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Mature theme but nothing graphic.
Written at the same time and in the same style as ‘Sleep’; I apologize for the similarities. I had originally intended to write only one story but the endings diverged and I could not merge them back into one satisfactory ending.
The song played softly in the background, one she knew well and liked but at the moment, the lyrics escaped her. She could not concentrate on the music; her mind was distracted by the sensations running through her body. She felt the tingle of his breath on her neck, causing an involuntary chill to shake her slightly. He moved her hair away with a simple brush of his hand and touched his lips to her flesh. Gentle and moist, softly and slowly, he continued kissing her neck, her shoulder, her cheek. His arms traced the form of her body and upon reaching her hips, pulled her closer to him. He was behind her. She felt the strength of his body as it pressed against hers. The kisses continued as they began to sway slightly in rhythm to the music; that faint sound that lightly filled the air, barely audible and out of sync with the pounding of her heart, but present and effortlessly fulfilling its role.
Her mind drifted once again back to the music; its familiar melody teasing her memory yet haunting her emotions. She knew this song, but his touch and his scent kept its title at bay. This unwelcome diversion from the pleasures at hand annoyed her. It seems sometimes, she thought, “My mind has a mind of its own.” And as her mind drifted, she unknowingly relaxed her body and was unaware how deeply she sank into his grasp; the weight of her body was almost entirely supported against his. Within his masculine arms, she was safe. There was no place else she wished to be. “If only that damn song would end,” she thought, “I should be paying attention to the touch of his lips; to these gentle kisses”. She felt his head turn toward her, away from her cheek, and turned hers to meet his lips.
This first kiss on her mouth, deep and passionate and yet somehow, still soft, still gentle overwhelmed her thoughts. This was what she wanted; there was no radio, no song she could hear. All she could think of was him, of how he tasted, of how strong his hands felt as he embraced her, of the hardness of his body and how its hidden strength would soon engulf hers. She knew she was powerless against him but she wasn’t concerned. He was strong but more so he was gentle. She knew their lovemaking would be intense yet delicate. And at this point she finally admitted to herself that yes, she would yield to his desires and also to her own. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. She reached to his waist and tugged at his jeans but as she did so, he moved her hand away with his and spoke. “Wait,” he said. And that was the only word he’d spoken. As she relaxed her grip, he kissed her again and effortlessly undid the first button of her blouse, and then the second, and as each came undone, he placed a kiss to mark its position on her formerly hidden skin. He continued slowly, teasing her with his patience. “Take me you fool” she thought briefly then reconsidered otherwise. She wanted it just like this; slow, and with each button abandoning its defense against the approach of his fingers and the kiss that was to follow; she drifted again.
She barely noticed the silk of her blouse as it faintly brushed her skin on its way to the floor, nor the ease at which he slipped her out of her bra; the new black one she bought just for tonight. He kissed her breasts; the soft whiskers of his face tickling her sensitive skin. She was caught unaware as in the same moment his rose to stand upright, he had slipped his arms under her and lifted her off her feet. In a moment, she was placed on the bed and could only see a silhouette of his body leaning over hers. He kissed her on the mouth, again, deeply and passionately, but he did not move on top of her. No, that was not his style, she thought. He will proceed slowly, allowing the anticipation to mount, and only when he has taken me through multiple plateaus of pleasure and only when he is ready, will he take me, fully and completely. And as she thought these thoughts, she felt the first button of her jeans come undone, followed by a soft, gentle kiss. The radio played on, filling the room and the night air with its melodies and rhythms, unnoticed.
She lay cuddled closely next to him, his arms holding her securely and softly caressing her skin. The scent of their lovemaking, the sweat of their bodies, mingled with the freshness of the crisp autumn air. What remained of the night would be given over to sleep; a sleep deep and peaceful and dreamless for there was no need to dream any longer, at least for tonight. Let them come again another time, but tonight was a dream come true. Her subconscious could not improve upon its ending. As she lay there drifting away, satisfied and secure, she heard the barely audible music once again. Now she listens. The melody is again familiar and she recalls its theme and a few of the words. A song of a long ago love, lost through the twisting passageways of time, and a hope for one last chance… and she sleeps, knowing already how the song will end.