Sigh. I feel like the rays of morning light dancing on the skin of my bare back. A disaster of black sheets around me, without covering it completely. I feel suddenly a couple of fingers rather cold traveling across my spine to the base and back up again, making the whole skin put on alert, while making memories of last night flooded my mind. Broken sighs. The taste of her sweat. My name, over and over and over again. My essence on your lips.
It is as if you were hungry again, as if he had been in captivity all this time that I had and suddenly, there he was, smiling and going through my outline with the tips of his fingers andinsatiable gaze. Slowly I get up and shorten the walking distance between us and it hurt. And from my forehead against his, his breath full of caffeine and hormones covered my face, the sweetest way, and at that time I was insatiable.
With the lightest of touches took my hair on one side of my neck and put his big hand behind, approaching him. With a force that seemed he brought his lips to the base of my jaw and disarmed me. A dance impossible saliva and bites. Marked with each touch I was doing. He said without words that I belonged &; Iacute; a. And I wanted to scream "I'm yours" but the words were so insignificant. The sounds coming out of my mouth did not seem to mine, was another part of my wanting to prove. His hands were
despuésa the sides of my hips, pressing so hard that he knew would mark tomorrow. But it did not hurt, I wanted more. I wanted to be wax falling on him, unconscious and leaking. No clothing removed and feel what I feel is always with him, so I never get tired. Is the need to consume, and dissolve in the hot air surrounding the city in those days. CHTM
LXC And we are free. And no ties or responsibilities at that time. Only wanting to be even closer, deeper. And only hear gibberish, sunk by the intensity of the moment. Severe low grunts and groans. And I finally understood what it felt fully in all respects. I saw him, sweat glistening on his forehead, and at that moment I understood. It was my signal to start and my goal. And I looked like a fallen angel at her feet, and made me feel beautiful, I did think it was beautiful and when our lips met and all of us cried, we saw stars.All movements stopped. The jalar and pushing, nails scratching the skin. We held only with the eyes, because our arms and legs did not have the same force. The frantic rubbing became a touch as light as a feather through my thighs and shoulders. And kiss everything in my power, his cheeks, nose, forehead, eyelids and lips, with which both fantasize. Just laughs
very low, and thanks me again and again, his hands tangled in my hair wet, and burying his face in the space between my shoulder and my neck, inhaling. I feel that smile glued to my skin. And I do not understand. Why thank me if I was the one whoI won? I won a friend, I gained a companion and a lover ...
Mmmm ... I guess we both win.
xoxo,
B *
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