She follows, surrenders... |
With a bit of obfuscation, he hides the key and beckons, a knobbly finger crooking me into the bosom of his sanctuary. Smoke snakes its spice into my nose, incense burning, cloying in its embrace, but I ooze my way into the room. My limbs writhe, titillated, into the marble masterpiece, throbbing with intoxicating desire. I yearn for this man, for his tantalizing tongue, his breath hot along my neck, and fingers dancing along my spine. But I cannot find him, he has disappeared among the shadows, hidden, leaving me to panting insistence. In desperation, I run my hands over my breasts, my thighs, my lips, hoping to entice him into stepping into the amber light of the candles. Slinking my way toward release, I slide silk along my limbs, feeling smoke undulate about my naked skin. Without warning, he is there, primal hunger attendant, lips feathering and nails tearing. Frenetic, we embrace, we couple, grasping, clutching, frantic for release. In less than a breath, he is within me, pounding, thrusting, stretching us into ecstatic oblivion. A burning consumes me and I am lost into fathoms of explosive release, refusing ever to be parted from it again. |