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i lie beside my beloved
Story: i lie beside my beloved
Year: 997 FY
Characters: Nolani, Lonura
Warnings: Sex
i lie beside my beloved,
drenched in wine and sugar-sweet promises, giddy.
a clean, soft, white sheet spreads beneath us.
the soft whispered rustling of fabric on fabric drives us.
i am caught by her eyes.
i lie beneath my beloved,
she slides her hands under my bodice, burning the laces.
she frees me, holds me, kisses my breasts.
mine tangle in her skirt, reaching.
she slides down farther than i can reach.
i lie above my beloved,
her tongue chasing her fingers down my well.
i grip her head, pulling her closer, needing no words
to show her, to guide her. we've travelled this road together before,
just not in my husband's home.
i lie around my beloved,
the soft, delicate, gentle, unceasing pressure consuming me
as i envelop her, tasting salt-sweet sweat and orange blossoms
and then the rush, pulling, like a storm, a sandstorm, sweeps down my spine
to the ends of my fingers and beyond.
i lie with my beloved,
naked, breathing her, the sweet smell of orange blossoms.
her hair, twined with them, falls over my body, a cloak of night.
the blossoms are like stars. my fingers twine with hers.
we rest, and smile, and dream together.
Year: 997 FY
Characters: Nolani, Lonura
Warnings: Sex
i lie beside my beloved,
drenched in wine and sugar-sweet promises, giddy.
a clean, soft, white sheet spreads beneath us.
the soft whispered rustling of fabric on fabric drives us.
i am caught by her eyes.
i lie beneath my beloved,
she slides her hands under my bodice, burning the laces.
she frees me, holds me, kisses my breasts.
mine tangle in her skirt, reaching.
she slides down farther than i can reach.
i lie above my beloved,
her tongue chasing her fingers down my well.
i grip her head, pulling her closer, needing no words
to show her, to guide her. we've travelled this road together before,
just not in my husband's home.
i lie around my beloved,
the soft, delicate, gentle, unceasing pressure consuming me
as i envelop her, tasting salt-sweet sweat and orange blossoms
and then the rush, pulling, like a storm, a sandstorm, sweeps down my spine
to the ends of my fingers and beyond.
i lie with my beloved,
naked, breathing her, the sweet smell of orange blossoms.
her hair, twined with them, falls over my body, a cloak of night.
the blossoms are like stars. my fingers twine with hers.
we rest, and smile, and dream together.