05-25-2010, 05:14 AM
WC: 715.
Great post
I loved it - was a challenge to reply to. Hope this was okay for you!
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His olive eyes locked upon hers once more, that momentary silence where her heartbeat was more powerful than the ocean’s roar sending a chill down her spine. Her streamlined muscles rippled under her obsidian fur, a smile sprawling over her lips. She wanted to speak, wanted to break the fragility in the air, but the words caught themselves in her throat, smashed by the hammer of his tongue – his answers hitting her like bricks in the skull, making her dizzy, and her stomach turn. “Yes?” she whispered, sharp breaths causing distortion in her voice, his lips connecting with hers for a light kiss. She continued to smile. “Yes? ... I don’t know what to say,” she was truly speechless. She had never considered herself a one-man wolf, let alone that it was this simple. She had known the bloke for little over a few hours and already she lay with him, his hand atop her thigh, and a relationship occurring. She was amazed – and if not a little egotistical about the entire thing. It brought a twisted sense of pride into her mind, and whether it was because somebody wanted her for more than a play toy, or whether it was because she had finally discovered that she could care for more than her depression and her suicidal tendencies, it didn’t matter – she just felt happy. It was a rare, beautiful thing – just like him.
With thoughts plaguing each sector of her mind, it was not clear what would happen next. She pondered on the idea of holding off the unspeakable things that they would no doubt get up to, but with the hormones gripping onto her as hand as his digits stroked her inner thigh, she passed on the thought to nothing but a distant memory. Staring up at him, her flesh burning with passion and desire, Lucia lifted her head off the sand and greeted him halfway for yet another kiss. There was something about his kisses that made the voices disappear, that made the madness fade – it replaced it with a different type of crazy. The craziness of wanting, the madness of lust, and that, in all honesty, was not a problem for her at all. It was definitely better than the abyss of darkness she often lingered in – although, considering how disturbing that place was, anything would probably be better than that; she had better not tell him that. Offence was not what she had in mind – she just wanted to be close to him, in more ways than one.
Feeling herself shift across the beach slightly, she was dragged from her thoughts. She had momentarily forgotten the situation she was placed in; the hormonal rush flooding her system as he now lay atop her, closer than they had ever been. She could feel his breath on her face, and his body between her thighs. It felt like she was watching herself, her legs curling around his, tightening around his waist – the involuntary movements that were controlled not by her mentality, but by the sweet scent that he produced; the pheromones wafting up her nostrils and intoxicating her better than any drug she could inject, smoke or swallow. Now she was the one instigating the next moves, scrunching her toes, and sliding her hands down his back. A small moan escaped her lips, the urge to speak building up but the moment too perfect to destroy.
Keeping her eyes on his, she felt her fingers brush past the dimples in his back, touching the smooth curves of his rump. They lingered there, gripping lightly as though to signify moving forward with their love in the sands of the Quart’s Shoreline. She was ready and waiting, and her lowers began to moisten itself. Her eyes blurred, water lining them as the wait became almost unbearable. With her digits curling around, still placed atop his bottom, she smiled at him – never once looking away. She wanted to yell at him, tell him to take her now and take her good, but she didn’t. It would ruin the momentary bliss. Kissing his cheek, she remained silent – statuesque in appearance. ‘You’re amazing’, she thought, ‘wonderful, brilliant’... And that was how she waited for him. Thinking, silent and ready. And she hoped he would see that.
Great post
I loved it - was a challenge to reply to. Hope this was okay for you!------
His olive eyes locked upon hers once more, that momentary silence where her heartbeat was more powerful than the ocean’s roar sending a chill down her spine. Her streamlined muscles rippled under her obsidian fur, a smile sprawling over her lips. She wanted to speak, wanted to break the fragility in the air, but the words caught themselves in her throat, smashed by the hammer of his tongue – his answers hitting her like bricks in the skull, making her dizzy, and her stomach turn. “Yes?” she whispered, sharp breaths causing distortion in her voice, his lips connecting with hers for a light kiss. She continued to smile. “Yes? ... I don’t know what to say,” she was truly speechless. She had never considered herself a one-man wolf, let alone that it was this simple. She had known the bloke for little over a few hours and already she lay with him, his hand atop her thigh, and a relationship occurring. She was amazed – and if not a little egotistical about the entire thing. It brought a twisted sense of pride into her mind, and whether it was because somebody wanted her for more than a play toy, or whether it was because she had finally discovered that she could care for more than her depression and her suicidal tendencies, it didn’t matter – she just felt happy. It was a rare, beautiful thing – just like him.
With thoughts plaguing each sector of her mind, it was not clear what would happen next. She pondered on the idea of holding off the unspeakable things that they would no doubt get up to, but with the hormones gripping onto her as hand as his digits stroked her inner thigh, she passed on the thought to nothing but a distant memory. Staring up at him, her flesh burning with passion and desire, Lucia lifted her head off the sand and greeted him halfway for yet another kiss. There was something about his kisses that made the voices disappear, that made the madness fade – it replaced it with a different type of crazy. The craziness of wanting, the madness of lust, and that, in all honesty, was not a problem for her at all. It was definitely better than the abyss of darkness she often lingered in – although, considering how disturbing that place was, anything would probably be better than that; she had better not tell him that. Offence was not what she had in mind – she just wanted to be close to him, in more ways than one.
Feeling herself shift across the beach slightly, she was dragged from her thoughts. She had momentarily forgotten the situation she was placed in; the hormonal rush flooding her system as he now lay atop her, closer than they had ever been. She could feel his breath on her face, and his body between her thighs. It felt like she was watching herself, her legs curling around his, tightening around his waist – the involuntary movements that were controlled not by her mentality, but by the sweet scent that he produced; the pheromones wafting up her nostrils and intoxicating her better than any drug she could inject, smoke or swallow. Now she was the one instigating the next moves, scrunching her toes, and sliding her hands down his back. A small moan escaped her lips, the urge to speak building up but the moment too perfect to destroy.
Keeping her eyes on his, she felt her fingers brush past the dimples in his back, touching the smooth curves of his rump. They lingered there, gripping lightly as though to signify moving forward with their love in the sands of the Quart’s Shoreline. She was ready and waiting, and her lowers began to moisten itself. Her eyes blurred, water lining them as the wait became almost unbearable. With her digits curling around, still placed atop his bottom, she smiled at him – never once looking away. She wanted to yell at him, tell him to take her now and take her good, but she didn’t. It would ruin the momentary bliss. Kissing his cheek, she remained silent – statuesque in appearance. ‘You’re amazing’, she thought, ‘wonderful, brilliant’... And that was how she waited for him. Thinking, silent and ready. And she hoped he would see that.