Repost from january 2005 from erotique series
Evening.
I looked into her eyes, holding her chin in my hand tilting her head slightly. Her gaze flickered back and forth as she tried to read something, but I kept my eyes steady, blank. She started to pull away so I shook my head slightly, just enough that she saw the movement and froze. Her hands fluttered uselessly for a second until she took a firm grip on the sides of her nightgown and twisted the fabric up holding her hands in place. I lowered my hand from her chin, running the edge of my thumb across the ridge of her lower lip in barely a whisper of touch as I pulled my hand away. Her pupils dilated slightly and she took a deep slow breath in. She was dressed in a cream silk gown that rode a few inches above her knees and draped over her shoulders on straps that were mere threads. It had no lace or pearls adornment, but needed none, it flowed over her hips and breasts smoothly; peaked slightly at her stiffening nipples. She swayed slightly as I examined her, drank her in with my eyes. Her hands twisted the fabric as she tried not to move and I furrowed my brow slightly, a mere narrowing of my eyes. It was enough to see however and she instantly let her hands go limp. I looked at the crumpled silk then up to her eyes, letting her see my disappointment. Her eyes widened minutely and glistened, slightly moist. I reached forward and smoothed my hand over the rumples aware that she held her breath as I touched her. Her skin was like fire under the cool silk, but I forced myself to stop once the worst of the wrinkles had disappeared. I lifted a finger to her lips which parted a little perhaps expectantly, but merely traced their outline gently, letting her know she was forgiven. I walked around behind her, she held motionless staring at where I had just been. From behind the sweep of her shoulders accentuated the full curve of her hips. I gently pulled her hair back to fall evenly down her center. I raked my fingernails across her scalp lightly, she shuddered lightly, but when she closed her eyes I stopped my hands instantly. Her eyes popped open and her head started in surprise, she had forgotten herself for a moment and been caught. I removed my hands from her and stepped back, letting my heels clunk loudly on the floor so she could hear my leaving. It seemed cruel to leave her then, seemed crueler to myself when I so wanted to touch her, make love to her. I stood 3 paces behind her watching her shoulders slump then, a slight shiver went through her body as she didn't hear my footsteps recede even farther. I watched every part of her I could; drinking in the vision of her. We stood like that for quite a few minutes before her head twitched slightly, she wanted to see if I was still there. She knew I might be behind her watching, but the low music from the stereo was drowning out my low breathing. I stepped close to her, not touching, gently so as to not make any noise I stepped closer and closer, holding my breath. I stood behind her like a shadow, not moving. I could feel the heat from her body through the space between us. She obviously could too as she leaned backwards against me. She brought her arms over her head and wrapped them around my head pulling me tight against her. I slid my own arms around her middle. "Was that all you could take?" I whispered. "Yes." her voice was thick with desire. "This time." I whispered even more gently and nipped her earlobe with my teeth. She shivered slightly and I bent down and took her legs sweeping her up into the cradle of my arms.
I looked into her eyes, holding her chin in my hand tilting her head slightly. Her gaze flickered back and forth as she tried to read something, but I kept my eyes steady, blank. She started to pull away so I shook my head slightly, just enough that she saw the movement and froze. Her hands fluttered uselessly for a second until she took a firm grip on the sides of her nightgown and twisted the fabric up holding her hands in place. I lowered my hand from her chin, running the edge of my thumb across the ridge of her lower lip in barely a whisper of touch as I pulled my hand away. Her pupils dilated slightly and she took a deep slow breath in. She was dressed in a cream silk gown that rode a few inches above her knees and draped over her shoulders on straps that were mere threads. It had no lace or pearls adornment, but needed none, it flowed over her hips and breasts smoothly; peaked slightly at her stiffening nipples. She swayed slightly as I examined her, drank her in with my eyes. Her hands twisted the fabric as she tried not to move and I furrowed my brow slightly, a mere narrowing of my eyes. It was enough to see however and she instantly let her hands go limp. I looked at the crumpled silk then up to her eyes, letting her see my disappointment. Her eyes widened minutely and glistened, slightly moist. I reached forward and smoothed my hand over the rumples aware that she held her breath as I touched her. Her skin was like fire under the cool silk, but I forced myself to stop once the worst of the wrinkles had disappeared. I lifted a finger to her lips which parted a little perhaps expectantly, but merely traced their outline gently, letting her know she was forgiven. I walked around behind her, she held motionless staring at where I had just been. From behind the sweep of her shoulders accentuated the full curve of her hips. I gently pulled her hair back to fall evenly down her center. I raked my fingernails across her scalp lightly, she shuddered lightly, but when she closed her eyes I stopped my hands instantly. Her eyes popped open and her head started in surprise, she had forgotten herself for a moment and been caught. I removed my hands from her and stepped back, letting my heels clunk loudly on the floor so she could hear my leaving. It seemed cruel to leave her then, seemed crueler to myself when I so wanted to touch her, make love to her. I stood 3 paces behind her watching her shoulders slump then, a slight shiver went through her body as she didn't hear my footsteps recede even farther. I watched every part of her I could; drinking in the vision of her. We stood like that for quite a few minutes before her head twitched slightly, she wanted to see if I was still there. She knew I might be behind her watching, but the low music from the stereo was drowning out my low breathing. I stepped close to her, not touching, gently so as to not make any noise I stepped closer and closer, holding my breath. I stood behind her like a shadow, not moving. I could feel the heat from her body through the space between us. She obviously could too as she leaned backwards against me. She brought her arms over her head and wrapped them around my head pulling me tight against her. I slid my own arms around her middle. "Was that all you could take?" I whispered. "Yes." her voice was thick with desire. "This time." I whispered even more gently and nipped her earlobe with my teeth. She shivered slightly and I bent down and took her legs sweeping her up into the cradle of my arms.
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