When she wasn't kissing him, taking slow possession of his mouth and his body with the weight of her awareness--I love him. I love him. I love him. a quiet mantra in the back of her mind--she was watching his face, learning the way his pleasure expressed itself in his features, and the sounds of his breathing.
Because she could, she interspersed kisses to his mouth with kisses to his chest or his shoulders, traced the separation between the muscles with her tongue if she felt like it, or just delivered small pecks of affection where she could reach. And it was strange, really strange, to have him in hand or against the back of her hand if she turned it to stroke him with her knuckles, and just be watching, loving him, and in no particular hurry to bring him off.
Strange, but lovely, as it gave her freedom to caress his abdomen and soothe it with a steady touch if it quivered too much, and to stroke a hand along his side or over his arm, just to be here with him. It felt, a little, like a ritual of some kind, honoring and celebrating his masculinity--
Which made her smile, kiss him and smile harder into his mouth, because what a man he was. His body sculpted to perfection, his passions strong and his love fierce. Not just a beautiful man, but hers. And he'd never been anyone else's. Not like this.
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Re: 9/21 - around 7:30
Date: 2018-11-01 01:22 am (UTC)Because she could, she interspersed kisses to his mouth with kisses to his chest or his shoulders, traced the separation between the muscles with her tongue if she felt like it, or just delivered small pecks of affection where she could reach. And it was strange, really strange, to have him in hand or against the back of her hand if she turned it to stroke him with her knuckles, and just be watching, loving him, and in no particular hurry to bring him off.
Strange, but lovely, as it gave her freedom to caress his abdomen and soothe it with a steady touch if it quivered too much, and to stroke a hand along his side or over his arm, just to be here with him. It felt, a little, like a ritual of some kind, honoring and celebrating his masculinity--
Which made her smile, kiss him and smile harder into his mouth, because what a man he was. His body sculpted to perfection, his passions strong and his love fierce. Not just a beautiful man, but hers. And he'd never been anyone else's. Not like this.