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Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Chapter One.

Piercing sequins, like armor, lined from the torn, worn-out edges rested on her upper thigh, up until the lightly protruded, silky cloth, lying on her chest. With one slender leg gently crossed on another, she sinks her back into the dark, mischievous chocolate chair, which contrasts between her sweet, milk chocolate skin tone. The sound of striking drum beats and high-pitched voices thrum in the background. The blaring tone soothes her and she closes her heavy eyelids.

Warm, unnotched fingertips tickle her as they run up and down her cold, frozen skin. Each touch followed by a soft, delicate kiss on her heated neck. She slowly turns to the direction of the heat. A hand, bear-sized compared to hers, hugs her wrist as it pulls her towards the silky, satin bed. She hears a soft laugh, something she is well acquainted with. Immediately she knows who it is as he carefully undresses her, leaving her defenseless.

His sweet, soft lips press together, leaning against hers. They part lips for prompt moments, letting out whispers in the air, completely breathless. On her unstable, shaking bones, he places his smooth, pebble hands. Around her cold, bare waist, he wraps his strong, warm legs tight enough to hold her up. She grips his tender face with her right hand as her left hand traces up and down his toned chest.

As if time was in their hands, he kisses her from head to toe making every kiss count, leaving her breathless. Then he stops. He pulls her up with his legs until his face is close enough for her to count every freckle that dots his nose. With her entire body under his control, he opens his freshened eyelids forcing her to look straight into his eyes that look like pearls reflected in the deep blue ocean.

“I love you.”

He silently mouths the three words as a shade of pink floods his face. Her lips quarrel the urge to chuckle and he nudges her lightly with his powdered nose. His dark chocolate waves rub against her cheek like silk and he turns to kiss her again. As their lips depart, she whispers, “I love you too.”

Lightly throwing her arms around, she places her palms on his smooth neck, slowly interlocking her trembling fingers, caressing each freckle it lands on. Little bumps rise onto the creaseless surface and hit against her numb fingertips. His velvet hands startle her as it warms her delicate, heatless skin just below her waist. He pushes her frail body down, covering her with warmth from his tender body and the smothering blanket.

He holds her with one hand, as sturdy as an oak, as he turns to his side. He perches his moist lips on her chest as she gently strokes his prominent bone structure with her silhouette fingers. His irresistible lips travel upwards and he sinks them into hers. She tastes the pleasing flavor of sweet peaches as they passionately osculate. Exciting thrills arouse in her and travel through her body. With every touch, an exhilarating shiver stimulates her.

He gently rolls over and lies her underneath him. Slow deep breaths cloud over her cold, raw skin. His burly chest pressed onto hers, she feels his racing heartbeat. The pulse beats faster and faster, and so do they. The pace increases, she feels a rush she’s never felt before. It’s like a race against time. His sweaty grip tightens on her thighs as he draws her in closer. Everything is a haze as a feeling of ecstasy overwhelms her.

"Our time is now."

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