I lay upon the bed the sheet low across my hips the door opens and my breath stills in my chest. Long black curls shielding an angels face, the graceful line of her spine as she turns her back to me to look in the mirror and the smooth generous flare of perfect hips I’ve held so many times. My lover, her eyes move to mine shyly darting away again and again as she catches me watching her in the mirror. I can never get enough of her and she knows it, craves it, rolling from the bed I move across the room the hardwood cool on the sole’s of my feet.
She turns towards me and I tell her no as I palm the inward curve of her waist smoothing my hands over the warm silk of her skin. With her head falling back onto my shoulder I press my lips to the delicate pulse in her throat. She smells of honeysuckle, sweet and clean, almost pure, all my dreams rolled into this one beautiful woman I hold in my arms. Her breath comes out on a sigh as I move my hands slowly across the softness of her lower belly tangling my fingers in the tight curls, raw silk, that’s what they remind me of. Just touching her speeds my heart and constricts my chest.
I catch her reflection, her eyes are closed, her long lashes leaving crescent shadows and her full lips are parted. I know she’s waiting for my touch but I withhold it, I want her heart to be pounding as loud as mine. Dipping one hand lower into the warmth between her rounded thighs, a soft touch, just enough to tease. I caress up her abdomen, letting my fingertips move slowly over her ribs until my hand weighs the heaviness of her breast in the palm of my hand. Her nipple is hard the color of pink roses, I strum the hard peak with my thumb at the same time as I push harder between her thighs. She’s slick, hot, I resist the urge to taste to drop to my knees, I want her now, but I deny myself.
Pushing back the delicate hood of her clit I circle slow and easy, watching the flush of her pale skin in the mirror. So beautiful. A breathless moan escapes her lips. She trembles just a bit as her hips move forward into my light touch. My name whispered in her sultry voice it had been the first thing I had noticed, I had been lost completely the first time she had said my name. My fingertips run along her weeping slit, tracing patterns and relishing the smoothness, the heat, all mine.
Once again I move around the hard nub and she jerks, pinching her nipple lightly and nipping at her throat. My gaze never leaving the reflected image of her. I whisper to her to let go, to let me watch, that this is only for her. Her hips move back into the cradle of mine as she arches her graceful back and presses her head heavier on my shoulder. She pants, writhes and moans as I circle and pinch, faster then slower. I love taking her to edge and then pulling her back, her pleasure is like a drug, I can never get enough of her.
Her hand moves down to cover mine, the force of her touch manipulating, compelling me to take her more quickly. She turns her head to take my lips and I turn away, I want to watch, need to watch. Her body is vibrating in my arms, I look at the sheen of moisture covering her skin causing it to glow in the dim light of sunrise. My lips go to her ear, suck the lobe between testing it with my teeth before I tell her to let go again.
Suddenly she breaks apart in my arms, shivering, I hold tight, her wetness coating my fingers and her wide eyes meet mine. It seems a long time before calms I remove my hand from between her thighs bring it to my lips my tongue sneaking out to lick her release. Moaning I move around her, taking her in my arms once again and press my lips to hers. The plump curves fit to mine perfectly, it always felt so right. Reluctantly I break the kiss but only move back far enough to look into her dark, passion filled eyes. They drift shut, she whispers my name, almost in reverence and then so softly that I almost miss it she tells me she loves me before her lips are on mine. I’ve never told her, she has never asked as my mind shuts down at the sweetness of her kiss I whisper in my mind I love you too.
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