He had been fantasizing about this ever since he felt the connection towards her the day he accepted her words. He had fantasized about how he would hold her, how he would kiss her. She ran circles in his mind, he was a slave to how he pictured her skin to feel. He had been held above the edge and pushed over in waiting to run his hand through her hair, and now his pain was over because now.. she was beneath him.
It had happened quickly, they barely stopped to fully remove the clothes that stopped them from breathing in eachother's pure scent. He held her against him as he layed her onto the bed he had previously scattered with petals. A meaningless act, he now thought, as he knew they would soon be scattered around them ripped and torn. Their bodies half naked were never apart, they wanted to feel eachother on themselves at all times.
They did not kiss, they did not touch. For a while, they lay above and beneth eachother simply breathing. They drank in eachother's presence until the strength to resist was no more. Their heads became closer, their lips barely brushing against eachother. They felt eachother's hot and quivering breath before their lips became one. To be able to taste one another sent chills down his spine and the young woman beneth him couldn't help but tremble. She lifted her hand to his face and slowly through his hair which she proceeded to grip.
The kiss grew greedily, each lover wanting more. Hands tugged and pulled and lips were bitten. His tongue brushed her lower lip seeking entrance, to which she could not hold back her smile. She opened her mouth an inch and he took a mile, his tongue invading her like a serpent. She did not protest however, she succumbed to the hot, wet organ tasting and darting at her own. She let out moans she could not even attempt to stop. This only urged her lover on more, she could fell him hard against her.
The older took his lovers hands in one of his own and held them against the headboard. He could not hold back now. He had her, beneth him.. writhing in teased pleasure. He wanted to.. could he? Would she really let him wrap his hand around her small neck.. would she let him sqeeze with a grin? He trailed his fingertips down her chin, down her throat. He felt the ridges under the skin. She could tell what he was thinking, what he longed to do. That glint in his eye said it all and she strived to give him what he wanted. With a nudge of her leg to his groin, he knew he had consent.
He proceed to let her hands free from above her. He softy trailed his hands down her wrists, down her arms, along to her chest and up to her throat. He swallowed as everything around them ceased to exist, everything but this moment, everything but the young woman he called his own. He traced his thumbs up the middle of her neck, he felt every movement as she swallowed. His fingers soon followed with a grip. He moved his head closer to hers, foreheads touching as his grip continued to tighten. He loosened and tightened, feeling lightheaded with the pleasure her expressions were causing him. He was breathing heavily, the act making him harder than he had ever been. She was quivering now, letting out small cries. She could barely breathe against his hands, but she did not cry. She did not resist, she did nothing but stroke his face.
To inflict sweet pain on another is to love with great affection.
She gasped as he let go, her breathing quick and unstable. The act appeared erotic to her also, and continued to be so as her lover leaned down to kiss, lick and suck at the red marks left by his hands. Marks that would be forever engraved onto her skin.
Only i shall be the one to hurt you.