Take it slow

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Sunlight is painting the room in red and orange. "Let go..." Heating up kisses are being placed on my neck. "No way!" I sigh, my hands unconsciously reaching for his arms, wrapping around his neck. "I can't..."

 His lips hushing mine, hand stroking my hair, his warm lips traveling all over my flesh. "Then push me away." Moving my hands on his chest, never breaking the eye contact, trying to press him strongly, but my hands are refusing to do anything. "I can't."

My voice becoming just whispers, quickly being muffled with his lips. "You can't push away someone you love."

The feeling of his hands cupping my cheeks, the fresh breeze hitting my sensitive skin. Goosebumps appearing everywhere, where his lips are leaving the traces. My voice just moans. "We c-can't..."

His body pressing to mine. The over helming feeling of being in the arms of the only beloved person. "Why? Say me one reason, why I can't take my woman."

 His lips are so soft, while I am tracing them with my fingertips, yet so rough, playing around with my body. "I am scared." The soft smile playing on his lips, moves of his hands, the gaze of his, seductively piercing my personality. "You love me. I love you. No way will I do something to hurt you."

My hands traveling on his bare back, nails digging in his flesh, my sensitive skin in awaiting of his tender touch. His lips kissing every inch of my flesh. The tender gaze of his, calming down my scared person. My silent whimpers making me blush. His silent laugh. "You are so cute."

 Night silently, without any notice taking its place outside. His words of love being whispered into my ear. The over helming feeling of our skin, connected together, creating one. Being one for the whole night. Soft sounds escaping from our lips. Red scars, drops of blood straining his back. Gasping for air is filling the room. Atmosphere of the summer day, so hot and freezing in the same while.

 His hands pushing our tired bodies closer. The tears of joy. The urge of kiss and being kissed. His lips are pressing into mine in gentle kiss. His hand, reaching for me, to end up tangled in my hair.

His hand travelling on my bare back, my head resting on his chest. His strong heartbeat. "This heart is beating just for you." The tender kisses being placed on my forehead. The sweet silence, just our deep breaths breaking it. The last kiss placed on his bare chest, mumbled words of love, before my eyes are closing. The loving embrace of his, taking me to the dreamland.

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Ew....this was cheesy.....hope you liked it ^^ 

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