In his blue-green eyes Chloe sees enough light to lead her through the darkness. The word 'love' still wet from his lips, rings in her ears, feeling like adrenaline shot straight into her heart.
The idea that this beautiful creature, warming her with the heat of his body, would love someone like her shakes Chloe to her very foundation. So desperately she desires to give more than her body to him, wanting her soul to surrender to the love he is professing; the love they can make together.
Forever, it seems, she has kept this wall around her heart, constantly
yearning to have one break down the barrier, all the while holding onto the fear that it would never come to be. Better to have hurt than be hurt, she thought, never realizing her actions in turn have kept her from feeling the things in life her heart was meant to beat for.
Feeling forever safe in the warmth of his embrace, Chloe lets go, believing finally in the possibility of happily ever after with the man who could give her always.
"Love me," she breathes, exhaling her fears, as with new breath, she trusts him to show her the way, ready to take the steps without looking back.
Upon her lips he lays his promise, softly assuring her he can be trusted with her heart, swearing always to treasure it.
Clasping her hands in his, they lace fingers, clinging to one another, willing their bodies to do that which their minds envision.
Raising her arms above her head, he pins her to the ground with the weight of his body, his hands tightly gripping hers as she clings to his.
His lips indulge in the delicate perfumed skin of her neck, teasing her with his nose and baited breath.
Moving her arms to her side to better position himself, he slowly glides down her body, allowing himself to lightly press tiny kisses against her warm flesh, treasuring every inch his lips glide against.
When he reaches her navel, she holds her breath, anxious to feel his mouth on her tummy. Puckering his beautiful lips, he gently blows onto her skin, exciting her with the rush of cool air on her flesh. She arches her lower back, very much into the moment. His eyes sparkle, happy to see Chloe able to let go of her inhibitions. He rewards her with his tongue, gently teasing and tickling her along the cute little trail of peach fuzz that leads him southward.
Finally cradled between her milky white thighs, he pauses once more to check her eyes, making sure he is not moving too quickly. Her long, thick lashes rest upon the top of her cheeks, her shadowed lids blocking out the world around her, allowing her to only experience the beauty of these tender moments.
Feeling it's safe to continue, he parts his mouth, softly summoning a thousand chills as his lips meet with hers. Delicately he begins to suckle her center, tickling her as his nose nuzzles against her. Like a newborn kitten, savoring his first taste of cream, Clark gently laps at her, delighting in the discovery of her sweetness.
Chloe's head falls back, her tongue falling against the roof of her mouth, causing her breath to send out tiny coos as she gasps for air. Squinting, she continues to block out everything but the exquisite feel of his lips on her own. She purrs, writhing against the exhilarating ecstasy his curiosity brings her. Tightening her grip on his hands, she lifts her hips, bracing her parted legs against the ground, yearning to feel him deep within her.
His lips savor her throbbing center, feeling the electricity surge through his own body as he leads her towards her peak. Peering up at her, seeking her approval, Clark can't help but notice how beautiful she is at this very moment, like a bird free of its cage, finally able to enjoy more than just what she feels she's entitled.
Poised at the precipice of this most intimate moment of her life, Chloe finds release, not just in the physical sense, but in the freedom of being able to express her innermost emotions.
The pleasure engulfing her takes over her mind, drowning all her inhibitions, as the euphoric waves of her orgasm crash over her. Not caring who might hear her, paying no regard for he might see, Chloe stretches out her legs upward, sharply pointing her toes towards the heavens, letting a deep pleasured groan escape from her lips, as she holds onto Clark tightly.
Flushed with passion, her ears thump as her heart pounds in her chest. The beating becomes harder and harder as the intensity builds within her, igniting her flesh with the flames of desire.
"Yesss," she hisses, letting the word cling to her tongue as one of her hands break free of his grasp deliriously seeking something in the air to cling to. With each beat of her heart, she repeats the affirmation, "Yes!" each one more breathless than the last. Blinded by the darkness invading her mind, she tries to ground herself, grasping the earth beneath her. Hoping to not harm the precious hand she still clings to, she punctuates her pleasure by digging her free hand deep into the ground, ripping a wad of grass out of the dirt, squeezing it unmercifully in her white knuckled fist.
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Breathless they lay flesh to flesh, their chests rising in unison; even their eyelashes batting in perfect synchronization. He can see through her eyes, and she can feel with his heart. His pleasure is hers to enjoy, her pain his endure. Together they are whole, and never will they be complete again without the other half of themselves.
