Leaving Part 1

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  1. SpoiledPrincess

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    She removed her dress, the night air played cool on her warm damp skin. Making sure the bedroom was tidy she turned off the overhead light, turned on a lamp in the corner that cast a dim warm luminescence over the room. Opening the French windows to let in the warm fragranced night air she was satisfied that everything was ready.

    Going to her bed she relaxed against the pillows, one leg drawn up slightly her hands open and at her side. He would come, she knew he would, as he had for the past three nights and patiently she waited allowing her mind to revisit the time she had spent locked in his arms. The minutes ticked by while she basked in her thoughts. Then her heart lifted inside her as she heard a footstep land lightly on the paved area outside the windows. Pushing the ivory gauze to one side he stepped into the room.

    Ivory and gold. Long lean length. The face sadly, gravely beautiful despite the smile that he wore. His eyes deep blue, like the shadows that settled over a mountain at sunset, like the darkest blue violets. Face a sculpted perfection of planes and fullness. His lips thin yet shapely, curved into an irresistible arch. Deep brazen curls licked at the nape of his neck, fell carelessly over his forehead. His velvet golden skin lay lightly over his long straight bones, his body muscular perfection, a towering ideal. The tightly clenched muscles of his belly covered in light aureate fuzz, the centre lightly lined as the hair gathered to point downwards to his cock. The centre of his being, the thrusting monolith that she knew would fill her soon, the arrow of his desire. Thick, pale, pristine, inhumanly large and fascinating, the head rosy pink pierced by the tiny mouth that would deliver his juices deep into her yearning body.

    He took a step nearer and she closed her eyes, her senses flooded with the vision of him. Waiting breathlessly she smelled him as he approached her, he smelled like morning, like sun on grass, like the wide rolling sea, his aroma seemed to change constantly to something newly pleasing to her starved soul.

    ‘My love,’ his words bathed her in a warm liquid want. She felt his weight settle on the edge of the bed, felt him move nearer. Gently he took one of her wrists in his large hand, then the other, easily encompassing them both in his soft warm grip. His willing prisoner she let him move her hands so they were trapped above her head keeping her still under him.

    ‘My angel,’ she whispered the words into his mouth as he possessed her. Lips moving warmly and sweetly against hers, mouth open, softly taking her bottom lip between his teeth, chewing it gently in a way that made her hunger for his fierceness. The whole length of her body was alive to him, aware of him, the warm touch of his skin against hers, his cock damp against her hip. His mouth explored her face, opened softly to kiss the shaded hollows of her eyes, the pulse at her temple, the angle of her jaw, then again he covered her mouth with his. Deeper, more demanding his kiss grew, his tongue exploring the red recesses of her mouth, spit mixing with spit, tongue against hers. She sighed, pressed upwards to meet him.

    Her face was wet with his tears as he drew back; her brow knotted and scorching tears stung her own eyes as she saw his pain, his anguish. He released her hands as she reached to stroke his face, unable to bear the agony she saw there. Her hand moved over his face touching the flawless skin, his lips wetly finding her palm, tongue lapping at it, he took her hand in his and held it to his mouth, his lips hard and soft on her wrist as he traced the line of the old scars he found there.

    ‘No my beloved, do not cry,’ he urged. Unable to fail her he forced his hurt away. The pain in his eyes eased. His hand moved over her ribs, over the curve of her waist on to her ripe hip then back up to fall lightly on her breast, it filled his hand and his fingers played with her, softly touching the heavy curve of her breast where gravity called to it, moving up over the pale globe settling on to the rose peak, pinching delicately, plucking at her nipple, it came to full hardness and he moved to take it in his mouth. The feeling sent cold shivers of delight shooting through her. Tangling her fingers in his hair she lay under his desire. Sucking her nipple into his hot needy mouth she felt him against her and wanted him moving inside her. Savouring the taste of her flesh his mouth moved down her body, over the gentle rise of her belly, biting her hip making her buck under him, then further down. She felt his hands push her thighs apart as he knelt between her legs and willingly she allowed them to open, wanting him to see her, needing him to see her.
     
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    Damn!

    A very familiar scene to me!
    Creepy.

    But very well written.
     
  3. Lordpendragon

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    Fantastic.
     
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