Those lips, they arch so gracefully. Dreamy, dreamy look on her beatifully linen face. Two hands running around on her smooth skin. Lips colliding. Time is over. Life’s over. All I want is…
She sighs, gosh, she’s beautiful. She leans closer, lips gently touching my ear, then she whipers ever so softly. She wants to know if I was thinking about her. Thinking dirty stuff. I lie.
- No… I only had playful thoughts on my mind. Just kissing. Just kissing, okay?
She knows I’m lying. Smirks into my hair, touches my breasts. I try to slide my hands under her shirt but damn, it’s already gone. Yet again, I was impatient.
- You’re so… – the last word of the sentance runs through my body as an electric shock. I cling to her and moan and hell, i don’t even know what I’m doing anymore. She drives me nuts, totally deprives me of the last shards of my sanity. Gosh, if we’d just go crazy…
But we don’t. It’s not what I thought it’d be like. It’s all slow, gentle and passionate, and I’m so frickin’ lost inside the constant caress of her small, fragile hands. She lies next to me, her eyes glowing with an innocent bliss. She’s so pure… Down below the mess, the hurt, the confusion and the trauma she’d recieved, she’s the purest thing I’ve seen in my whole life.
Before I know it, I’m all over her, taming the short, fragile girl nested inside my bed. I’m losing it. This time, I’m really losing it. She doesn’t seem to mind, though. Soft moans escape her lips, then soft turns raspy and moans turn into erratic groans. Hell, she’s sexy.
And then she gasps, body tensing, then going limp, and the next thing I know is that our hands are going over one another’s body, pulling the other into a gentle embrace. No words needed, no words spoken. Peace spreads her soft blanket over us as we slowly drift towards the shores of the land of dreams.
God give our soul salvation.
JBV
