A Taste

Standing in the darkness of her room she knew what was to come. Like the blanket of the night that came wheneve the sun went down so would he. The shuffling of his feet and the soft intake of his breath. It never failed to delight her the way he was taken by her. She had never known a man quite like him, who dove into her heart and seemed to know what she wanted almost inside and out. Not a muscle moved in her body for fear that he would realize she was awake. Sometimes she liked to watch him watch her in the fading light. 1

'Your so beautiful.' Light strong words barely above a whisper. Almost as if he was afraid that saying them would break her. She closed her eyes basking in the feeling she received when he said those words. Like every time cut one of the thousand ropes that held her back from beleiving they were true. Feet shuffled against the carpet as he closed the distance between them. It wasn't hard for her to know that he already ached to be with her completely. And yet as much as he ached he wanted her to enjoy it as well. He kissed her softly enjoying the sweet taste of her lips. Running a hand over her body softly carressing his favorite parts. Funny thing was every part of her body seemed to be his favorite and most spots often made her laugh.2

Though tonight was more then that. It was their first real night alone in their own place. Together at last. It didn't matter that the bills sitting not to far away were still going unpaid and that more then twice now their electric had been shut off. They were making do with what they had and slowly claiming back their life together. She put all those thoughts from her mind locking them away. Knowing that right now was about him and her. The love they shared, finally together. They never would have dreamed. 3

He ran his fingers throu her hair careful not to pull and not to disturb her if sleep is what she really desired. Breathing slowed and she trailed her hand up his arm to his neck. They stared at each other brown and hazel eyes for a long time. A hand came to rest on her cheek and the words he spoke in that tone were for her and her alone.4

'So beautiful my poppet.' A smile graced her lips and her eyes lit up. It was then that he saw it and every other time she lit up like this. In her eyes he saw his whole world. Everything he ever wanted or needed was there. 'Your the only one in this world that is worth it.' Everything he was talking about had passed a couple months before. Leaning up her lips touched his in a soft carress. It was all the permission he needed.5

Hands traveled up her shirt and caressed her softly a moan escaped her lips and it didn't matter now. Her hands slipped up his shirt and ran her fingertips in a small design over his stomach. He let a growl slip. Somehow she knew the best ways to torture him until he could barely control himself. 6

Losing control was one of those things that drove her crazy. When either one would loose control and just take the lead. A part of her ached for that moment. When he would loose control and take her in every way. And yet a part of her feared that as well not because of what he would do but more because she wanted to be able to be the woman.7

Kissing him again she let all her thoughts slip away. Right now all that mattered was him and her together. Pulling him he shifted his weight so that he was above her. Leaning over he sucked softly on her neck and whispered.8

'One day you won't have to work. Then I will leave hicky's all over this fragile neck of yours.' Giggling she lifted her neck more to allow him better access. Smiling as he took advantage of the moment. 9

The way she moved inticed him to want to do so much more then he thought she would accept. He always held back for fear of more then just that.10

She wrapped her legs around him and whipsered to him softly of all the things she wished to do. To lick his cock from tip to end and kiss the tip ever so softly. How she would suck on just the tip just to hear him moan her name. She whispered over and over that she loved the way it felt in her mouth. A treat is what she wanted him to think of it as. Just as his tongue near her core was a treat for her. A treat that he didn't often indulge though if he chose to she wouldn't mind. It was something she wasn't use to. The thought of him inside her with his tongue just seemed to make her wet and at that thought she paused in her whispered to moan softly into his ear.11

Surprised he looked at her, 'What are you thinking about?' A blush rose to her cheeks as the thought came tumbling back with a vengence. Her hips started to grind against his and she spoke so softly he had to strain to hear her.12

'I was thinking about your tongue carressing the inside of me.' A wicked smile played over her lips. Everything about her drove him crazy to new heights. He didn't understand it but he didn't need to. He loved her that was all that mattered to him. They lingered around each other teasing each other for so long. Him sucking on her neck and slowly pealing away her shirt. To find what he loved to treasure. Her chest lay before him. Softly he nibbled and sucked around them until they were hard before taking the hard nipple into his mouth and sucking on it.13

A soft moan escaped her lips....