Apr 2018
There is a girl, a lady in truth.
She's quiet, cute and beautiful in the wildest way.
But she is asleep, wearing a white night gown with white above knee socks, the gown semi transparent with its leaves and flower patterns.
She is half hidden by white sheets.
There is a guy, a man in truth. He's tall, and dashing with quite the mischievous twinkle to him.
He is awake staring out of the window at the light rain in this dark clouded morning, he's wearing are a pair of white CK underwear and above ankle socks.
He stands with one of his hands on the window, another holding a glass of whiskey.
He can hear her slow breath, the sound of her moving beneath the covers, the sound of her skin as she slides over the silk sheets.
He can feel desire rising, he's heart beat increases as he stops looking outward and focuses on the reflection of her in the window, her left leg exposed, her gown holding on to her curves in the most sensual manner.
He should be tired, well he is, they've had a long overdue encounter.
It started the moment they met again in that quite care next to the bookstore, with autumn colours dancing about.
From the bathroom in the café, to a hidden corner in the bookstore, in the back of the car, to the kitchen in the loft, to this room of white furniture, dropped on a floor of timber. Surrounded by exposed brick walls and the view of a city across side.
He moves back to bed leaving his whiskey unfinished.
It begins with a slow caress of her cheeks with the back of his hand, a resting on her hips.
Her eyes flicker open and she smiles. "Morning" she says. "Morning" he says.
She glances to the view.
"It's raining" she says.
"Yes" he answers simply. "it's been raining awhile"
He stares in her eyes for a moment, and seems to drink her in with his, not the stare of a lover glazed over, an intense stare, a hungry stare, he stares deep into her, he sees her wholly and strips her bare. There is desire in those eyes.
He bends over her and kisses her neck, while sitting right next to her, he stays there, 4 heartbeats, her heartbeat quickens. He can feel it through her skin.
She rolls onto her back. He moves to lay in between her legs spreading them apart with his knees, and slowly lowers himself on top of her.
Her ******* have pushed her down above her curves exposing a shaven ****.
Their lips touch, slowly at first. Quickly they fall into it, his left hand on her right thigh, his other hand entangled with hers above them resting amongst the pillows.
Their breathing deepens, few chances are given to catch a breath, their lips are locked with their tongues singing a symphony between them.
She grasps his underwear, gripping it just under the small of his back, exposing his rear in part. Her other hand is spread across his well muscled upper back, her blue nails biting down, causing five small dimples.
"More" she whispers. "Give me more" she says with urgency.
He strips of her night gown, her, his briefs.
And pulls her socks of while kissing her inner thighs. He pulls off his own, and again lays on top of her.
Again their lips lock, a heartbeat only. As they lay atop another with the slightest pause, a gazing in each others eyes as he slowly slides his **** in.
She's tight but wet, and he edges deeper in, his member questing deep within.
She moans as they both close their eyes, ecstasy causing a slight tremor through them.
They catch a rhythm slow at first, but they are both eager. "Harder" she whispers. "**** me harder"
He answers with deeper thrusts, faster and harder. She moans softly into his ear, her nails digging into his back, her legs across his waist urging him on.
His hand is gripping her thigh with strength, his other against the back wall as he thrusts quickly enough for the echoes of the impact to lie within heartbeats.
She wants control, she flips him over, grasp's his one hand above his head, his other grasps a breast.
She's on him now, her hips moving forward to back, or in circles. He can feel the hunger in her, in the strength of her hips as she moves, in the nails on his well muscled chest as they dig into him.
They begin to sweat, pillows and covers finding their way to the floor, pushed aside in the mad dance.
He rolls her over, moves her hands onto the back wall with her on her knees in front of him.
He wastes not a moment, immediately thrusting into her from behind. His hands gripping her waist, thrusting deep into her.
She moans loudly, the sound of flesh meeting flesh mixed in with heavy breathing, echoes through the apartment.
"Yes!" She screams. She can hear his whispered panting. They both begin to slowly tense, her back arching backwards, his forwards as he pulls her towards his chest, his hands gripping her *******. Her hand finding the back of his neck as he thrusts into her still.
They approach the ****** fast, loudly calling each others names.
They tense, loud gasps escape their lips. They're coming, him into her, her ocean and running down both their thighs.
Held at that point for the space of a second maybe 3, they slump next to each other panting.
