Sacrifice Me

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My heart fluttered in my chest as I slid my small hand delicately into his large palm. His fingers curled around mine and I swore my heart would beat right out of my chest. I had dreamt of this moment for months but had always been too shy to act on what I was feeling. I took in the man before me. His raven-colored hair was slicked back today, long bangs hanging in whisps almost obscuring the view of inky colored pearls. He was beautiful and no one could deny it. His sun kissed skin all but glowed in the setting sun. The dark clouds on the horizon threaten to disrupt the setting light as it paints the sky in vibrant shades of pinks, purples, and orange.

He tugs me alongside him gently and I follow, my steps double his to match his stride. My body buzzes in excitement and nerves. The air whips around us as a strong breeze passes through and the bottom of my floral dress flutters. The tall grass around us sways in response to the draft as rustling greets our ears in response. The flowers teeter, fighting to stand straight against the harsh gush and display their petals. It was a peaceful moment, and I took it all in to reminisce on when I was safe in bed under my plushy covers.

In the distance was a clearing where a stone carved table set rather high in the midst surrounded by old fashioned, unlit torches. My stomach leapt at the sight. It was a picnic date deep in the meadow, alone with him, set away from prying eyes and damning whispers. No need to worry about anyone else catching his attention or anyone discovering his external affairs. I can relish in knowing those soft obsidian eyes were only for me. I had often daydreamt about him nestled comfortably in the pews every Sunday as he stood on the stage before me. It was a surreal moment, that he had perceived me, chosen me. The basket he carries in his opposite hand bobs back and forth lightly, crashing into the grass as we stroll closer to our destination. A smile creeps across my face at the boyish habit as I watch him swing it subconsciously.

Birds chirp softly against the sound of a chorus of crickets and locusts, all blending together in the evening hours to supply us with a soundtrack to our time together. The tall grass broke at the edge, giving way to the open area. There were no chairs near the table, but steel circular hooks obviously driven deep in the stone which I found odd. I shook it off, not wanting to take any focus off of the god of a man still clutching my hand in his. A blanket lay spread next to the table and, after placing the basket down, he gently tugged me to sit, lowering his body in time with mine.

His hand released mine and I watched as his eyes surveyed me from head to toe. A small smirk splayed across his rouge-colored lips. My eyes glued to those lips, memorizing the arch in his cupid's bow and the fullness in both his top and bottom lips. They were plump and I ached to see if they were as soft as I often imagined they were. His lips curl upwards, parting slightly as his eyes roam back to mine and find me focused on his mouth. His slender fingers crossed the small space between us, his right hand sliding gently over my exposed leg before journeying under the hem of my dress to caress my left knee. My stomach and heart both lurched at the touch, a tingle sparking in my belly before shooting downwards. A bold warmth radiated between my thighs, and I was certain he would feel it from where he was sitting.

I shuffled ever so slightly to not warrant a loss in the contact between his hand and my knee. My hands shook slightly as I placed my left hand atop his right, coaxing him to move it higher. Obediently, he drifted it upward more to rest on my thighs, his body leaning in closer to mine as he made way upwards. My gaze flitters to his hand before finding his eyes once more. Another flutter erupts in my stomach as I take him in. God, he was gorgeous, and I had spent many days hoping for this moment. So, against the assaulting anxiety and the jittering in my hands, I quickly closed the distance between us to press my mouth against his before I lost my nerve.

I took every ounce of strength I had within me to not moan at the contact. His lips were lush. It was like two puffy, pink clouds set against mine. I pulled back hesitantly, unsure of where to go from here. His free hand came up to cradle my cheek before he tugged me gently, bringing me back to him. Our mouths clashed softly, lips parting to taste each other. I savored the feeling, resisting the urge to press myself against him before I swallowed him whole. His lips part to allow his tongue to sweep against mine, asking for permission to enter my mouth for explanation. I grant him permission, my tongue rushing to meet his in a dance all their own.

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