A Beautiful Life

Blue (Da Ba Dee) [Eiffel 65]

A touch on her belly—warm, compressed, slipping under her shirt to touch naked skin. The curl of strong fingers pressed into her navel. Their bodies melded together beneath the sheets. Her back curved into his abdomen, feeling his nose delve into the contour of her neck. She became a part of him when he breathed her in, and she felt the warmth of his breath as he exhaled on her skin.

Sakura tried to open her eyes, her lashes stuck together as she fluttered them clumsily. But she murmured into her moan, fidgeting on the bed as she felt him envelope her. His mouth sank into her neck, palms fondling her breasts. When he thumbed her nipple, she felt the flex and warmth of her pelvis, the aroused pull that settled deep in her belly.

She let him have his way with her, kissing her skin, squeezing her breasts. When he pinched and rubbed her rosy tips, she created friction against her thighs, cupping her hands over his. The curve to her back was painful, but automatic, feeling him touch her, unable to open her eyes and embrace the daylight.

His thumb grazed her nipple again and her breath hitched. Lips gently parted to release a clearer noise, a delicate gasp. And when she kneaded her butt against his hips, she could feel his arousal.

She rolled towards him, her forehead touching his. Strong arms swiftly enclosed her, lulling her against him. Eyes still shut, succumbed to the darkness, with nothing but the feel of him and the minty smell of his breath to move her forward.

Her palm melted into his cheek, her pelvis touching his as she curled her leg around his thigh. Soft, warm skin, the mist of his breath infusing her face. Their lips caressed gently. Another hot breath warming her, expelled from his nose. They kissed again, a bit longer. Still delicate and sweet, her spit coating his lips. Their bodies entangled, squirming on his bed. His palm gripped her thigh, pressing dimples into her skin.

She opened her eyes. Cautiously, her stare squinted as the light encompassed her vision, until she could see his face. His forehead pressed against her own, lips lingering over her mouth. Eyes still closed as strands of hair drifted towards his temples. When she kissed his chin, he opened his eyes, met suddenly by the vivid jade hue.

Glistening emeralds perched on his face. Ample and beautiful. And she held his cheek, tracing the line of his jaw, the lift of his cheekbone. She thumbed his brow, memorizing the shape of his bone, the feel of bushy hair. His features were sharp, yet delicate. And she could look at him all day if he'd let her.

"Hey," he breathed, his lips curving into a smile as he pressed her against him.

"Good morning."

She stifled a gasp when he grabbed her butt aggressively, his fingers dipping into fatty flesh. And a giggle fluttered in her throat as he buried himself in her neck once more, dousing her with kisses, inhaling her scent. Their bodies blended in a lustful frenzy.

Her fingers became tangled in his hair, her hips buckling to feel the grind of his bulge. He pulled at her shirt. They sat up to remove what little clothes they wore. The dog jumped off the bed. Sakura hated when he did that, always worried he was going to hurt himself.

A cool draft of air caressed her nipples, and she felt them pebble. So hard it was almost painful, begging to be touched again, to feel the gloss of his tongue against puckered needy skin. Her body just as naked as his, so fair and milky compared to the golden shade of his own. The contrast was striking and beautiful, especially as they melted together, like two pieces of a heart.

Flesh against flesh, heat clashing. He did as her body craved and kissed her nipple, his tongue swirling at her needy peak. Holding her shoulders as they sat on his bed, his spine curled so he could serenade her with his mouth. She saw the flex of his arms, the glorious swell of his biceps as the veins on his forearms pulsed.