When She Comes

Chapter 26 - Fuck

They say souls catch fire by eye contact. These two were definitely flaming and a constant conflict of halves they were. Together, one half was serene and content while the other was afire impatient and wildly fidgety to touch the other.

He did his damndest to not allow his eyes to rove over her body. Just like that night she took her top off and pranced by him with hand covered boobs, she knew how to play him like he did one of his instruments.

"Get in the tub." His eyes did the business his other part couldn't, fuck her.

Authoritarian, looking sternly as if she had caused a whole lot of trouble. Tried as hard as he could to not leave her eyes but she was difficult with him, from their inception really, and wasn't about to change her course just because she admitted to herself that she liked him.

Behaving like the siren she was...slow... seductive...devilish.

Grasping onto the side of the soaker tub, intrusive with her breasts in his face, she hovered at his forehead placing tiny kisses along his softened fine lines allowing her breath to dance on his humid skin.

All the while she knew he was trying his best to not be overly anxious, greedy.

Her eyelashes butterfly kissed his cheeks nuzzling her face so close to his.

"Ga damn Sabine...your breasts are so beautiful." A slight brush of his lips along the top plush of her breast he hungered for the taste of her.

She smiled because his compliment meant even in all his coyness he finally admitted to looking at her.

"Join me in the tub." Now more of a request than a demand his hand lovingly stroked her slender arm knowing he was helpless and at her mercy.

"Relax baby...slow down...why you in a hurry?"

"You're just so soft angel." His fingertips lightly traced the curve of her breast and suddenly she knew what it felt like to be in the hands of the right man.

Not only was she the one for all the dangerous chances she took for him but the poetic hum of her veins kept perfect time with all the music in his head.

Whispered through his moans, "Slide into the tub baby." She finally caved, loving the feel of his eyes caressing her skin and how he banished the solitude put on her by the other.

Together they created a sacred ritual blessing one another with the deepest affection, lips, tongues and touches affirming that they were two souls destined to be divinely intertwined.

For Prince, thankful wasn't a good enough word to describe his gratitude for Sabine and all she risked for him. Sabine finally revealing her figure to him was a precious gift and he would venerate her hallowed body at every opportunity.

For Sabine, it was surrendering to the fate sealed at her birth to be his deliverer and one true companion. Eventually a revelation would disclose to him that he had never been loved before her.

Lips drowning in a beautifully synchronized kiss, each of them gasping occasionally for breaths and never letting go of their playfulness in bathing one another.

"The water is getting cold." She shivered exposing goosies on her skin and advertised by her pert nipples. Snuggling her nose into his hair as an attempt to seek warmth.

"I hadn't noticed." Mumbling over her breast and slurping her nipple into his mouth for the unteenth time already.

"Move a little closer." Patting her behind and encouraging her to be on top of his muted affection.

"Scooch down and let me rinse you." Lightly pressing on his shoulders so that the suds would be whisked away.

"Let me wash you here." His hand tentatively smoothed over her barely there hair.