You wanted to be tied down, taken. Played with, teased, brought to the edge only to be denied for hours, til the pleasure turns painful and you are begging, pleading for release, as tears are welling in your eyes, and rolling down your face. She tells you no, not to tonight.
She tells you that she wants to make love to you, cherish you, give to you, and take care of you.
Laying you down on the bed gently, she sits astride your abdomen. Slowly, so painstakingly slow, she undoes on button at a time. When she finally reaches that last button, she lightly pushes the shirt aside so that it falls on your sides. You see her admiring your body, and something more that you don't fully understand.
Her eyes meet yours. You see love, adoration, faith, and devotion in her eyes. You get so lost in her eyes and facial expressions, that you don't even realize that she has said something.
When her words bring you back to reality, you notice all of your clothes have been removed along with hers. She says "You are Beautiful." You want to scoff, to tell her otherwise, but before you can respond, her hand is on your heart.
"I know that you don't feel beautiful. You believe that your heart is black, and think that you are heartless. But that is not the truth. You have a heart, and I have seen it every day. Its in the way you look at others, the way you talk, its in the littles things you do, the big things you do, and the way you present yourself. You fought everyday to stray from the darkness that was just inches from your grasp. To hold to the person that you were and always will be. But darkness was your only solitude, your only sanity from insanity. You are the dark queen formed from good. I know you fight every day to keep from the darkness that lurks inside of you like like a lover curled around you holding tight afraid to let go. You are the strongest, decent, vulnerable, wonderful, giving, and loving person I know. I love you more than I can tell or show you, but I will do my best for the rest of our lives."
When she finishes, you have tears welling in your eyes. You don't know how to respond, or act, but you don't have to, because she knows.
She leans forward and lets her lips touch yours, so softly, they feel like the wind giving a chaste kiss. You reach up and fist your hands in her hair to deepen the kiss. She puts her hands on yours to gently pull them away and shakes her head no.
She increases the pressure of her lips to yours, but very little. She keeps things light, not allowing things to intensify. She maneuvers her body so her bottom half in resting in between your legs and her top half is laying atop you upper half, giving comfort and safety.
She aligns her center with yours and moves so, so very slowly. You can't take anymore of the slowness and move your hands down to her hips to get her to move faster. Again she gently pulls your hands away from her hips and shakes her head no.
Its all so soft, slow, and loving. You don't know how to deal with these new feeling beginning in your chest and radiating your body. Your only response is to whisper her name. Her only response is "I know."
She lays her head down to rest on your shoulder. You feel it. So sudden. You wonder how it was possible. You are not left with enough time to ponder, because she rocks her hips one final time. That last swipe of clit hitting clit. Your muscles tighten, back slightly arched, head barely thrown back. You whisper her name as you have the most intense orgasm ever. Her hips slowly stop rocking as you both come down from the high.
She lifts her head up to give you a kiss, before she scoots down just enough so she can lay her head on your chest to hear your heart beat. And she smiles, she smiles because you finally understand.