Beyond Innocence

Tilting his head, he said softly,“ Love is a temporary insanity curable by marriage, as they say. It fucks people up.”

“So you do believe in love?”

He shook his head a little as he replied,“ If it means touching you whenever,wherever,however I want, worshiping and caressing your body with mine thoroughly, giving you mine all and taking every bit of you in return, then Hell Yeah, that’s Love for me.”

She never imagined him to use the L-word anyway in reference to hers. They stared at each other for quite some time, both on their knees, waiting for the moment to hit its heat up again.

Beautiful. Warm. Soft.

He cupped her in his hand, enjoying the warmth of her palm holding him against her. She closed her eyes, and he watched her face in the dwindling twilight.

 How could she look so fragile and yet so powerful at the same time?

She trusted him. She told him so with her body and he found himself needing to swallow hard as his fingers moved. She moved him in a way no woman ever had before. Everything about her was honest, and each day was better because she was in it.

He kissed the corner of her mouth when she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, waiting for him to touch her where she needed to be touched. She looked caught somewhere between pain and pleasure, surrendered, womanly.

He kissed her because his mouth needed hers,deep, wild open kisses, as close as he could get. His tongue stroke inside her mouth as he made his way to make her see stars.

Gosh,she thought, this man knows how to kiss, like there’s no tomorrow.

Her fingers slid between his and he was suddenly hyper-aware of every sensation.

Her body was so ready for him. Slick.

Her head moved against his shoulder. Restless.

Her back as warm against his chest. Pressed.

Her hips undulated into his erection, massaging him. Hard.

She was right on the edge of her orgasm. Shimmering.

He built her up. Steady.

Jesus, she was beautiful. Abandoned. Totally fucking breath-taking.

“I’m going to claim you with the entire universe looking on, because you are mine and you always will be, no matter where we go from here.” He murmured leaning,lips pressed into her neck, his voice was like smooth silk against her skin.

He pressed his hands against the soft earth at either side of her as he lifted himself and looked into her eyes.

There was heat, but it was fast fading to playfulness.

It was beyond sensual. She closed her eyes and let her emotions wash over her.

Peace. Desire. Gratitude. Passion. Contentment.

She felt like Cinderella at the stroke of midnight, except she hadn’t lost her shoe but herself. Lost in the arms of her Prince charming who had awaken her needs and desires within her that she’d never before acknowledged.

He’d opened Pandora's box, and there was no way to put its trouble back inside again, even if she sat on the lid.

When she woke up, he was still fast asleep beside her, arms around her waist holding her like he would never let her go.

The old words flashed through her memory, how she promised not to make the same mistake again.

“Promise.” Cliche as it was, she loved romance.

She once she thought ‘whatever-happens-tonight-stays-between-us’.

And that, the fantasy bubble they were in, the whole night would be bursting when the reality hit as she leaves in the morning in a while,with the bit of sunlight.