the sun had already been up for hours but they lay alone in the room, curtains drawn tight, feigning night hours well after 1 pm.
the excitement of the night before had clung to her in sleep & slipped into her subconscious in the sighs he sighed close to her ear as he slept. the scenes they'd shared replayed in sepia tones--her hands on his knees; his shoulders beneath her thighs; her forehead resting just below his navel. she entered that phase of sleep where the body remains paralyzed while the mind jumps to consciousness-
still sleeping, she felt her breath quicken...
still sleeping, she felt the space between her legs slicken..
and she thought she felt his fingers tiptoeing from the top of her knee upwards but before she could call it, she drifted away again, lost in the mental movie of she & her lover tangled in each other.
when next she woke, she found that her hips had reached consciousness before her and were rolling soft against his leg, pressed firmly b/t hers.
goodmorning. she looked over her shoulder & smiled at him.
'goodmorning..'
part 2 of last night's scene began with the kiss that followed. reaching back, she grabbed the upper portion of his thigh and squeezed softly, drawing him closer. feeling him harden against the soft flesh of her cheeks sent small bolts of lightning thru her abdomen and this was more than simply sexual.
he was so much more
than sex to her
& she strove to prove that to him each time she looked into his eyes when she took him into her mouth, each time she massaged his scalp as she pulled at his hair and dug her nails into his hips and told him she loved him even with clothes on cause she meant it
she meant
evrymovement she made
w/ him
each orgasm was a love letter
always returned to the sender
before she left him she tucked a handful of his girlish whimpers in the left cup of her bra. another handful she buried in her back right pocket & beneath his tongue she slipped a picture that she had burned into the back of her mind, the two of them sleeping naked in each other's arms, hiding from the sunlight of the approaching day.
she blew kisses at him as he watched her leave and tasted him on her fingertips.
even now the skin of her wrists becomes sensitive when she remembers his grip as he held her arms firm to the bed, and she can't look at her hands to pray without feeling his mouth pressed soft against the bend of her neck.
...
..and christians say u can't love & lust in the same breath.
ha.
