[Time seems to hang in perfect suspension as they become intimately entwined; he doesn't know how many seconds pass as he fills her and his vision goes blinding white, the sound of her voice wrapping itself around him— God, how long has he wanted to hear her cry his name like that without allowing himself to admit it?
It has occurred to him that perhaps he has allowed himself to fall too hard, too completely; it is a fool who does not learn from his past and come to exercise caution, and yet with her he feels no need for it. He would gladly make a fool of himself a thousand times over if it meant hearing his name on her lips, feeling her touch against his skin and her fingers in his hair, seeing in those emerald eyes what she shows only a chosen few.
Her demand brings him back to the present; he lets out a breathless laugh, half-incredulous as he buries his face against the curve of her neck and exhales a pleasant groan, having bottomed out and buried himself in the tight, welcoming heat of her, the writhe of her body beneath his tempting him to perhaps offer more than she might be ready for.
That demand, however, is one he will gladly meet.]
I want you.
[He finishes the statement for her, his breath hot against her skin, and he keeps her thigh hiked up against his waist as he rolls his hips into her, a tantalizingly slow but steady start as he builds to a deep, purposeful rhythm. He palms at her breast as he murmurs her name against her ear; he plans to fulfill that promise of his entirely, and he doesn't intend to rush in doing so— though the weeks and months of being in one another's orbit, unable to be honest with one another makes restraint something of a challenge.]
[As he begins to move with a torturously slow rhythm, she muffles her voice with the back of one hand while the other falls to her side to cling to the sheets beneath. It's on purpose, she knows, after all those months without each other's touch. Even as he reacquaints himself with her body, it's as if every part of him had been prepared to hold, cherish, and ravage her thoroughly.
She gasps out a retort at his words, embarrassed, but pleased by the compliment as she thrusts her hips back into his with equal voraciousness.]
You, ought to knowโ
[She's interrupted by the stimulation and exquisite heat of him striking her in all the right places, makes another smokey groan escape into the air.]
โbetter then to let an impatient woman make you like this.
[How could he be so many wonderful things at once and for her alone? The slowness is enflaming her and she tries not to let her voice out again, tries to hold out from begging for more. But shy words escape her anyways, her eyes glazing over from being entwined so tightly, their bodies having no beginning or end.]
[Even breathless, there is a note of teasing satisfaction in his voice, that impatience of hers lighting a spark in him. Perhaps he should know better, but if he had, he would not be where he is now— and he would not trade this for anything. Each sound that escapes her, every word and breath pulls at him and leaves him lightheaded, senseless.
He grips at the bedcovers with one hand, fingers curling tightly into a fist as the continuous roll of his hips begins to pick up speed, altering so that their movement complements one another, allows him to bury himself deeper as he pushes her hips into the mattress. That she can still sound shy when they're entangled like this only serves to drive him wild, awakens something in him that longs to bring her to the edge again and again until he hears her voice break. They've found a rhythm together now, and he braces a hand against her hip so that they can keep pace with one another, his heart racing as he loses himself in tight heat, in the hitch of her breath and beautifully flushed skin.]
You feel... incredible...
[His own words are bordering on strained, his breath halting, but he still manages to bow his back and lean in to claim a heated kiss, messier than it would have been if he were more composed.]
[A sound akin to a whine springs from her throat as he teases, rendering her incapable of responding with words as he moves quicker and deeper inside her. Now they're nothing, but heat, rhythmic flesh, desire, and compulsion and if her heart has already burst, it was ready to do so again as she embraces him with her arms, nails finding purchase in his back and kissing him back desperately.
There were many things she didn't deserve in her life after losing someone so precious and she had resolved to live her life as a glass half-empty. But this man, whose beautiful shoulder blades are in her grasp, had entered her orbit, rewriting her story and filled her again and again, in heart, mind, and now body. It was passionate, filthy, gentle, imperfect, and loving all at once and somewhere in her mind, she finally lets herself hope and visualize for a future that had him in it.
Keep telling me what you like.
His words, spoken into her mouth as they messily kiss bring her back, seeing and feeling him even more vividly than before.]
I...
[Her eyes widen as she realizes in a split second that she's about to unravel as her hips involuntary starts to shake, muscles flexing and tightening around him. She was achingly full of him and the constant rhythm of his body, striking her in all the right places, has pushed her to the furthest edge.]
I'm coโ!!
[With a strangled cry, she comes, clenching, nails biting into his back. Pleasure bombards her and she swears she can see colors inside of her eyelids as she squeezes them shut, clinging to him, unable to, no, not wanting to let go.
Past her would have wanted to turn back time, to make things right.
[It's sudden, even with her attempt to warn him, and he feels his heart pound faster yet as she tightens around him while he quickens his pace, lost in the heat and scent of her, the sweet sound of her voice, the press of nails against his skin, a thousand little things he yearns to commit to memory. His own breath comes ragged as she clings to him, the rhythm of his hips beginning to stutter as he continues to thrust through her climax, knowing his own is fast approaching— she's so warm and tight and soft beneath him, and for a moment, he feels like she is unquestionably his, every doubt about what they might have together banished, if only for now.
