OOC: Memory (003) "Beloved"
Warning: The following contains explicit adult content. You have been warned.
The first thing that came tearing into his senses was the feel of something hot around him, pulling him in. The feel of flesh under his skin and the feel of her around his cock as he drove deeper into her. Next came the moans, the pant as he moved, and her voice was beautiful, pitched perfectly and he could feel something under them, a cloth of some sort that had a bit of give.
A hand on him, then, her nails digging into his skin and he thrust harder in retaliation. She moaned one long, last time, her voice deafening in the void of other senses.
He heard his own gasp, felt her skin under him, soft and yielding, and he felt himself nod softly. His voice was silent of the moaning of his partner, but he could hear his breath growing ragged, and he could feel the pull of sensation from him as the moans increased, her nails digging in abruptly for a moment and he could hear her choking out something.
She closed around him, tightening for a few agonizing seconds, and it was then that he came, thrusting a last few times and riding out the waves of pleasure she drained from him. There was a moment of almost nothing, and then he felt himself pull back, the air suddenly cold against his skin where he knew sweat was drying. He felt himself move to lay down on whatever they were on, his skin just barely touching hers and her breathing growing steady.
"Klavier..." And she swallowed, her voice barely above a whisper. These were private words, meant to be heard by no one else. "...I love you."
"I love you as well, Beloved." He could feel his lips curl in a smile and he felt his hand run down her face and gently brush back a strand of her soft hair.
He did not have to see her to know that she was the most beautiful woman he would ever lay his eyes on, all green eyes and brown hair, the woman from his dream.
The first thing that came tearing into his senses was the feel of something hot around him, pulling him in. The feel of flesh under his skin and the feel of her around his cock as he drove deeper into her. Next came the moans, the pant as he moved, and her voice was beautiful, pitched perfectly and he could feel something under them, a cloth of some sort that had a bit of give.
A hand on him, then, her nails digging into his skin and he thrust harder in retaliation. She moaned one long, last time, her voice deafening in the void of other senses.
He heard his own gasp, felt her skin under him, soft and yielding, and he felt himself nod softly. His voice was silent of the moaning of his partner, but he could hear his breath growing ragged, and he could feel the pull of sensation from him as the moans increased, her nails digging in abruptly for a moment and he could hear her choking out something.
She closed around him, tightening for a few agonizing seconds, and it was then that he came, thrusting a last few times and riding out the waves of pleasure she drained from him. There was a moment of almost nothing, and then he felt himself pull back, the air suddenly cold against his skin where he knew sweat was drying. He felt himself move to lay down on whatever they were on, his skin just barely touching hers and her breathing growing steady.
"Klavier..." And she swallowed, her voice barely above a whisper. These were private words, meant to be heard by no one else. "...I love you."
"I love you as well, Beloved." He could feel his lips curl in a smile and he felt his hand run down her face and gently brush back a strand of her soft hair.
He did not have to see her to know that she was the most beautiful woman he would ever lay his eyes on, all green eyes and brown hair, the woman from his dream.