Not letting our stare break for a moment, she answers,
Janet: Please.
Caught between pure lust and the anticipation of the first kiss, I don't know if I should take her fast or take my time. My brain, in a moment of clarity before being clouded with desire again, makes the decision for me and brings my hand up to stroke her cheek. This movement makes her eyes close. I wonder, at this moment, if she knows how beautiful she is. I reach out with my other hand and grab the railing behind her. Milliseconds before our lips meet, I'm vaguely aware of her hand in my hair. But once flesh meets flesh, I am aware of only one thing...I see stars...but my eyes are very much closed.
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In frantic flashes, I try to remember everything about these moments. The feel, taste, smell, sound, and sight...little pieces of a night so perfect that you want to rush home and tell your best friends about it. The best part, though, is that she is one of those people I'd tell...in detail. With my mind turned off except for the storage part, I focus on us. Not the sky. Not the deck. Nothing but us and this...time. A shoulder blade in the moonlight... A palm flattened against the small of a back... Legs intertwined and shifting... Her mouth is open against my throat and her tongue slips out to flick against the skin there as she closes her eyes and sighs,
Janet: God, yes.
Her arms quiver just a bit as she grinds her hips against me. Her skin is warm against mine and her lips are so soft I don't feel them until she moves to kiss another spot. I reach up and pull the band out of her hair, causing the waves to fall around her shoulders and our faces. With a smile, I brush it from her face and whisper,
Toni: You are so beautiful.
Even with the slight amount of light provided by the moon, I can see the blush on her cheeks. When she pushes the top half of her body off me, I shift and kiss her neck. It's kind of salty and I find that I like it. She takes one of my hands and raises it above my head to press it against the wood under us. I look into her face and realize she's studying me.
Fingers of one hand laced together... Hearts pounding so loud they're surely waking up the universe... Sighs so soft they almost don't make a sound... Eyes searching, finding, imploring, drinking in the view... Wrong. I was so wrong. I thought she'd be shy. When I dreamed of these moments, I was in charge most of the time. That's how it's always been...I've been the one to do, feel, and put in more than the other party. So, finding that she's comfortable taking control is making me feel a way I've never felt...wanted. Desired. Maybe even needed. Her voice breaks through my thoughts,
Janet: I remember you telling me that I'd know what to do when I was in this position.
She smiles wickedly at me,
Janet: And you know what?
Without waiting for my response, she finishes in a whisper,
Janet: You were right.
She lowers her head to mine and kisses me passionately, leaving me only when we're out of breath and things are very, very hot.
Toni: You're quite good at that,
I whisper to her, smiling.
Janet: Mmmm,
she breathes against my shoulder,
Janet: And you are, too. You are very good.
She shifts slightly atop me and groans,
Janet: Shit.
She shivers and I smile.
Toni: Like that, hm?
I take a moment to lightly lick her neck and then slightly bite the same spot, making her shudder. When I suck there, she actually loses her breath, but not before muttering,
Janet: Fuck.
I pull her harder against me and growl,
Janet: Yes, please.
She settles herself against my leg and then plants her thigh between mine. I grab her hip with my free hand and guide her to the right spot before whispering,
Toni: Right there.
Hips rising and lowering in a rhythm created by delicious friction... Moans so deep they seem to originate in the Earth... Ecstasy was so exquisite it can only come from the holiest of places... The sound of her grunting is the only thing I hear between my own breathing and both of our gasps. All her weight seems to be on my thigh and I'm using hers to keep me from floating off somewhere with this feeling she's creating. When she rolls her hips away from me, I want to pull her back down. And when she rolls them towards me, I rise to meet her. Her head tips back and she's so fucking stunning at this moment I almost don't want her to climax. I just want to stay here. Right here in the few moments before the end where every sense is shut off except the ones that are pleasing you. I want to stay suspended in the feeling of being the object of her desire, the one that gives her the most amazing sensation humans are allowed to feel with their bodies. Eyelashes against cheeks against lips... Kisses so sweet they almost rain down like little crystals of sugar against heated flesh... Names whispered like prayers and growled like demands...
Janet: God,
she moans, breaking into my thoughts.
Janet: Oh my God.
I pull her head down to kiss her deeply and without reservation. I want her to feel how much I want her. I want her to know what she does to me...all over. I manage to whisper,
Toni: I want you so damn bad.
Her eyes meet mine and she says, quite convincingly,
Janet: I want you more.
Never one to let her get away with a statement like that, I quip,
Toni: Impossible. That is absolutely not possible.
Without stopping or slowing down, she smirks,
Janet: Trust me, if you touched me right now, you'd know I want you more. You'd feel it...everywhere.
I'm sure there's as much of a challenge in my eyes as there is in my words when I retort,
Toni: Wanna bet?
She snarls,
Janet: We have plenty of time for that. Right now, though, I'm going to finish what you started.
She grinds harder and faster now and it's driving me to distraction. I gasp,
Toni: Please.
Somehow I know this is going to be my last conscious thought. Dropping her head forward and resting it on my shoulder, she whispers,
Janet: yes
over and over. I pull at her, not caring if it hurts, to get her impossibly closer. Just before the white light hits us both, she picks her head up to kiss me. Lips seeking to taste every inch... Tongues dancing the tango only the moon and stars are meant to witness... Fingertips of the unoccupied hand tracing, caressing, memorizing every curve... This kiss, number whatever of millions, is slow and adoring as opposed to being fast and frantic. Our tongues tease each other by playing chase in and out of our mouths. And when she begins her "end", she gasps, allowing me to bite her bottom lip gently as I meet her there. Trembling bodies arching, bowing, then relaxing... Realizing the air is cool against the skin that seems to have been set on fire... Breathing erratic, stopping, and restarting... As she lies on top of me in the aftermath, both of us breathing heavily and spent for the moment, an evil grin spreads over my face. I wrap my arms around her waist,
Toni: So, I started this?
After a moment, I feel her laughing before I hear the sound. She doesn't pick her head up, or move any other muscle that I'm aware of,
Janet: Mhm.
A/N- I know that it's over, but I still reminisce
Of the very first time that I saw you And the first time that we kissed I still recall the good old days we made love Without taking off our clothes You spoke a language to my body So universal; you got me sayin', baby
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