She was amazed when she looked at him. The tan skin and deep red eyes that smirked over at her. Amazed that somehow, in some life, they had been one and the same. Tonight she was just as amazed as her hands ran through the soft blonde hair. Hair, that caught the moonlight and shone with it. Long, silky, it fell around them like a curtain. Lightly wavy from its consistent braiding, she loved it. As she slipped the long white wrappings off of his face and neck, she trailed her fingers down his skin, feeling the muscle that lingered just below.
He was gorgeous, he always had been, and she burned with jealousy. That a certain green clad boy always noticed this mysterious man before he ever noticed her. Tonight however, this man was bent over her, and loving her.
He ran those slender hands down her sides and she shuddered with it. She shuddered with every touch of his warm hands as he unlaced her dress and freed her warm and flushed skin. His lips met her neck and started to trail soft, feather light kisses down her chest. She shuddered again, skin so sensitive and alive with his touches. She almost didn't realize he was speaking, her brain fogged she struggled to understand. Sweet nothings fell from his lips as he kissed his way back to her ear. Leaving love bites and fiery trails behind him.
He was still wearing that skin tight suit and wrappings around his legs and arms, and she made it her goal to remove them. She started with the wraps around his arms, and he stopped his ministrations to watch her do so. She planted kisses on each fingertip and trailed her kisses down his hands, as the wraps fell off of his left arm she trailed back up her kisses, before taking one long, slender and tan digit into her mouth, almost smirking at the hitching sigh that escaped him.
She made her eye contact with him and held it as she played with his fingers, watching the half lidded red gaze that followed each motion. He tasted sweet, he always had. She loved it, savored it. She unwrapped his other arm with her free hand, not letting up on his finger. He shivered with her finger's caresses and he shivered at the warmth of her tongue.
Part of her was curious, the boy was usually so demanding of her and tonight he was submissive. Maybe tonight was to end differently than usual, maybe he was just toying with her. Either way, she didn't mind. She finally released his finger with a pop and smirked as he shuddered. Now that his hands were free of her ministrations and their wrappings he shoved her back into the bed beneath them. Attacking her neck once more with kisses as his hands ran up her body to free her from her clothes.
She pressed back into each of his touches, each of his kisses, as he forcefully and hurriedly pulled off each layer of her skirts. So many layers. Her hands moved to touch him, and then they were pinned back to the bed with an animalistic growl. She shivered and met his eyes with her own. So much for submissive. He stared at her for a long moment, a moment she at one point thought might never end, before his hands moved to pull off the last skirting layer. Leaving her in naught but her undergarments. He was still mostly dressed and she yearned to peel those skin tight clothes from his body.
His kisses returned to her collarbones, working down her now free'd body. Stopping to kiss around the straps of her top, before, his arms came up and free'd her from it, and he attacked the exposed skin with kisses. She shuddered and pressed her body up and into each kiss, her fingers tangling in her own hair as her eyes closed. His hair was tickling against her skin and it set every nerve on fire.
God she had never felt so urgent, so needy in her life, not even with her own private ministrations, her hands moved up yet again to attempt to remove his clothes and his hands pushed her back once more. Pinning her wrists above her head as he suckled and bit down along her chest, earning soft mewls and cries from her. She shuddered and arched into each of his touches, his name escaping her lips in a harsh gasp as he bit once, a bit harder than she had expected. He laughed against her skin, and his kisses moved south, releasing her wrists to grip the hem of her lace and silk underwear.
She shivered and her legs parted with a mind of their own, but goddesses she needed him. He laughed and kisses trailed down each thigh slowly. He whispered something about how beautiful she was, his fingers slowly tugging away that piece of lace adorned silk and she whimpered.
Then there was heat
It was wet and strong and hot and her fingers clutched and dug into the sheets, her legs clasped around his head, keeping him firmly placed as she gasped and moaned wantonly. She almost felt ashamed at her cries, such like the whores that lingered in the taverns.
His hands gripped firmly at her thighs to keep her from moving away from him as he tended to her, and her fingers wrapped themselves in his hair. Those long golden strands that she loved so much.
Time seemed to go on so slowly, every second was nothing but intense need and pleasure and then suddenly it was pure, hot, white, bliss. She arched into him, her grip on him tightened and his name fell from her lips a million times over. He hummed against her, laughing faintly as she sank into the sheets panting, releasing her hold on him and basking in the afterglow of her pleasure.
He was gorgeous.