Love In a Maze

How Is It Now That I Am So Softly Awakened III

Moaning broke through the silent bedroom waking her. Feeling the sensation between her legs she realized suddenly the guttural sounds of passion were escaping her throat. His beard rubbed coarsely on her inner thighs as he licked fiercely, a different sensation to wake up to all of its own. She had been wrong, seemed he didn't mind the novelty of her flavor. Her breath hitched and she smiled as he brought out a squeal. Feeling him nibble slightly on her tender flesh she groaned placing her fingers through his dark hair, letting him know she was awake.

He couldn't get over the fact that she moaned so loudly even in her sleep. He touched her and her legs began to open. The way she responded to his touch drove him crazy, wanting her even more. His tongue extended as far as it could inside her, as she moaned loudly tugging at the sheets beside her. He widened her thighs the bridge of his nose bumping furiously against her clit as he ate. A small shudder shook her body as she came, her voice filling up the large room with his name. Licking the wetness from her thighs, he smiled that ache within him finally satisfied.

"Good morning." Crawling over her he looked down to her face, a beautiful euphoric expression through her mass of messy curls.

"Uhh huh." She muttered her body and mind whirling, still unable to form a sentence, as her exhausted breathing began to steady.

"I know you were still sleeping but I couldn't help myself. You laying there... just you... I guess. I made a bet with myself that if you stayed the night I wouldn't touch you, I couldn't touch you. But as soon as the sun was up your ass was free game. It's been killing me all night."

Looking at the watch that encircled his wrist. "4:45?" She questioned with a smile.

"Hey close enough." The sun had not yet risen completely, the soft purple glow lingered on the edges of the sky. The promise of a sunrise, he had decided was just as good.

"What if I would have said no?" She asked rolling her palms over his shoulders as he crouched over her. She knew of course this wasn't very likely.

"Then I would have had to reevaluate the situation."

"Sounds like that could have been fun." Her hands smoothing over the soft grey silk that covered his ass, dipping slightly beneath the waistband to feel his skin against hers.

"Just wait." He said beginning to unbutton his grey silk shirt she wore. The night before the glowing color of her skin underneath the bedside lamps had driven him crazy. Placing the top of his pajamas over her, he had buttoned each button to the neck hoping to get some reprieve. As soon as his fingers left from shirt she began to undo each one slowly, her eyes daring him wickedly. His fingers followed above her closing every one again. Finally giving up she allowed him to hide away every inch of her. "I didn't know you were such a prude." She huffed a crooked grin tugging on her lips.

"Oh he would show her exactly how much of a prude he was."

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She stood by the bedside and smiled. After two days their bodies had been worn out. He was sleeping deeply, probably the first time he had done so in years. The white sheets barely covering his golden skin. He was beautiful, she had always thought so, the way he played between both the masculine and feminine had excited her, but sometimes she swore she could see glimpses of his soul naked without a wall and that is what she found most appealing. She smoothed the palm of her hand over his skin feeling the muscles underneath, and pulled the sheet over his strong shoulders. Kissing her finger to his lips she began to walk out through the dark room. Suddenly she felt hands grab for her and she let out a soft yelp as he tucked her back under the covers with him. The slippery gold of her dress cool against his skin.