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Surrender (in 2 parts, part 1) |
| Written by Tessa | |
| Monday, 14 January 2008 | |
His fingers traced the outline of her hips as she lay next to him on the soft sheets; her skin glowing in the flicker of the candle light. He was tired, the best kind of tired. She had loved him with all of her body; her loving drained him of tension and put him at ease. From her hips, his fingers flirted with the small of her back and followed her spine to her shoulders. She shuttered as his slightly calloused hands massaged her flesh. "If you keep that up, I will have to finish what you start," she breathed heavily with a smile. Her smile mesmerized him, picturing her smile made him smile regardless of what he was feeling. "You haven't got the energy to follow through," he teased her. "Try me; I have reserve energy for following through." As he kneaded her shoulders, he kissed her softly on the nape of her neck. She sighed. He kissed her again and again. Her sighs gave way to low moans. "Are you sure you want to start this?" she teased. "Start what?" His strong hands plied her silky skin, she moaned with delight and rolled over so she was facing him, took his face in her hands and kissed him deeply. In an instant she was straddling him, her full legs enveloping his hips. She leaned her frame over his to kiss him, her supple breasts dangling above his chest. His hands reached up to feel for her, but before he made contact she pulled his hands up over his head and pinned them to the bed with her hand. "No, you started it, I must finish it," she said with an evil grin. "But!" She didn't give him enough time to form the rest of his objection. Her tongue was plunging deep within his mouth seemingly searching for treasure. Her free hand wanders his body, sending chills throughout. She slides her body down his, the warmth between her legs searing his skin. She savored his body, his flavor. Her tongue washed him. Her lips planted kisses on his strong skin. Her delicate fingers skimmed his flesh. He adores her passionately. His heart skips rope when he's around her. It's not the intimacy he craves from her it's her affection, her gentle touch. It's the way she looks at him with her deep chocolate eyes that makes him melt. It's the way she uses all of her body to reveal her feelings. A kiss is never just a kiss; it is a full confession of what lies in her heart. A hug is an expression of the comfort she finds when she is with him and her need to feel secure in his arms. She completely surrendered to him every time they were intimate, she gave herself to him. Copyright 2008 Tessa |
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