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I can feel your heart beating fast against my fingertips as I trace the planes of your back, watching as you rise and fall with each slow breath you take. I can see the small marks I had imprinted into your skin the night before, remembering the taste of your smooth skin, the sound of your rough breaths and soft squeals of pleasure. As I watch you in your state of sleep, I caress your lower back in gentle circles, giving a sleepy grin at the memory. You had been so persistent. As you pushed me down onto our mattress with those tiny hands of yours, you pushed a lock of your dark hair behind your ear, a look of both lust and love clashing in your deep brown eyes. You didn't know what you were doing, straddling me with a leg on either side of me, your hips grazing mine sending chills up my spine and fierce blushes to your cheeks. I didn't move, not really, allowing you to do your gentle yet demanding dance. I smiled though, digging my teeth into my lip as I began to feel a sense of warmth in my gut, realizing that it was working. I was beginning to want this as much as you. You gave me a delicate smile, having stopped your dance along the in-between of my own thighs. Positioned just above me, you leaned down, planting soft pecks along the vein in my neck, tracing up my jaw-line until you finally reached my lips. There you nibbled and kissed, waiting for me to return the favor. I eagerly grabbed a fistful of your soft hair, pulling your face even closer than it already was as I crashed my lips against yours, slowly reversing the positions. Now you were below me, a beautiful site you were, my hands beginning to wander your body. Your eyes were closed as you bit your lip since we parted, my fingers tugging at the hem of your shirt to pull it off. It tore up the seams, slowly exposing your porcelain skin. You were so beautiful it killed me. I rested my forehead against yours, taking in the sweet scent of your breath, my hands inching up and down your sides like feathers… A hiccup in your breathing interrupted my recollections. Concerned, I moved a little and tilted my head just enough to see your face, peaceful and sweet. Nothing really had changed. You were still asleep. I let out a breath of my own, relieved that whatever dream you had been dreaming did not wake you. A small chuckle escaped along with the breath. You were a heavy sleeper. You won't wake up for a while. I stopped my constant caressing, afraid of awakening you no matter how deep in sleep you were. Closing my eyes, I thought. No words could come to mind, only pictures. Images of your cute expressions circling my head. Frustration, sheer delight over something silly, hope, anger, hate, sadness. Even if they were terrible, they were still adorable in my eyes. And as intense as you could be, I didn't mind. It was part of who you were. And that, my sweet girl, who you are is why I love you.
