Below is a story fragment that I wrote for someone a ways back. It's perfectly on topic, so I thought I'd share it here. Enjoy! ©2006 to Myriad Worlds Incorporated.
His lips gently came down upon her own. Gently pressing, slowly the kiss grew deeper and her mouth was enveloped in his. Soft exchange of breath. Tongues barely touching, hesitantly exploring each other. Just as she was loosing herself into the kiss, into the warmth, the fullness of it, his free hand found it's way under her loose shirt, and spider-like nested into her exposed underarm. Gently fingertips moved in small circles. Insistent, persistent. It provoked her to giggle, but the kiss... It held the laughter in. His eyes smiled into her own surprised ones. He kissed a touch harder.
Wrists caught above her head in his strong one handed grasp, body comfortable, but pinned, under his weight, legs tangled with his, there was little she could do but continue to kiss, to look into his eyes, to try and not gasp into his mouth. The tickle was slow, lazy, and not overly horrid, but it was insistent. Slowly it began to force her to try and escape it's maddening effect by wiggling her body away as best she could. All that accomplished was to rub deliciously against that weight that trapped her. It felt good. She growled quietly in the back of her throat in response.
Smiling, he slowly broke off the kiss, allowing her to arch up and stretch her head up as best she could to maintain it as he moved his own head back slowly. His hand never breaking its rhythm. He laughed gently at her gasp of frustration, then dipped his head quickly and caught the side of her neck with his teeth, and began to work his way down toward her shoulder, nibbling lightly. The gasp this produced was much different in tone from the frustrated one that she made seconds before. Gentle featherlike kisses that moved toward her ear which he caught in his mouth and began to explore with small breaths and a cleaver tongue produces yet more new sounds. Her breathing became deeper. Her occasional giggles punctuated with other deeper gasps. She swore quietly once between breaths.
Pleased with his progress, he pulled his head back again, so he could watch her face once more. She'd closed her eyes tightly during his last explorations, loosing herself a bit in them. Her hair was pleasingly tousled, and a flush was spreading across her light skin. He let his thumb begin to trace the upper boundary of the bra that circled that side of her body. Occasionally allowing the finger to trace it's way up along the upper edge of the cup, as far as the thinner straps heading off over her shoulder.
He'd also managed to place the sole of one of his feet in a nice position where it could be gently slid up and down the inside of one of her calves, and as far up as her thigh. He matched that motion to the small circles of his digits, and the stroking of his thumb.
It was pleasant to Cause. To drink in the results of his actions. The hissing breaths of surprise. The smooth, slight, metronome of her bodies struggle under his. The tense excitement her could feel building in her. He loved the slight glistening flush of perspiration breaking out on her neck. It's salty flavor. So much from so little. He smiled down again and gently kissed her forehead and quietly whispered "Thank you".
Sentiment enjoyed, moment savored, he moved his mind on to the next exploration of what was offered to him. He had plans. Many many plans. The night stretched ahead.
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