He searches her eyes, finding the fullfillment he had hoped he could provide. She can feel him hard against her, his body so close to being able to enter her.
The very thought of him sliding into place makes her thighs tingle, and her body tighten. Every moment that ticks by in which he doesn't take her she's left to let her mind wander, a fate that only makes her tense. Regardless of how much she wants him deep within her, she can't help but be nervous, hesitating to completely surrender her body to he who seems to know her better than herself.
Reading her mind once again he whispers, "when you're ready," reassuring her with his gentle tone.
His fingers gently brush though her tousled hair, letting her know that when it comes to their relationship it will always be about her.
Just his acknowledgment of her reserve, makes her suddenly feel more calm.
Her hand slides down, easily finding his rigidness pressing against her soft flesh. As her fingers wrap around him, her touch summons a moan from his lips, making her long to please him more.
Slightly tightening her grip, she lets her hand glide up the length of him, then releasing slightly she slides her back to the base. Clark groans, gently thrusting himself into her hand.
Leaning up, he provides her space to work, excited to let her take the lead once more. Gently she brings him closer to her, repositioning her legs to open wide enough to receive him. Stroking him gently, she guides him downward with her freehand, lowering his back as she eases his tip into her waiting moist center.
Unable to resist, he slides into her slightly, enough to summon a moan from them both. Hesitating, he pulls out, unintentionally teasing her.
"Take me," she whispers, her breath warm against his chest as she wraps her arms around him, bracing for the fulfillment his body will bring her.
Ready to please her, he pushes himself deep into her with one powerful thrust, feeling her tight flesh stretching to accommodate him.
A deep moan escapes Chloe's lips, as though with his motion he forced the air out of her lungs. Her hands grip into his back, holding on, ready to feel him move deep inside her.
Rhythmically he moves his hips, pushing himself in and out of her, every stroke able to outdo the last.
Chloe wraps her legs tightly around him, allowing him to venture deeper, savoring every ounce of his flesh inside her own.
"Oh God," she moans, her hands gliding across the beads of sweat on his back.
Clark sees on her face the most exquisite expression, one that makes him truly happy. Within the throws of passion Chloe has found peace.
"I want to see you," Clark says, pausing in mid-stroke. Slowly sliding out of her, he grasps her waist, lifting her up in the air. He leans back; now he's the one lying against the grass. Placing her back down on him, his wish has come true; he can now see every ounce of her beautiful skin.
Chloe leans down, kissing him softly, as she eases him back inside her. His hands cradle her waist, guiding her upward, longing to feel her glide against him.
She leans up, stretching her back, allowing him to see her perfectly as he feels her all around him. She uses her knees to push off the ground, her breasts bouncing slightly as she uses her body to please both him and herself, a sight that thrills him.
His fingers glide up to her chest, warming her against the early morning chill as he cups her breasts in his large hands.
Her hands comb through her hair, as she arches her back, closing her eyes as her head falls back. She rotates her hips, teasing him, tempting him, torturing him all the while.
He moans, feeling his body throb more than he's ever experienced.
Gazing down at him, she sees herself reflected in his eyes, making her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. Working her pelvis onward and upward, she sees the reward of her motions evident on his face. He is close, and she wants to go there with him.
"Clark," she breathes, taking his hands back into her own. Her eyes say all he needs to hear.
Clark cradles the small of her back, as she leans down to once again indulge in his lips. She straightens one of her legs to lie against his, as he manages to stay inside her. He rolls them slightly, now both resting on their side, her one leg wrapped around his body.
Never had she been so tenderly touched, his body able to reach impenetrable parts of her soul. How perfectly they fit together, moving in perfect synchronization to the rhythm of their hearts which beat in unison.
Holding onto eachother tightly, he pushes himself deeper inside her, his thrusts quickly becoming more rapid. Chloe lets her mind think of nothing else but the feel of him within her, her fingers exploring his moist flesh as her own begins to quiver.
Slowly she begins to tighten around him, the cold air becoming harder to breathe in as her heart pounds in her chest. Enraptured in the moment, she can only see darkness as she hears him groan as he grinds hard into her.
She feels her whole body shaking as sounds escape her lips that prove he has pleased her immensely. Reaching his peak, she feels his grip on her tighten, his hips firmly holding his position, not anxious to slide out of the warm place in which she welcomed him.