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Possession
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Possession The heat of her skin warmed his fingertip as he moved it down her spine. The skin was smooth and soft with small imperfections that only added to its beauty and allure for him. She was only half covered in the sheet with her back exposed down to the upward rise of her bottom. The dim glow from the bedside lamp shed enough light to keep her in warm shadow, but his memory and the touch of her skin filled in what he could not see. Her head was turned away from him, leaving the broad, dark braid to curve down her shoulder. He breathed in the aroma of her hair and smiled as continued to skate his finger over her skin in random patterns. Not wanting to wake her, he pulled his finger away when she began to move. She unconsciously shifted to rest on her side. He held his hand still on the sheet in front of him until the rise and fall of her breathing slowed its rhythm. The back of her shoulder was now in the lamplight adding to the golden hue and the braid further descended into the shadow between them. The palm of his hand hovered along the arc of her side collecting the heat and electric tension rising just a few millimeters above the skin. At times like this, his mind still raced to reconcile that what his hand felt was her and not the fantasy he had had of her. Resting his hand on the exposed portion of her hip, he gripped gently as he slid his hip towards her. His erection came to rest between the hills of her ass still hidden below the sheet. The shallow breathing continued uninterrupted while he did so. He knew the accumulated body heat from the contact of their bare skin would make her unconsciously adjust. So, he refrained from resting his chest on her back. For several moments, he enjoyed the feel of her. His hand moving slightly to the side of her ass cheek. The curve wonderfully filled his palm with the soft cushion of her bottom while his cock nestled satisfyingly. His arousal did not fill him with the shame he had expected at the thought of taking her while she slept. Instead, it fueled his desire and fed him purpose. The fact that she was willing to accept him in whatever capacity he chose was never in doubt. It was her gift to him. And, it inspired the purest sense of devotion in him and was the thread of their trust. He knew she could cut that thread at any time but had no fear she would. The confidence guiding his fingers to wrap around the curve of her ass to feel the warm cum he knew would still be there. Their last love-making had been some hours ago, but the mutual exhaustion had kept them from leaving the bed. He took advantage of this fact as he carefully worked the remnants over her labia and along the inner curve of her ass. Freezing occasionally when he felt her breath catch, he set an internal countdown before her breathing resumed its sleeping rhythm. At zero, the diligent work continuing with the throb in his cock providing encouragement. Moving slower than before, he eased his hip down, freeing his erection from its delightful cradle. The cum emanating from the swollen tip of his cock adding to the lubrication helping it to glide along between the cheeks of her ass. The forward pressure coming from his hips and a helpful nudge from one of his fingers pushed the tip into the warmth of her already drenched vagina. Moving fractions of an inch at a time, he slowly worked himself in and out of her. The promise of drowning himself in the blissful heat the reward of his measured pace. He did not want to wake her just yet, but that desire was being consumed an eighth of an inch with each careful thrust. She was stirring, nearly moaning, by the time he felt himself completely submerged in her sex. The feeling of being consumed made him hold himself there a moment to revel in the sensation. Pulling himself nearly out, he dove back in gently. The desire to keep her asleep tamping down his ferocity. Curiosity dancing into his mind with each slow thrust as he wondered how the feeling of him inside her would be altering any dream she might be having. The thought brought a smile that curved the corners of his mouth as he put his arm around her to hold her in place as he quickened his pace. The feeling of her hand wrap over his was the first indication she had awakened, quickly followed by her expelling a low moan. He could feel her squeeze tightly around him, the tension of her body mirroring the sensation around his cock. She was bouncing into him now that the need for stealth was no longer keeping his passion in check. Small, demure squeaks issued from her each time he thrust in to set the pace of her breaths. The braid of her hair shaking in time. Watching her tremble each time his cock found its way home evaporated all sense language in his mind. He was enthralled in the art of her pleasure, the experience needing nothing more than to simply be. Feeling the rising eruption, his hand shifted to grip her hip tightly. Reality exploded when he heard and felt her shudder. Thrusting hard, each pulse building and arcing from his cock through the rest of his body. He growled low in his throat, clenching her to him. Holding her there for long moments each spike of pleasure coursing through him subsiding gradually. She was melting into him as she half-turned to face him. Her dark eyes locking on his, sharing in the passion playing across his face. He found nothing more beautiful than the look she was giving him as he leaned over to kiss what was his. |
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Beautifully descriptive, wonderfully expressed. Always a lovely thing when the reader can escape into the story . . . ~myst~ “As with the butterfly, adversity is necessary to build character in people.” ~ JB Wirthlin 
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