Neither of them knew how or why they were standing in the open field just staring at each other not saying a word, just locked in each other's gaze for an eternity. Even from where they stood they knew that they held some significant hold to one another but were lost to find the cause of such a connection without words or touch being exchanged. She watched him as he slowly took those first steps towards the sun filled space between them, dousing him in sun light, causing his bronzed skin to glow in the most beautiful way. His short hair; pitch black matching the intensity of his eyes as he watched her standing in the shadows. Those eyes, she got lost in their never ending chasm of emotion that played out what he was trying so desperately to hide from her. The awe, love and need that until this moment he never knew he would feel. He had seen his friends stare at their loved ones with these emotions and now he understood why they seemed lost yet at the same time at home.
As he came to a stop half way through the field she was able to take the human god in her sight completely, she drank his appearance in as if she had never had a drink in her life. His stance was that of a proud man, rising to his full height that she could see would tower over her small frame, and while normally she would feel frightened at this thought, looking at the man in front of her she felt safe. She watched as his arms twitched, with something of animal instinct to take what was his, and she knew without a doubt that she was truly his. Nothing and no-one would be able to remove her once she was safely in his arms. He stood there in nothing but cut off shorts and sneakers. A picture of roughly chiselled marble that you would never tire of looking at. Slowly she raised her eyes back to his face, and was met with the smirk that told her everything she needed to know about his personality.
Yes he was ruggedly handsome, almost as if sin itself was poured into a mould and resulted in the man who stood there before her. But his smile showed his playful demeanour; he was not as serious as he appeared to be. No when it was time to play, he did indeed enjoy himself. He could be cheeky, passionate, loving, and a warrior in human guise. His strength was not something to mock, but to respect. Not just his physical strength but also his emotional and mental strength. He cared for all and left none without the feeling of protection. Slowly he raised his hand, beckoning her to close the gap and meet him halfway. They would be equals in this, neither dominating the other nor taking their choice away from the other. If she chose not to enter the field he would be fine, content in just staring at the beauty that stood there before him. With bated breath she slowly entered the field.
He watched her as the milky white skinned young woman entered the field, her colour making it seem she was an angel stepping forward from the shadows, and if this was true he would follow her gladly. Never had he felt this content yet wanting more; so much more. Her deep brown hair, shimmering with hints of red contrasted with her softness that it was humbling to a man who until this moment never knew what true beauty was. Her eyes shimmered with pools of chocolate brown, holding her secrets that were hidden forever, until she was willing to set them free. And her lips, he would get on bended knee just to touch them and forever be happy with just that one touch. The cherry redness had begged him to taste, lick, suck on those pouted lips to see if they not only resembled the colour of cherries, but the taste and juicy nectar that would leak from them.
She was smaller than him; he noted that she barely reached his shoulder, more aligned to his chest. Fitting into his embrace as if a glove specifically made for him. Her curves held nothing but beauty as she breathed heavily the closer she came to him. Slowly he looked down at her petite figure, her chest was perfect, and if he had to guess she would be a c cup easily. She narrowed at the waist before widening at the hips. Her backside he could only assume was perfection. Yet it was her legs that seemed to go on for an eternity. Those long slender legs that travelled into uncharted territory. How he knew she had not been touched he didn't know but he was honoured that he would be her first and only partner and mate.
Her simple appearance drew him to the situation at hand. That dress, as white as she appeared with only slight hues of pale blue scattered throughout the material. If he didn't know better he would think that the dress was a mirror of her eyes. Resting just above her knees and beginning at the top of her chest his breath caught as she radiated beauty and innocence. Reluctantly he met her gaze and it was his turn to blush as she let him drink her in as she did him. The soft smile that played on her lips and the wonder in her eyes brought him back into the moment. Taking a deep breath he could smell her arousal, and groaned as she finally stood before him, looking up through her lashes.
Slowly almost torturously he raised his hand and placed it on her cheek gently. He watched fascinated as she melted into his touch as she closed her eyes to the feel of the warmth that radiated from his touch. Gently she turned her head, pressing her lips to pulsing vein in his wrist. The touch sent a shiver up his spine. That one little touch was all he would need to feel complete for the rest of his days. As gently as she pressed those soft lips to his wrist, he traced his fingers down the side of her face, devouring not only her scent and arousal but the feel of this woman in front of him. As each second went by neither of them wanted to step away from the intimacy that had fallen between them.
Subconsciously she raised her head as he lowered his to her. Both lost in the other, and revelling in that feeling of being complete with the one you were meant to be for the rest of your life. When their lips met, it was everything and more than either had ever felt before. The sweet breath of her and the power of him mixed in perfect harmony as they closed the gap that had been left between them. Gently he ran his tongue across her lower lip, begging for entrance into her mouth, something she was willing to give to this man before her. She allowed him to explore her mouth entirely before she too began the exploration of the man she was lost irrevocably in. She felt the growl that rumbled in his chest as she willingly gave him control once more, as he entwined his fingers in her long locks with his right hand as his left began to stroke her lower back. Her moan of pleasure did not go unnoticed; rather it fuelled his movements further.
