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By Gala Submitted by Galadrial Date: 2001 Jul 18 Comment on this Work [[2001.07.18.15.25.32458]] |
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First night, so enwrapt in the way our words seemed to ebb and flow that I did not feel foolish when you whispered "Dance with me?" Went easy into those arms my hair suddenly swept up Grace Kelly perfect, and somewhere you found the midnight blue spangle gown that would have done Bob Mackie proud. You look beautiful, you said as one hand touched my bare back--- just that. The warm imprint of fingers against skin and we were intimate in a heart beat. I could not meet your eye--- you had not even caressed me. Just a touch, and that fast I wanted to feel my lips under yours. The pressure of your touch insistent, gentle but brooking no argument. until we were so close that it was impossible not to kiss. You took my mouth softly--- one swirl of tongue and I spun breathing became effort and you seized one lip, bit down and sucked my soul between your teeth. It almost hurt--- and I pulled back tried to laugh off the sudden longing the instant high sear, tried to deny the honey pulse inside shaking achy thighs. Are you trying to seduce me? I asked lightly--- face saved on all sides if I was wrong. Am I succeeding? You asked, staring in my eyes and using the other hand to pull me flush against your body. Throbbing. Oh God, I felt you and the last gate melted away. You said later that you were terrified and yet the hands that made their way to my hair, pulling loose the pins hungry fingers buried in chestnut strands wrapping them as if my hair was something you never wanted to be free of. You pulled me closer, breathed in my scent, then spun me for another kiss, the question offered softly by your tongue but demanding an answer. And how it was that the gown puddled to my feet, and your lips blazed my neck, my throat, and made the hollow between my breasts the perfect place for your tongue to rasp I will never know. I only know that when my thighs parted, you were there, leaning me back parting me like lush velvet petals and when your fingers touched the glistening you moaned and the hunger of that sound near pushed me into bliss. You heard my whimper, felt me arch, and knew how ready I was--- but you did not take me. Instead, you touched one finger to something white hot, and when I threw back my head to shriek bent foward and kissed me your tongue against my apex greedy insistent. I was beyond speaking, shaking and you stopped long enough to tell me to look in your eyes, then bent again, locking my gaze as the world slid away. And when I quaked hard, you waited for the last sweet clench, and then rose and came into my body with such tenderness and consummate ease that I felt not invasion- but completion. And I felt it inside you--- felt the longing, the need the quaking hunger as it built and grew and climbed until the only recourse was to spill into my soul--- and carry you with it with the strains of a tango still ringing in my ears. |