After easing away from the warmth of your body I climb from the bed, stifling a soft moan at the soreness caused by last last nights pleasure. My eyes drift closed in an effort to stop myself from looking down at you in your sleep, but I can’t do it. I can’t walk away without one last look.
With a deep breath that fills my head with the scent of sex I peek at you, soft and gentle, cradled amidst the rumpled sheets, and feel the soreness drift away. My blood heats and my bones melt under the memory of you, above me, in me, filling me up in a way you’ve never done before. My sex throbs and my juices start to flow in anticapation.
I lift my foot to step away, only to find myself moving closer. I close my eyes once again, shutting out the vision of you in my bed, and turn. It’s only for a few hours, our seperation, but it hurts. The only thing that makes me strong enough to walk away, is the fact that I know when I return, you will no longer be soft… or gentle. You will be hungry for me, and I will be willing to do anything to appease that hunger, for feeding you is what pleases me.
*sigh* Why does he have to be limp?
Never mind, I’ll go get a feather. 😈
I’m trying to read what you wrote. I really am. But I keep getting, well, distracted. Hm. Wonder why? :angel:
Oh my lawd but he is scrumptuous! :jump: And that passage fits the photo perfectly. Excuse me while I go wipe the drool from my chin.
Very sensual excerpt! 😉 :great:
Is it from Watch Me, or the new WiP?
Not from either really. Just a little ditty inspired by the picture. :inlove:
😯 uh… wow. (clears throat) Wow. I mean WOWZA!!
Can I borrow him for a bit….?
Oh my … stay away for a few days and what a welcome back gift – a truely wonderful yummy. 😯