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Esha
His eyes stay on me as if the moment he took them off I'd disappear. It's as if he's seeing magic, one of those where each second can make or break the spell. With those gaze, I too feel like I am a magic. Someone worth those mesmerizing gaze.
As if I am his everything.
My arms wrap around his neck and the glowing, pretty smile stays on. Pushing his fingers back into my locks, he leans down and takes my lips for the softest kiss of the night.
It's light, sloppy and utterly lazy. Our hands trail on each other's skin, tracing back the dips, slopes and contours that's now by-heart yet again. It's as if our hands don't know how to stay still or how to not be on each other, when it's close. As if it's destined to do what it's doing now: caressing their lover's body, like that's the braille of a blind, like it's the script of our love.
The warmth of his bare skin against mine feels like a current of electricity that surges through every nerve. Like stars collided in a supernova, our bodies entwined in a fervent dance of heat and tension, each moment a crescendo of passion begging to be unleashed.
In the dimly lit confines, my fingertips drags on his back, each muscle taut beneath my touch. The smooth, warm skin yields to my gentle pressure, revealing the subtle contours and strength that lay beneath that's sculpted by hours of dedication and strength. Each curve, an artist's craftsmanship.
Making me gasp, he wraps his long fingers around one of my thighs and in one graceful tug pushes it towards his perfect waist. On queue I band my legs around his torso and drag my fingertips on his back, each muscle taut beneath my touch. The smooth, warm skin yields to my gentle pressure, revealing the subtle contours and strength that lay beneath, each of it a curve worth my notice, burning into my memory like that's the map of my territory without which I am lost.
His hips roll softly into mine, the hardness of his length sinks into the heat pooled between my legs and a surge of waves courses through.
Our lips fall apart, gasping. My eyes roll back at the sensation of his bare and smooth head lulling against my drenched, needy folds.
"Ooh, Esha." A husky, deep sound emits from his throat, spreading through me and sparking my gut until my insides melt. There's something so sophisticated in the way he groans and grunts my name, so alluring that it intensifies my need for him.
My fingers dig into his scalp and shoulder, lips still parted for air as he meets my eyes glazed in pleasure. "I need you, Vid." I thrust my hips forward to feel our cores meet, the sensation of it bestows goosebumps over my skin, making me tremble and my core throbs like a beating heart. "Please."
"I'm all yours, my love."
He presses a kiss onto my temple and rolls over towards the nightstand and draws the drawer to get the foil packs stocked there. Getting one and tossing others on the bed, he scoots back towards me and settles between my legs.
Shooting me a smile, that is so adorable, he runs his fingers softly through my hair and flashes the condom, mumbling. "All the way from Switzerland."
That makes me laugh amidst all the heat, and I shoot an amused smile, wrapping my arms back around his neck. "You are obsessed with them."
"Excuse me?" He frowns, the offense in his tone swaying in the air and then does the most sexiest thing I've seen him do. The classic. Tearing the foil pack using his teeth without taking his eyes off me. It draws my undivided attention, I swallow feeling my throat dry up, the simple act in itself makes me throb harder, warning another release.
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Love Amidst The Chaos
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