She's quiet, cute and beautiful in the wildest way.
But she is asleep, wearing a white night gown with white above knee socks, the gown semi transparent with its leaves and flower patterns.
She is half hidden by white sheets.
There is a guy, a man in truth. He's tall, and dashing with quite the mischievous twinkle to him.
He is awake staring out of the window at the light rain in this dark clouded morning, he's wearing are a pair of white CK underwear and above ankle socks.
He stands with one of his hands on the window, another holding a glass of whiskey.
He can hear her slow breath, the sound of her moving beneath the covers, the sound of her skin as she slides over the silk sheets.
He can feel desire rising, he's heart beat increases as he stops looking outward and focuses on the reflection of her in the window, her left leg exposed, her gown holding on to her curves in the most sensual manner.
He should be tired, well he is, they've had a long overdue encounter.
It started the moment they met again in that quite care next to the bookstore, with autumn colours dancing about.
From the bathroom in the café, to a hidden corner in the bookstore, in the back of the car, to the kitchen in the loft, to this room of white furniture, dropped on a floor of timber. Surrounded by exposed brick walls and the view of a city across side.
He moves back to bed leaving his whiskey unfinished.
It begins with a slow caress of her cheeks with the back of his hand, a resting on her hips.
Her eyes flicker open and she smiles. "Morning" she says. "Morning" he says.
She glances to the view.
"It's raining" she says.
"Yes" he answers simply. "it's been raining awhile"
He stares in her eyes for a moment, and seems to drink her in with his, not the stare of a lover glazed over, an intense stare, a hungry stare, he stares deep into her, he sees her wholly and strips her bare. There is desire in those eyes.
He bends over her and kisses her neck, while sitting right next to her, he stays there, 4 heartbeats, her heartbeat quickens. He can feel it through her skin.
She rolls onto her back. He moves to lay in between her legs spreading them apart with his knees, and slowly lowers himself on top of her.
Her ******* have pushed her down above her curves exposing a shaven ****.
Their lips touch, slowly at first. Quickly they fall into it, his left hand on her right thigh, his other hand entangled with hers above them resting amongst the pillows.
Their breathing deepens, few chances are given to catch a breath, their lips are locked with their tongues singing a symphony between them.
She grasps his underwear, gripping it just under the small of his back, exposing his rear in part. Her other hand is spread across his well muscled upper back, her blue nails biting down, causing five small dimples.
"More" she whispers. "Give me more" she says with urgency.
He strips of her night gown, her, his briefs.
And pulls her socks of while kissing her inner thighs. He pulls off his own, and again lays on top of her.
Again their lips lock, a heartbeat only. As they lay atop another with the slightest pause, a gazing in each others eyes as he slowly slides his **** in.
She's tight but wet, and he edges deeper in, his member questing deep within.
She moans as they both close their eyes, ecstasy causing a slight tremor through them.
They catch a rhythm slow at first, but they are both eager. "Harder" she whispers. "**** me harder"
He answers with deeper thrusts, faster and harder. She moans softly into his ear, her nails digging into his back, her legs across his waist urging him on.
His hand is gripping her thigh with strength, his other against the back wall as he thrusts quickly enough for the echoes of the impact to lie within heartbeats.
She wants control, she flips him over, grasp's his one hand above his head, his other grasps a breast.
She's on him now, her hips moving forward to back, or in circles. He can feel the hunger in her, in the strength of her hips as she moves, in the nails on his well muscled chest as they dig into him.
They begin to sweat, pillows and covers finding their way to the floor, pushed aside in the mad dance.
He rolls her over, moves her hands onto the back wall with her on her knees in front of him.
He wastes not a moment, immediately thrusting into her from behind. His hands gripping her waist, thrusting deep into her.
She moans loudly, the sound of flesh meeting flesh mixed in with heavy breathing, echoes through the apartment.
"Yes!" She screams. She can hear his whispered panting. They both begin to slowly tense, her back arching backwards, his forwards as he pulls her towards his chest, his hands gripping her *******. Her hand finding the back of his neck as he thrusts into her still.
They approach the ****** fast, loudly calling each others names.
They tense, loud gasps escape their lips. They're coming, him into her, her ocean and running down both their thighs.
Held at that point for the space of a second maybe 3, they slump next to each other panting.