He hits his own peak as she cleaves to him, a raw groan escaping him as he greedily claims another kiss, his teeth catching against her lower lip as the roll of his hips falters one last time before he buries himself deep, bucking into her as he spends himself. There are no thoughts as the moment takes him, but it is a welcome and blissful sort of emptiness, warm instead of vast and lonely.
Several moments pass before he starts to regain himself, his heart still racing as he seeks to kiss her without pulling out, happy to remain entangled as long as they can manage.]
You are stunning.
[Some part of him had wanted this since the first time they had been forced to part ways, and even so, the reality of being with her has surpassed every hope, every expectation.]
[Her mind is blank as she rides the rest of her high, hips mindlessly rolling into his, enveloped in what feels like never ending heat. As he buries himself deep, the only thoughts that come up to the surface as he reaches his climax, are how rich his voice was and how wonderful his lips tastes. She basks in his embrace and adoration and everything else that remains unsaid for now.
There's not an ounce of guilt to be found as he winds down and stays entangled with her. Her hands move up and down his spine and pauses to rub and massage his shoulder blades as she returns his kisses, wondering if she would ever tire of them.
And when he calls her stunning, she knows that she never will.
Finding the need to catch her breath a little more, she takes one hand and moves her fingers to trace his lower lip.]
You are audacious.
[It's said tiredly, but soft and sweet, even for her. She does want to hold him all night, so she makes that clear by kissing her way around his jawline and down the base of his throat.]
And I hope you want more of me.
[It will be another long night, one that they deserved after far too long.]
[He laughs against the brush of her fingers; it's a compliment as much as an admonishment, and his smile pulls wide, causing that crinkling at the corners of his eyes that always manage to appear in those truly joyful moments, his lips gently puckering against her fingertips.
Every touch is a balm, the press of her fingers against his shoulderblades reaching deeper than he knew to be possible, and the trail of her lips along his jaw and down the column of his throat threatens to send another shiver through him, just as surely as that soft lilt in her voice does. A soft noise sounds at the back of his throat, his skin flush beneath her lips.]
I assure you, it will take far, far more than that to sate me.
[He raises a hand to lightly brush some of her hair back from her brow; he's sure they both look a sight at this point, and the night is still young, by all accounts. He runs a hand over the curve of her hip and beneath the thigh that's dropped beneath his own waist, his gaze heavy with admiration and sheer wanting as she reaches the base of his throat.]
[She lets out an indignant huff and lays back down to look at him as he brushes back her hair. Her heart swells at the sight of him, joyful and content, but ready for even more of her.
And not surprisingly, Amelia finds that she has much more to give. If it can bring out that smile that's only for her, the gaze that marks her his world, than she would give in to him again and again, then it would be worth all the pain and directionless guilt that they were mired in.
There's something to be said about fate and fortune, boldness, braveness, and she wants to construct a poem out of the moment between them and their second long night butโ
"Donโt leave now that youโre hereโ Stay. So the world may become like itself again:"
The Ahmed Faiz poem comes back full circle.
And as she wraps her arms around his shoulders, drinks in his lips with an eternal thirst, and gives her touch, body, and voice to him, the world becomes not just itself again, but something new.
Beautiful, vast, and like a sea of stars waiting to be explored.]
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It has occurred to him that perhaps he has allowed himself to fall too hard, too completely; it is a fool who does not learn from his past and come to exercise caution, and yet with her he feels no need for it. He would gladly make a fool of himself a thousand times over if it meant hearing his name on her lips, feeling her touch against his skin and her fingers in his hair, seeing in those emerald eyes what she shows only a chosen few.
Her demand brings him back to the present; he lets out a breathless laugh, half-incredulous as he buries his face against the curve of her neck and exhales a pleasant groan, having bottomed out and buried himself in the tight, welcoming heat of her, the writhe of her body beneath his tempting him to perhaps offer more than she might be ready for.
That demand, however, is one he will gladly meet.]
I want you.
[He finishes the statement for her, his breath hot against her skin, and he keeps her thigh hiked up against his waist as he rolls his hips into her, a tantalizingly slow but steady start as he builds to a deep, purposeful rhythm. He palms at her breast as he murmurs her name against her ear; he plans to fulfill that promise of his entirely, and he doesn't intend to rush in doing so— though the weeks and months of being in one another's orbit, unable to be honest with one another makes restraint something of a challenge.]
Beautiful, even when you're impatient.
[Perhaps especially then.]
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She gasps out a retort at his words, embarrassed, but pleased by the compliment as she thrusts her hips back into his with equal voraciousness.]
You, ought to knowโ
[She's interrupted by the stimulation and exquisite heat of him striking her in all the right places, makes another smokey groan escape into the air.]
โbetter then to let an impatient woman make you like this.
[How could he be so many wonderful things at once and for her alone? The slowness is enflaming her and she tries not to let her voice out again, tries to hold out from begging for more. But shy words escape her anyways, her eyes glazing over from being entwined so tightly, their bodies having no beginning or end.]