His touch was like feathers on her sensitive skin as he caressed her in such a new and wonderful way. No man had ever made her feel this wanted and loved. With the tips of her fingers she ran her hands up and down the side of his torso, enjoying the rippling sensation that flowed through him at the simplest of touches. It was at this time she noticed the new development that was taking place within her. The butterflies that had only fluttered at his gentle touch began to whirl with such force she needed something. What that something was she didn't quite know; but she did know that it was by this god among men that could and would be the only one that could for fill this need.
She gasped as she felt his hand lower the zip of her dress down her back, and moaned as his touch became more concentrated in its feel. Yet with all those things that are too good to be true, their kiss needed to end, she was gasping not only because of the sensations this man was bringing to her, but also for the needed breath that was fighting to enter her lungs. His mouth descended on her soft delicate skin of her neck. And with his hand still within her locks he tilted her head to gain better access to the spot that was crying for his attention. Slowly she lowered her arms allowing for the material that was still clinging to her small frame to fall to the ground, pooling at her feet before he could notice the difference. Or so she thought. She stood there for him to see in nothing but a pair of white lace panties. Wanting to meet his gaze; but feeling those insecurities that many girls feel during their first time.
"Beautiful." He whispered next to her ear his voice holding a husky tenor enticing her even more. Allowing her to feel the reaction she was causing him to feel. She couldn't help but feel a little pride; it was her body that he craved, almost as much as she craved his. She allowed him to lower her body to the ground, neither knowing how or when the softest of blankets had appeared. But she accepted his need to control this time, that he would make her feel everything and so much more. Reluctantly he had to remover his hand from her hair, but allowed it to travel down her creamy side reaching its destination at the hem of her panties. It was here that he began to caress her skin; paying homage to the gentle texture and honouring the feeling that was growing stronger in him. He lowered his mouth to her chest, his eyes never leaving hers. Allowing her to stop this at anytime that she began to feel uncomfortable. But if anything she wanted him to continue on, going further than she had ever felt before.
As if reading her mind his hand dipped under the edge of her underwear snaking its way towards her soft and sensitive lips. Lips that had never been touched he was sure of this. No man would ever give this angel up willingly and he knew that she would never allow anyone to ever touch her again as he was. She moaned at his sudden touch, causing his hard erection to become painful. And as much as he wanted to be inside her, he wanted to make sure that she felt the immense satisfaction before he would allow himself to be one with her. Gently he ran his finger over her sensitive bundle of nerves and she arched her back, almost begging for more of what he had started. He smiled as he thought that she too felt the need and desire that he was now lost within. He slowly entered one finger in her opening, before stilling his movements; allowing her to become comfortable with the intrusion that her body would be feeling. Once she had began to move her own hips almost grinding his finger he began to move within her, before gently adding another and allowing her to be comfortable in this intrusion once more.
He continued his movements as he felt her start to flutter around him, he knew she was close to her release, and wanted to enjoy it, but at the same time wanting to be insider her as she did so. She was lost in the new and wonderful feeling to realise what was going on, as he raised himself to remove his pants and shoes before aligning himself with her entrance as she opened her eyes to be met with his loving gaze. She whimpered as she began to feel the beginning of her release as he removed his fingers; but felt as she clamped down on something else inside her. She was so lost in the feeling of pure bliss that she only felt the smallest of pain that occurred when her barrier was lovingly broken. He again stilled to allow her to ride out her release and become accustomed once more to the intrusion that had taken place inside her once more.
It wasn't until she opened her eyes again that he began to move within her, waiting for her to tell him that she was ready for him to continue. Ever so slowly he began to pull out of her, bringing a whimper from her soft lips, ending with a mouth watering sigh as he pushed back into her completing the feeling between them once more. He continued his movements within her, at a gentle and sow pace that had them both coming ever so close to their individual releases. Whether it was merely seconds or hours neither knew nor cared as he peppered her face and any area that he could reach with gentle and loving kisses over and piece of sin he could reach, until he met her lips with his own. The passion that was held within the meeting of their lips brought both of them to their release, both crying out in utter satisfaction and feeling complete with one another. Gently he rested his head on her shoulder, kissing her with feather like touches, earning him the softest of sighs that fell from her lips as her sensitive skin tingled with each touch.
Simultaneously two people living on opposite ends of their small community woke with a start. Both feeling as if their joined dream was so real. It was 4:05 am and both sighed as the dream rocked their memories with a feeling of something more and their bodies tingling with anticipation of what was to come. One to face the unknown of what was to come after the most horrific instances someone would ever face; while the other to face the tedious and continuous routine that had been adhered to for the last year. With a sigh they fell once more into their separate beds, as sleep drifted once more over them. Both sleeping peacefully, with smiles on their faces; knowing that no matter what was to happen they would remember that dream and their partner for the rest of their lives.