There was a momentary pause, and something in his eyes and the fluid strength of his hand bespoke “now and forever.” It was a thought that transmitted instantly from heart to heart and made infinity collapse into a single instant, then expand outward again.
He tasted her, drew on her essence, fed from her energy, demanded her submission. Fingers tightened in her hair, and his body drew devilishly close so that they shared one heat. His tongue pushed, insisted, plundered, partook, owned.
He felt her melt beautifully and willingly under his touch, and his blood pumped strongly in his veins.
She arched her back as His lips fell to meet hers. In the warmth of Him she felt her own wants and desires slipping away from her, slowly being exchanged for His as He pulled her deeper into His world.
Her eyes fluttered for a moment before she let them shut, losing herself completely in Him. This had been all she desired all day, the memory of Him had been floating through her veins and was calling out for more.
All thoughts of papers, reading, and school work floating away, and all that remained was Him.
His lips fell to hers, drawn like iron to a magnet, making contact a split second after her tongue retreated. The music of their union swelled and filled all octaves.
The heat their mouths generated was not the heat of friction, not flint striking steel, but rather a glowing warmth that rippled and spread. As his lips interlocked with hers, he felt her breathing come into alignment with his. His fingers molded to the changing arc of her neck.
Their mouths pressed, slipped, tightened, rounded.
He drew her in. Let her drift loose from remaining moorings and float into him.
Her tongue flicked out slightly, running along her parted lips as she watched His eyes darken with desire, seeing behind them the depths of His ownership over her. She could feel Him slipping into her, overwhelming every part of her, until she was almost gone completely and all that was left was His.
The air around them crackled and sang their unspoken need for one another, and the whole of creation was pushing them together in this moment. She leaned forward, inclining the smooth arc of her neck, to breathe Him in further. She was His more now than ever before.
His hand pushed backward in an arc flush with her contours, fingers splaying out at the nape of her neck and delving into her wavy hair. The flicker in her eyes indicated a brief flight of fancy and a return to focus, he thought.
Bending slowly at the waist, he brought his face closer to hers, enjoying her sweet proximity. He felt her breath mingle with his, felt the air grow warmer and thicker with mutual desire. Something slipped inside him and suddenly the stars threatened to fall from the sky if he could not have his lips on hers.
She breathed him in as His fingers curled around her jaw. Her entire body was filled with a sudden uncontainable need for more of Him as He touched her gently. Everything in her told her to take Him, to lean forward and press her lips to His, part her thighs and show what He'd caused already, show Him the passion she had within her.
She bit her lower lip lightly and her attention returned to that moment, her eyes on His.
And she knew she was His, His to own, His to take and control, and she would wait for Him.
His smile broadened, enjoying the way she held his gaze. No shrinking violet – not his girl.
When his fingers met her cheek, they curled lazily and instinctively, molding to the graceful contour of her. Coarse fingertips pushed back to tangle into the wisps of hair by her ear. His warm palm cradled her cheek and jaw, grazing one corner of her lips.
He breathed, felt that incomparable uncanny connection, like lightning coursing through him, igniting each cell. Like a potential electrical circuit finally completed. And through that connection he reached to her and into her, felt her quiet brave relinquishment.
His movement across the room seemed slowed; she watched His movements as though removed from the room, each was slow and deliberate. Her heart raced and her breathing deepened. She shifted in her seat slightly and licked her lips with anticipation.
The air around them was full of their unspoken desire.
She fought the urge to lower her eyes from His, as He stalked towards her, holding her head high she held His gaze though still retaining that air of perfect unassuming submission. She sat up straighter, arched her back slightly, put both feet firmly on the floor and waited.
He stood silently and fluidly - as if the world had shifted around him while he remained still. His eyes flared, then darkened, always remaining focused on her. Three unhurried, deliberate strides were enough to take him across the short span that separated them. His approach was as inevitable as the pull of gravity, as instinctual as the stalking of a predator.
He felt as if he knew every molecule of her, and could make them all dance at his command. Once his feet stilled, he extended his arm, his open hand sweeping through an easy arc of warmed air.
She bit her lower lip and watched as he lowered the guitar. Her heart was pounding in her ears and she counted each beat under her breath.
"One, two, three, four..."
She continued to let the quiet ring through the air. She could feel that familiar tingle pass through the air surrounding them as she continued to count.
"Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen..."
She wondered how long they could sit like that, the silence filling her ears as they rang. She felt her hands trembling as she sat there across the room from him, waiting.
"Twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine ..."
