Emptiness. It is all I feel as he withdraws his fingers. A complete and utter emptiness that fills my body with need.
"Please…" I know I shouldn't beg, it's shameful really, but he has brought me to this place again where all rationality has left me.
He smiles at me. I hate him, I really do. I hate him because of the fact that I love him so much that he can put me under his spell with no more than a glance, because he can reduce me to this shuddering wreck so easily.
"Merry, please!" My voice is so rough that I can hardly recognise it as my voice. "Please…" I try to keep my voice low and steady, but I can hear the clear shiver in it. I gasp for breath and wait. And wait. And wait.
He thrusts inside me with one swift thrust, and for a moment I think I will break in two, but then his lips are on mine and I forget the pain for the pleasure. And the pain slowly leaves me, and now all I can feel is pleasure – more pleasure than I have ever felt before.
"Mmm… oh, Pip, I love you…" He sighs against me, and I want to tell him that I love him too, but I can't regain enough control over my senses to do so. All I can do is thrust a bit harder and try to remember to tell him later.
It is that moment, the very moment when he surrounds me, and I feel his warmness within me, that gives me the most wonderful feelings ever. Scents and sounds blur together, and I close my eyes as everything starts spinning, and I give myself to him as he gives himself to me, and the moment is nothing short of perfect.
I am engulfed in the big wave. I can't swim, but I have a fast grip of him so it doesn't matter, I let the waves take me and I drown completely. For one short moment all his love washes over me, and it is so much love that I almost can't take it all at once. And then his love mingles with all my love and there we are, two little hobbits caught in the current of more love than you could ever imagine. He is drowning with me.
It is not until our love has returned to a normal level – and that still is quite an amount of love – that I am able to breath properly again and dare to open my eyes. And there he is, my darling Merry, smiling brightly at me, silently asking if I'm ok.
I nod, and take a deep breath of the sweet air that fills the room, and then I am able to tell him. "I love you too, Merry."
He hold me tight then, kissing my hair and in whispering words lets me know how precious he thinks I am, and how much he loves me. And I love him exactly the same way, and he is just as dear to me. Because he is nothing less than perfect.
THE END
"Please…" I know I shouldn't beg, it's shameful really, but he has brought me to this place again where all rationality has left me.
He smiles at me. I hate him, I really do. I hate him because of the fact that I love him so much that he can put me under his spell with no more than a glance, because he can reduce me to this shuddering wreck so easily.
"Merry, please!" My voice is so rough that I can hardly recognise it as my voice. "Please…" I try to keep my voice low and steady, but I can hear the clear shiver in it. I gasp for breath and wait. And wait. And wait.
He thrusts inside me with one swift thrust, and for a moment I think I will break in two, but then his lips are on mine and I forget the pain for the pleasure. And the pain slowly leaves me, and now all I can feel is pleasure – more pleasure than I have ever felt before.
"Mmm… oh, Pip, I love you…" He sighs against me, and I want to tell him that I love him too, but I can't regain enough control over my senses to do so. All I can do is thrust a bit harder and try to remember to tell him later.
It is that moment, the very moment when he surrounds me, and I feel his warmness within me, that gives me the most wonderful feelings ever. Scents and sounds blur together, and I close my eyes as everything starts spinning, and I give myself to him as he gives himself to me, and the moment is nothing short of perfect.
I am engulfed in the big wave. I can't swim, but I have a fast grip of him so it doesn't matter, I let the waves take me and I drown completely. For one short moment all his love washes over me, and it is so much love that I almost can't take it all at once. And then his love mingles with all my love and there we are, two little hobbits caught in the current of more love than you could ever imagine. He is drowning with me.
It is not until our love has returned to a normal level – and that still is quite an amount of love – that I am able to breath properly again and dare to open my eyes. And there he is, my darling Merry, smiling brightly at me, silently asking if I'm ok.
I nod, and take a deep breath of the sweet air that fills the room, and then I am able to tell him. "I love you too, Merry."
He hold me tight then, kissing my hair and in whispering words lets me know how precious he thinks I am, and how much he loves me. And I love him exactly the same way, and he is just as dear to me. Because he is nothing less than perfect.
THE END