You feel so good...
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[Even breathless, there is a note of teasing satisfaction in his voice, that impatience of hers lighting a spark in him. Perhaps he should know better, but if he had, he would not be where he is now— and he would not trade this for anything. Each sound that escapes her, every word and breath pulls at him and leaves him lightheaded, senseless.
He grips at the bedcovers with one hand, fingers curling tightly into a fist as the continuous roll of his hips begins to pick up speed, altering so that their movement complements one another, allows him to bury himself deeper as he pushes her hips into the mattress. That she can still sound shy when they're entangled like this only serves to drive him wild, awakens something in him that longs to bring her to the edge again and again until he hears her voice break. They've found a rhythm together now, and he braces a hand against her hip so that they can keep pace with one another, his heart racing as he loses himself in tight heat, in the hitch of her breath and beautifully flushed skin.]
You feel... incredible...
[His own words are bordering on strained, his breath halting, but he still manages to bow his back and lean in to claim a heated kiss, messier than it would have been if he were more composed.]
Keep telling me what you like.
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There were many things she didn't deserve in her life after losing someone so precious and she had resolved to live her life as a glass half-empty. But this man, whose beautiful shoulder blades are in her grasp, had entered her orbit, rewriting her story and filled her again and again, in heart, mind, and now body. It was passionate, filthy, gentle, imperfect, and loving all at once and somewhere in her mind, she finally lets herself hope and visualize for a future that had him in it.
Keep telling me what you like.
His words, spoken into her mouth as they messily kiss bring her back, seeing and feeling him even more vividly than before.]
I...
[Her eyes widen as she realizes in a split second that she's about to unravel as her hips involuntary starts to shake, muscles flexing and tightening around him. She was achingly full of him and the constant rhythm of his body, striking her in all the right places, has pushed her to the furthest edge.]
I'm coโ!!
[With a strangled cry, she comes, clenching, nails biting into his back. Pleasure bombards her and she swears she can see colors inside of her eyelids as she squeezes them shut, clinging to him, unable to, no, not wanting to let go.
Past her would have wanted to turn back time, to make things right.
Present her would not trade any of this.]
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He hits his own peak as she cleaves to him, a raw groan escaping him as he greedily claims another kiss, his teeth catching against her lower lip as the roll of his hips falters one last time before he buries himself deep, bucking into her as he spends himself. There are no thoughts as the moment takes him, but it is a welcome and blissful sort of emptiness, warm instead of vast and lonely.
Several moments pass before he starts to regain himself, his heart still racing as he seeks to kiss her without pulling out, happy to remain entangled as long as they can manage.]
You are stunning.
[Some part of him had wanted this since the first time they had been forced to part ways, and even so, the reality of being with her has surpassed every hope, every expectation.]
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There's not an ounce of guilt to be found as he winds down and stays entangled with her. Her hands move up and down his spine and pauses to rub and massage his shoulder blades as she returns his kisses, wondering if she would ever tire of them.
And when he calls her stunning, she knows that she never will.
Finding the need to catch her breath a little more, she takes one hand and moves her fingers to trace his lower lip.]
You are audacious.
[It's said tiredly, but soft and sweet, even for her. She does want to hold him all night, so she makes that clear by kissing her way around his jawline and down the base of his throat.]
And I hope you want more of me.
[It will be another long night, one that they deserved after far too long.]
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[He laughs against the brush of her fingers; it's a compliment as much as an admonishment, and his smile pulls wide, causing that crinkling at the corners of his eyes that always manage to appear in those truly joyful moments, his lips gently puckering against her fingertips.
Every touch is a balm, the press of her fingers against his shoulderblades reaching deeper than he knew to be possible, and the trail of her lips along his jaw and down the column of his throat threatens to send another shiver through him, just as surely as that soft lilt in her voice does. A soft noise sounds at the back of his throat, his skin flush beneath her lips.]
I assure you, it will take far, far more than that to sate me.
[He raises a hand to lightly brush some of her hair back from her brow; he's sure they both look a sight at this point, and the night is still young, by all accounts. He runs a hand over the curve of her hip and beneath the thigh that's dropped beneath his own waist, his gaze heavy with admiration and sheer wanting as she reaches the base of his throat.]
I want as much of you as I can possibly get.
๐
And not surprisingly, Amelia finds that she has much more to give. If it can bring out that smile that's only for her, the gaze that marks her his world, than she would give in to him again and again, then it would be worth all the pain and directionless guilt that they were mired in.
There's something to be said about fate and fortune, boldness, braveness, and she wants to construct a poem out of the moment between them and their second long night butโ
"Donโt leave now that youโre hereโ
Stay. So the world may become like itself again:"
The Ahmed Faiz poem comes back full circle.
And as she wraps her arms around his shoulders, drinks in his lips with an eternal thirst, and gives her touch, body, and voice to him, the world becomes not just itself again, but something new.
Beautiful, vast, and like a sea of stars waiting to be explored.]