by midnitefire

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Copyright © 2006 by midnitefire. All Rights Reserved.

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I see your eyes, dark and mesmerizing, staring into mine from thousands of miles away. I smell the perfume in your long, dark hair, and I lose my breath. Your smile, it grabs my heart and draws me in … I can’t resist you yet I’ve no idea who you are.

I close my eyes to bring you to life. In my mind, I know you and we are one. In my mind, we live a life together. And in my mind, I love you. But when I open my eyes, you disappear. We are once again perfect strangers, with no past, no present, and no future. Once more I am alone, without a hope of ever knowing you.

An eternity later, I am finally, blessedly claimed by sleep, yet when I dream, my dreams are of you. I cannot escape you, even in my slumber. So my mind takes advantage of my sleep, and gives your image a voice, warmth, a scent, a presence … until you are no longer a dream, but alive and breathing, and here beside me.

I reach out and touch your face, so soft against the palm of my hand. I feel the warmth of your skin as you press your cheek into me. Your hands come up to take hold of mine, moving it down until my fingertips gently touch your lips. I can feel your breath on them as you exhale, then kiss them. So lightly I think I must have imagined it.

But it’s real, you’re real. I slowly pull my hand away from your mouth, to touch your hair. So soft, so dark. My fingers slide into it, relishing the silky feel as it spills through and over my fingers, finally swallowing my hand. I look into your face, into your eyes … they are dark, and deep, and I am drowning in them. I feel myself being pulled towards you, like a moth to a flame. The closer I get, the more I can feel the heat from your body. And then, my lips are touching yours, and we are kissing.

First such soft, gentle kisses, our lips barely brushing. Then gradually, the kiss grows, until I feel your mouth moving against mine, opening slightly. The tip of my tongue touches your lips, tracing them, first the bottom then the top. I can feel your mouth open further beneath my kiss, feel your tongue touching mine. I reach my other hand up into your hair, pulling your face more firmly against mine. We are lost in each other, in this kiss. The air you exhale is the air I breathe.

Your arms are wrapped around my neck, holding on to me. I pull my hands from your hair, slowly moving them down until they rest momentarily on your shoulders. They continue their journey, down the sides of your body, fingers splayed wide to touch every possible inch of your skin, finally coming to a stop at the hem of your shirt.

My fingers begin running along the edges of the hem, slipping under to touch your skin, which feels as if it’s on fire. My hands are now eager to begin their travel back up your body, only this time they are not alone, as they pull your shirt up with them. My fingers touch your skin as they climb, caressing you and tracing circles along the way.

Our kiss breaks briefly as I pull the shirt over your head; immediately, our mouths return to each other, fiercely reclaiming their interrupted kiss. Then I am laying you down onto the bed, moving my body so it rests on you, my leg between yours. Your arms have again found their way around my neck.

I pull my mouth from yours, and look down into your eyes. Dark, wild, filled with heat and passion; they blind me with their desire. I lower my head and places soft kisses on your face, you eyes, your cheeks, your forehead and nose. My mouth keeps moving, and soon my tongue slides out to trace your jaw line. Moving up to your ear, where I lick and tease until your hips begin to slowly move under mine and your breathing becomes ragged.

I continue to tease you, running my tongue and lips up and down both sides of your neck, licking, sucking, and gently biting. You’ve started to move more urgently under me, and I press my thigh firmly down into you, trying to ease some of the ache that is beginning to consume you. Your breathing is labored now, and I can hear you whispering my name.

I move my mouth down your neck, continuing to kiss and lick as I go … across your collarbones, to your shoulders, then back again … I shift my weight to the left so I can free my right hand and touch you. So very softly, lightly, starting at your waist and moving up your torso. Your skin has set my hand on fire, and it burns with every inch it touches … finally reaching your breast, where it comes to rest.

I can feel your heart pounding wildly beneath my hand, the pulse in your neck throbbing under my mouth and tongue … I ache to touch more of you. My hand slides up to claim its treasure, possessively covering your breast, gently caressing the flesh beneath. I feel your nipple beneath my hand as I slide it over and around your breast, back and forth, over and over … I cannot stand it any longer, and my mouth moves down your neck to join my hand.

Then I am kissing your breast, softly licking and teasing it with my tongue. Your hands have moved from around my neck and settled in my hair, pulling my face into your breast, holding me there. I do not refuse, and I move my mouth to cover you nipple, drawing it in, consuming it with the fire inside. My tongue begins to lick, my teeth gently bite … my mouth is pulling and sucking.

I finally release you, only to change breasts and repeat this same ritual all over again. Your hips are alive now, writhing under me … I slide my hand down your torso to your thigh, wrapping around it and pulling your leg up over my hip. My hand is cupping your ass now, and I am pushing myself into you, almost roughly, fueling the flames that are raging deep inside of you.

My head is spinning wildly, the fire is also beginning to consume me. I need to move quickly before I am completely gone. My mouth leaves your breasts, moving lower still, kissing your stomach. I feel the muscles tense under my mouth, see the goose bumps on your skin … I am kissing your navel, nuzzling my face into the tender flesh of your abdomen … your hands hold me close, guiding me …

I quickly rise up from you, the cool night air rushing in to temporarily soothe our burning skin. Placing my hands on your hips, I slide my fingers into the waistband of your panties and begin to pull them down. Over your hips first, then thighs, then your calves … my fingertips caress your skin along their journey. Then you are completely naked, bare, wearing only the heat we have created.

I lean down and kiss you, softly at first. Then deeper … I want to be inside of you so badly. I want to climb inside your skin, inside your soul. My mouth leaves yours, this time moving down your body with deliberate precision.

I reach your abdomen and settle myself between your thighs. Wrapping my arms around your hips, I begin kissing you … your hips, your thighs, the junction of softest skin where they meet. You are holding onto me again, trying to pull my mouth to you, but I resist. I want the fire to become an inferno, so hot that our bodies melt and become one.

I am trying so hard to keep my control, to focus solely on you, on loving you. I have reached my breaking point … I want my mouth on you so badly. I need to taste you, now.

My hands tighten their grip on your hips and I lower my mouth until my tongue is touching you, covering you. Slowly caressing, teasing, delving deeper into you. You are so hot and wet, like molten lava, and my mouth is on fire with you. Your legs move over my shoulders as my mouth continues its work. I can feel the tension building in you, your hands tighten in my hair, your hips are moving in time with my mouth … the heat is building, so close to erupting and spilling over.

And then you are there, exploding, and I feel you pulsing under my mouth, hear you saying my name … your legs are tight around me and my hands hold tight to your hips as they thrash under me. My mouth and tongue fight to maintain their position on you, inside of you.

Slowly, you begin to relax, and the fire is now not so hot, not so intense. I pull your legs off my shoulders, and kiss the very center of you, not wanting to leave so soon. I climb my way back up your body, now glistening with a faint sheen of sweat. You are so incredibly beautiful, and I love you.

You reach your hands up to me, holding my face between them. Pulling me to you for a kiss that says no words but speaks volumes. I lie down beside you and bury my face in your neck, loving the feel of your arms around me, your warm body so close to mine. My heart is complete, my soul is at peace. I close my eyes and sleep.

It is morning now … the sun slowly makes its way in through my windows, to cruelly take you away from me. And you are gone, or where you ever even there? My heart breaks all over again, and I am numb with the pain. I’ve become a prisoner to an unknown jailor. And for all that I know and love you in the night, we are strangers once again in the day.

The End

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