Consummation....I sat patiently, as I watched him come through the bedroom door. His long locks hanging wildly from being wet in the shower- the towel was having a hard time hiding his manly extremities. He tried so hard to cover up himself, yet I felt his invite to see more of him. I had been laying across the bed, breathing in the sweet aroma of french vanilla and myrrh scented candles- watching the flame flicker as their shadows danced on the walls to the sound of the soft music playing in the background. I want him... I can feel that that in every fiber of my being- every part of me longs to be called his.
I lift myself from the bed and reach for the dry towel from the rack by the master bathroom. I began wrapping it around him from the back- caressing him, as I gently kissed his damp shoulders. I can smell his skin, so fragrant and inviting to my senses. As I reached around for his chest, I can feel his breath shortening from my touch. Not a word-- spoken or received from either of us.
I move my hands up and down his abdomen memorizing his shape- his firm body; now relaxing and under my control. As I walk around to face him- making soft finger trails along his waistline. I can feel his smile even though it's not yet visible. I begin to kiss his half dried arm, slightly brushing my lips and nose across his tattoos- I'm addicted to his very existence. He turns, making sure I can see his gestures, giving me permission to explore his painted canvas. This is my chance to open up and be myself- no matter how kinky that may be.
I took his dreaded tresses back from over his face to make eye contact. We search through deep gazes, only to begin an even deeper passion-filled kiss. His lips are like an energy source, electrifying my body- sending sexual surges, increasing my appetite; gaining momentum as we both inhale and share the same pheromone filled atmosphere we've created. He pulls me in closer, as if trying to combine us into one- his grip being almost forceful, as he removes my robe.
Both hands have now been placed on my body- as the towel that once guarded his lower half, drops to the floor. He cups my breast and moans as I reach down for my future reward for being his "Good Girl." Tugging at my nipples, he feeds on me as if deprived of all nourishment, his whole entire life. I was his last meal before walking the 8 Mile.
My knees buckled, and he gently takes me in his arms, holding me as if I were weightless and fragile. His dreads hanging over me, teasing and touching me as his tongue dances in a circular motion. I grab his hair between my fingers and lift him towards my mouth for on more kiss. I have surrendered myself to him. His full lips moves to different zones of my body, while his grip is even tighten to prevent me from escaping his capture of my soul. Laying me down slowly, he moves my hips apart to press himself against me- testing my readiness to be united with him. Still, no words exchanged....
His shadow now dances with the candle light. His hair swaying as he slowly enters me... All worries fade-- time has stopped. We have united for the first time as husband and wife. The tears roll down my face- and he softly kisses them away-- assuring me that my cries will always be of pleasure and not pain-- unless we choose to pick up the pace for a night of rough sex. I know how rough he can get...
This night was different, almost like our first time- when we took time to just feel and energize each other. My first night with my future; first night with my soul mate; first night of the rest of my life;
My last night of wondering if it was meant to be....
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