he touched her shoulders

He touched her shoulders. Inhaling her sweet scent of vanilla and flowers. They were soft, and smooth, skin of a goddess. Maybe that was what she was, but it didn’t bother him. Tonight, maybe forever, she was his. And whatever she was, he would devour her all and all, without the slightest hesitation, even if it meant it might kill him, it might begin something within him that might never end. 

He rubbed a hand down one of her shoulders, feeling the tender soft skin under his calloused hands. She moved into his hand, welcoming the warmth, mumbling somewhere in between sleep and wake. He looked at her back, watching all her muscles come alive every time she breathed. Her hair was splayed messily across her beige pink skin, the brown in deep contrast to it. He ran his finger tips over on her back, spelling out words, like the game he used to play as a child on the playground. Spell out the word, and have the other person guess what it was. She giggled quietly, ticklish and sexy.

He brushed his lips over the small of her back, skin cold from lack of a cover, him having taken off the white bed sheet she had had around her during the night. Goosebumps prickled her skin. He touched his lips to a hip, feeling her jut forward slightly, another rumble of laughter coming from above his head. He felt her move, lay on her side, looking down at him through waves of curly hair. He looked at her red lips, plump with pleasure, a bottom corner tucked into her teeth. Her eyes were bright with confusion, not sure what he was trying to do. 

He put his chin on her thigh, grinning up at her, his hands on both sides of her legs. He moved his fingers, the tips of them tickling her gently again. She moved a hand, brushing a curly brown strand behind her ear, revealing pink cheeks, flush with excitement. Her smile was timid, shy, unexpecting. She reached down to touch his face, but he pulled his head out of the way, just beyond her reach. Annoyance flickered across her face, annoyed that he was playing with her, toying with her. He smiled, holding a finger to his lips, kissing it, and touching his fingers to her belly. 

He moved over her, crawling up her sides, putting his weight on her body. She rolled on to her back, her hands by her face, a peak of a smile trying to edge into her mouth. He hovered over her, leaning on his elbows, his face just above hers. He kissed her forehead, her eyes closed, awaiting the next place. She arched her back just barely, touching her hips into his. He moved his way in between her thighs. He kissed the side of her head, again inhaling vanilla and flowers, feeling her giggle radiate all throughout her body. It vibrated. He looked into her glowing eyes. 

He kissed her mouth, tasting honey, nectar, wondering what it must be like, what it would be like to taste this every day, every morning. He leaned on her chest, feeling warm mounds underneath him, moving up and down with every slow, easy breath. He curled his fingers through her soft hair, brushing his thumb over her cheeks, the side of her head, looking at her sleepy eyes, not yet fully awake. A sleepy smile that hadn’t fully awaken yet. He kissed her nose and she smiled shyly, jutting her chin up, trying to get him to kiss her again. 

He moved his hands to hers, intertwining his fingers through hers, and kissed her again. He kissed her deeply, breathing life into it, taking life from it. He felt his heart hammer against his chest, against her chest, his eyes tightly shut, he couldn’t see her, but he could feel her. He moved his hands, stretching out her arms, holding them tightly above his head. 

He buried his head into her neck, whispering, whispering, wondering, wondering, waiting, waiting. 

Waiting.   
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a dream...

He opened his eyes, awakened by the crisp morning air. There were sharp pains, like tree needles, on his shoulders. Pinecones, with snowflakes whispering their little landing notes in the crevices, poked and prodded his black skin, tiny prickles leaving their marks by the dozen. He winced, pulling out the spikes and spindles. Next to him, he felt movement as she rolled over, waking up, opening her sparkling blue eyes, dazed by the early rising sun. She pressed her fists into the ground. Morning had come, and that meant their night was over. She grimaced, her back aching from the hard, cold ground, chilly shivers reverberating through her body. He sat up and looked over at her.

She was pretty. Like twinkles in the sky. He was bronzed against her skin; hers like porcelain as she leaned her shoulders against his back. There was hardly a sound, whispers crept along the picturesque snow fields, wind blew through her blonde hair.

            She sat up, not knowing what she was going to do next. Her skin, sweat soaked, pieces of her hair stuck to her forehead. Her breath turned to vapors in the cold morning air. She shivered. She looked around, grabbing the warm blanket that lay crumbled just beyond her reach. She stretched her body out, reaching with her spread fingers. Her companion, reacting to the movement, turned around. He surveyed her sprawling back, naked, without a clothing piece draping across. He smiled. Their clothes lay in a pile next to a bottle of wine that had been knocked over in a fit of passion.

            She stretched a bit further when he placed his hand on the small of her back. It was large enough that he could curl his thumb around one hip and his fingers around the other hip. She sighed, her heart swelling at his touch. She turned back towards her lover, grasping his hand in hers, taking it to her lips. She closed her eyes, and kissed his fingers, each one at a time. He groaned and she tugged him closer, taking his head in her free hand. He knelt down, his head at her bare breasts. His lips took one cold nipple in his mouth, pushing on the tip with his tongue. She pushed her chest out, arching her back and moaned.

            Swiftly, he moved, grabbing her back and slid his arms around her body, bringing her close to him. He closed his eyes when her breasts touched his chest. She reacted violently. She plunged her tongue in his mouth and pulled him down on her. She scratched his back, dragging her nails across his skin. Thin red lines appeared. She jutted her hips, hitting his, revealing how much she wanted him. He obliged. He lifted himself off her and plunged back down. His moan, louder than hers, frightened some nearby slumbering birds. Their squawks made the two lovers laugh quietly. He buried his head in her warm neck while his hips pushed inside and pulled out, rhythm flowing through his body, like he was dancing to a song only he could hear. Her breathing became heavier, sweat beads forming on her body, her fingers grabbing and holding onto his hips, guiding him to her pleasure.

            At her request, he moaned louder each time he re-entered her. Sexuality charged the atmosphere, like sparks of lightening just before a strike. She arched her back. Quick as a flash, he lifted her into his lap, her face was looking down at his. She straddled his body, placing her hands on his hard chest, holding herself up. She moved her hips, throwing her head back when she couldn’t take it anymore. He sat up slightly, aroused and feral, biting her shoulder as his body tensed. He let go of her shoulder, a droplet of blood on his lip. She looked down; there were scarlet pearls slowly sliding towards her breasts.

            The drops traveled down her collarbone. He kissed them, tasting the liquid. Its sweetness surprised him. His pupils dilated. Something fierce grazed his face as instinct took over. She watched his transformation, intrigued. She touched the stain, fingertips grazing the lines glistening red in the moonlight. She touched her wet fingers to his lips. She traced their pillowy outline as they glittered with her blood; his eyes narrowed, attack mode. He pounced, rolling her over, pushing his body weight on top of her. She laughed a wild, untamed feral sound that filled the surrounding forests with corresponding howls from the wolves that lived in the surrounding forest.

            Recharged, he fought his way inside her, rage and passion a mixture he couldn’t tell the difference between. She engaged him, grabbing at his back, pushing her legs on the inside of his, forcing them apart.

            His eyes closed. She could feel his hands groping, titillating her nipples, causing her to allow him more access to her body, matching his own intensity. He moved his hands, digging them into the dirt besides her head, raising up his body and driving his hips into her wetness. He arched, and pulsed. A grinding moan, a shudder, another push. She was caught by surprise. She didn’t expect the sudden rush; she giggled, as he lay his body gently back on top of hers.

            She cradled his head in the groove of her shoulder. The moon was slow in the sky, and she could see beginnings of dawn. Red and pink colors glittered the horizon. A long while, they laid together. She thought she heard him whisper….