The piercing light of the stars shone through the midnight blue of the summer night's sky. Curtains reflected the outdoor scene framed the windows, bared open to drench the room with pale moonlight.
Opposite the window, the rustle of silk on flesh was heard. A man brushed his lips along the column of his lady's throat. A breathless sigh escaped from her lips as she arched her body towards his touch. Her hand reached to his brow and played teasingly with one of his golden locks.
His mouth moved from the hollow of her throat to dip his tongue behind her ear, running it over the curve, and catching the lobe in his teeth. Nibbling delicately, her body shivered with delight. She moaned aloud and he drew the lobe into his mouth and enclosed it within his lips.
Her response to his touch filled him with fresh desire. He moved down her body, touching his mouth to her breasts, flicking his tongue over her nipples, She skimmed her fingers up and down his spine, raking her nails over his shoulders and down to his buttocks.
Together they took in a breath and he began to whisper followed by her tender voice.
"How sweet the answer Echo makes to music at night…"
"When roused by lute or horn,"
"She wakes and far away o'er lawns and lakes goes answering light?"
"Yet love have echoes truer far and far more sweet…"
"Than e'er beneath the moonlight's star of horn or lute or soft guitar."
"The songs repeat."
"'Tis when the sign on youth sincere and only then-…"
""The sigh that breathed for one to hear…"
"Is by that one, that only dear…"
Breathed back again."
He teased her with his slight caresses, each time inching closer and closer to her very being. His stiffened flesh pulsed on her thigh and she swayed to force him nearer.
Trailing his tongue, he dipped into her navel, swift tender piercings of longing, loving.
Pulling herself to his body, she coiled around him, easing his glorious frame to his back. Raising herself over him, she guided his hands to her breasts. Gently he kneaded them then passed on to rest on her hips.
Bearing down, she put pressure on their union, joining his body with hers. Fire sang in her blood as her eyes shone with desire. The moonlight shimmered on her damp flesh as he watched her move.
Ever so slowly she rose and fell over him, possessed by an ancient rhythm, a rhythm that drummed over her body, pulsed in her ears, screamed through her blood. Rising, falling, over him, under him. He reversed their positions with an ease that fit his dancer body.
Grasping her hips with a bruising force, he hoisted her towards him, arching her back and hips. Violently he thrust into her, emotion spewing from his eyes. She cried out in ecstasy and caught his shoulders. Together they moved in a sensual dance, fulfilling each other so completely they fused. His fingers lit ice-blue warmth on her skin and her body jerked as she succumbed to the pleasure, the torture, the release.
His body, caught up in her feeling, exploded with her. Their pieces floated in the moonlight, sparkling like angel dust on the night sky. Softly they settled back into separate bodies, leaving tiny traces of themselves in their mate's entity.
They rolled as one and wrapped all of their limbs around the other, holding each other as close as possible. He licked the beaded sweat off her shoulders and kissed the hollow of her throat. She lifted her arm to trail over his brow then rest his head on her breasts. She guided her fingers up and down his neck, over his shoulder blades, and down his spine.
His breath puffed against her skin, cooling her. He kissed her belly reverently. "I could have lost you both."
"You saved us."
"I can't be without you. You are my life."
"I love you."
With his head resting over their baby's heartbeat, he drifted into sleep. She caressed his hair then touched her hand to the spot where their child lay. Gently he whispered in his sleep.
"Piper."
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