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Haruka Wake up earlier and admire you - what could be better? I hugged you all night, and now I'm afraid to remove my hand so that you don't wake up. So we both lie on our sides, like two rose petals nested in each other, of those that remained from last night on the floor and the table. I only rise a little above you: I lean on a bent arm to be able to see your face. The morning rays caress you, weightlessly stroking your cheek, sliding on your earlobe, freeze for a minute in the silk of your hair and then go down to the bare shoulder. And then I understand that I can no longer calmly watch. What is it: jealousy or delight from your beauty? I don't know, but I take away the lock of your hair and greedily fall to your cheek next to the earlobe, as if a life-giving source is hidden there. With light kisses I go down a little lower, onto your neck, I freeze, breathing in the almost imperceptible aroma of your perfume, that yesterday stupefied me, taking away the rest of my mind. I smile, remembering the consequences of that kiss, and everything that was at night. You have a special power over me, and, no matter how strong and freedom-loving I am with others, I thank you for this sweet captivity, my goddess. I continue the path of kisses to your sweet shoulder: I will prove to you that I can be more tender than this insolent sunny bunny, so shamelessly touching you! And no longer with the mind, but with some inner instinct that lives in the solar plexus, I feel that you are not sleeping, but you do not want me to notice this. "Are you playing with me? Good!" - I laugh to myself - "Let's play". I barely-feel run the fingertips on your velvety skin, as if I want to draw unknown patterns of my love on your back. If only they could forever become for you a guard-amulet against all adversities! Fingertips feel a subtle trembling, an electric current that flows from you to me, subordinating consciousness to desire. I myself am ready to surrender to the power of the flow, but first ... Your weak point - I bow and, searing breath, kiss You just below your neck: a sigh, a spasm, almost ecstasy - you are powerless before this technique. How many times have I joked that you are like a cat, which freezes when bite its withers. - Good morning. I am glad that I won in such a comic fight for a dream. But you are not one who surrenders: you turn away theatrically in a childish way, hide your face in a pillow again, and at the same time, as if by accident, You turn that way my eyes can see the beautiful and seductive lines of your back. Let it be: I'll pretend that I don't notice flushed cheeks and a poorly concealed smile, so I continue the siege of my beloved fortress. Hovering over you, kiss your neck, while fingers trace the winding paths on your back, anticipating future kisses. Lower and lower, more and more tender. Your soft moan - and I'm ready to purr with happiness. I throw back the blanket, which has become unnecessary, I run my fingers over your hips, teasing you already openly. With a slight shudder, you spread your legs a bit, but I'm probably going to tease you a little more, my princess on the pillow. Kiss every cell of your awakening body? Easy! Again I touch your back with lips, giving kisses a little randomly, to confuse you. I feel how your desire and impatience are growing. My fingers glide along the spine, along the rounded shapes of your buttocks to the hips, so that on the way back to go into flight over the ... At the same time: a kiss on that very weak point on your back and a touch, lighter than the wind, THERE. You groan in a voice. Mine! Darling! I become crazy from an explosion of adrenaline, endorphins and what else ... I can no longer restrain myself. I turn your head and dig my lips into yours. Stroking your clitoris, I absorb all your moans. More, more! I want you endlessly, sensually, gently and passionately at the same time. You turn to me and I can already caress your breasts with impunity, picking flowers of pleasure. Oh, this look of half-closed eyes under black eyelashes: you tease, call, provoke, praise, subjugate ... And I obey, bowing my head between your slender legs. Now I want to serve you, to be the only reason for your pleasure, your ecstasy, my lady. My tongue, my hands, my fingers - all of me now for you. You do not even know what state of narcotic delight your moans, movements, shudders lead me to. How your thin fingers, tangled up in my hair, rob me of my mind. Your lost breath, my pounding heart, tenderness and heady passion, unity of energies and ecstatic pleasure. Gasp - scream - you takeoff, and I, covering you with my body, soar up with you.
Michiru: Kiss you in the morning, feeling the softness of the fabric of pillows and blankets and the even greater softness of your touches, feel your breath on my skin, hear your voice, feeling how low notes in waves of vibrations pass right through the skin from you to me somewhere in the sunny plexus, to feel how Your hair touches my chest - a light, teasing, slightly stinging touch that screams goose bumps on the skin, to see your beloved eyes that are filled with the same, or even more, Love ... This is happiness!
