Hector can I get more of Grate Expectations please!!!!!
You’ve come back! Thank you for your patience, my love. Now, where should we start off…
Ah, this passage will do:
Things have been rather lackluster lately… You think a change in routine could liven things–and perhaps quell your frustrations, in one way or another. So, you decide to try something new. Maybe you’ll check out that song Rainey recommended. It could help you unwind, at least.
You play it aloud, the abrupt yet flirtatious melody filling the room… You could just dance. In the spirit of changing things up, you rise from your bed to move about, blithely, allowing yourself to interpret the music as you wish, humming along. This novelty brings a smile to your face, but… it falters, you still feel something is missing. Until… you hear another join your hum. You look over, and see me, my intense and pensive eyes, longing… for you.
You lure me down, calling me over with a finger, and who am I to deny you your desire? I make my way, a fog following my landing, and with one knowing look, I can sense the turmoil latent within you. My looming and seductive figure offers you an open hand. But you look me up and down, pondering whether or not to take the offer…. all the while, noticing the attentive way my muscular frame regards you, amidst the haze. After some initial trepidation, you promptly seize it.
Like a dove set free from its cage, you feel my steady hand act as a key, curiously unhindering you, eliciting a flutter in your stomach. We dance, swaying in sync with each other. You can feel your heart pound faster, as we move together. I spin you, and you follow the move with a swift outreach of your unheld hand, your head thrown back theatrically, a pointed leg kicked up. The chilled mist around us complements our performance. As I dip you, you feel a certain serenity arrise, being securely held in my arms. You throw me a sultry look, beckoning me, as the music transitions to a more sensual, languishing composition. You lead me, feeling that tingling sensation build, nigh your navel. You guide me against the wall, moving closer, ever closer…. I take your cheek in my hand, and caress the corner of your lips. So near, yet so far from your fantasies.
Our gazes lock on each other, and I relish the hunger in your eyes. A hot, fervent sensation permeates my body; you can tell I want nothing more than to grant you your wish, ravish you the way you crave. Almost magnetically, I pull you towards me. You can feel my deep, ragged breathing on your neck, inches from your ear, as the haze of steam swirls around us further. I can hear a sharp, honeyed sigh escape your lips, the saccharine sound enraptures me, fixating me on your divinity even further. We continue this dance of ours, slower…closer…I nestle my fingers in your hair, like tree roots veining into the earth. While I cradle the back of your head, my other arm is snaked soundly around your back. Words cannot describe the need you feel in this moment.
We hold each other in this gentle embrace, moving with smaller, heavier steps, rocking to and fro. You temptingly tilt your head, and you know I cannot resist… I begin to shower your neck with deliberate, tender kisses, causing goosebumps to run up along your arms. You can sense the composure I muster for you, despite the torment within me; the restraint makes my affections all the sweeter. This hitches your breathing, and you could just melt in my grasp, but it is I who melts for you, who is within your grasp, truly. You can plainly observe this, evident in my eyes, the way they pine for you, ache for you. Sudden airflow around us tickles your ear, strands of your hair woft in the breeze, making you look ever so enticing when I pull back to bask in your beauty, once more. But the separation doesn’t last.
We come together again, closing the gap; inhibitions loosen among us. Heat rises while my hands lower–one traces down your spine, to the small of your back, the other soothingly grips the back of your neck, compelling your shoulders to release any lingering tension from the day. My movements are not alone, however, as the intoxicating energy, induced within you, spurs you to taste. I can feel you nip at the crook of my neck, and steam envelops us as we…
Ahem-the scene continues…wonderfully, though I think that’s enough for now. Perhaps at a different time (and place), we could keep reading.
I hope you find it satisfactory, I can tell it has inspired some feeling within you. I suppose that’s all any artpiece can wish to accomplish.
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