. Women had come and gone, but he had kept his heart walled off, cradled it safely in fear, ready to cut things off at a moment’s notice. He had been terrified. But somehow, in just a short period of time, this woman, this Ayden, had slipped past all his defense. What had started off as mere flirtation and lust for him had become something more. He felt hands on his heart for the first time and though his instinct was to flinch, he didn't pull away. He let himself open to her.
Her hair was in his face now, their bodies one and he marveled at her perfection, the sacred geometry that had given birth to this creature of fire and passion. He rode the wave with her, cresting until that very moment and suddenly it seemed the very room cried out with her voice as all the candles burst into flame, bathing her in fiery light that made her hair and face glow. And everything from the last few years, every pain and every tension, every sorrow and agony that had piled up, that had weighed him down with each passing month, left his body, a cathartic release.
Breathing, he looked into her dark eyes and saw the raw naked fear as if she had been caught. She slid down his body, pressing herself to him, nuzzling his neck and kissing him, it seemed, almost pleadingly. She was scared. He knew what had happened. It was easy to piece together. The fire. Her question about the sickness. Her evasive answers about where she was from. His heart ached with a new kind of emotion, tenderness. This poor girl. He put his arms around her and held her to him, kissing her and holding close. Gradually, they both relaxed. This is was how it should be, her in his arms, protected and safe, their two bodies intertwined. He felt the familiar tiredness, but he didn't want to be done. He wouldn't let it be done. Not with her. He wanted to be with her, to be a part of her again.
His hand ran over her perfectly smooth skin, from neck all the way down until his hand caressed her perfectly shaped rump. A wicked thought occurred to him and he grinned. Plattt! Her head jerked up from his chest, eyes wide with surprise, and he smiled at her. "Just as I thought,"
he said to her through his evil grin. He was close to being ready. He rolled her over on her back, looking down into her eyes. He wasn't going anywhere.
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Edited by Connor Kent, May 25 2014, 02:27 PM.