title: Beyond Extra Flamey
Author: indigokane
disclaminer: not mine, never were, never will be, just
borrowed them for a minute...
rating: nc-17. kinda smutty
feedback: of course.
summary: 8 years ago i wrote this after 'new moon rising'. thought i'd share.
disclaimer: un-beta'd!
Beyond Extra Flamey
By: T.L.
The light from the candle fades slowly into the silver light of the moon that is spilling across your floor.
I reach towards you and cover your hands with mine, carefully taking the candle from you and placing it on your shelf.
When I reach for you now, there is nothing between us.
My left hand settles on your cheek as I wrap my right around your waist to pull you closer. I caress your cheek with the back of my hand, sliding it all the way back to your hair, sifting my fingers into your silken mane as I feel our bodies begin to come together.
Tenderly I pull your face to mine, my lips waiting impatiently to taste yours. I kiss you once, swiftly, then steady myself, and kiss you again. My lips, having sampled yours, are hungry for more.
I reach with my right hand to cup the other side of your face, my lips never leaving yours, my desire building. I part my lips, pressing into yours softly with my tongue, needing to taste you, to drink you in, intoxicated by longing.
I press closer to you, feeling the heat of your body through my clothes, drawing in your delicious scent.
Your lips part, allowing my trespassing tongue entry, and it takes all of my will not to try to devour you. I cannot deny my need, but I want this to last, I kiss you slowly, deeply.
I can feel your hands on my shoulders; your grip tightens with every passing second. My hands encircle your waist, tugging gently on your hips, pulling you as close to me as I can. Our bodies are straining towards each other, our hungers growing indistinguishable.
My hands begin stroking your back, delighting in your supple, full body. You are lightly running your nails up and down my neck, and I tremble in exquisite agony.
My body is screaming with need as I slide my hands beneath the bottom of your shirt, running them up your naked back. You are trembling now, as a small gasp escapes your lips I return my hands to your waist, only to slide them over your bare stomach.
You groan softly as I trace my nails around your belly button and across the soft skin below your breasts. My mouth reluctantly leaves yours, my lips working down your jaw line to your neck, finding their way to your collarbone.
You return the favor, quickly working your way to the collar of my shirt, your hands raking down my back. Soon I feel them beneath my shirt, kneading the muscles in my shoulders, caressing down my spine, making me tingle all over.
I run my hands once up and down your spine to feel you shudder, then take the hem of your shirt and begin to lift it.
Your body pulls back, only enough to allow me to remove your shirt, then presses close again. I let your shirt drop to the floor, taking a moment to indulge in the beauty of your pale skin, made radiant by the moonlight.
For a single moment I fear touching you, as though I might tarnish you, but the fear retreats as your eyes nervously meet mine. I smile, a bit stupidly, and lean in to kiss you. My shaking hands I lay upon your bare shoulders, your hands are now reaching for the hem of my shirt.
I don’t want to stop kissing you, but you pull away, long enough to rid me of my shirt. It is my turn to look to you with apprehension. You smile with such warmth, I feel myself melting and burning, knowing the pleasure that is waiting.
We press our bodies together with an urgency that is new to both of us; I’m wondering if you are feeling it too. Everything around us has disappeared; all I see, I feel, I know, is you. I feel your hands on my back, unfastening my bra, while my lips wander past your collarbone towards your breasts. My bra loosened, you pull it gently off, casting it to the floor, your hands smoothing their way from my back to my ribs.
There your hands stop, and we both know there is no turning back once you go further. I reach behind you, swiftly unlatching your bra and just as gently pulling it from you. We stare for a moment, uncertain, vulnerable in our exposure.
I reach for you, pull you to me, I kiss you deep and long, letting my body speak for me
. You return my kiss, and I feel the searing heat of our naked skin pressing together.
I feel your hand on my breast and murmur softly in encouragement. I can feel you fondling me tenderly as I reach out to touch your breasts. They are as soft as silk, as yielding as freshly fallen snow, I lose myself in wonder.
I gasp suddenly, brought back into the moment by the pressure of your mouth on my nipple. My body is shaking openly now, filled with desire. I find your nipple with my mouth, and kiss it softly, flicking my tongue against it.
A gasp builds within you, but I capture your mouth with mine, drinking it in. You are pulling me now, towards your bed. I don’t try to resist, I only try to keep up, not wanting to feel your body away from mine.
We reach the bed quickly, without warning you lose your balance and tumble back onto it. I stand for a second, our legs intertwined, my eyes memorizing the sheer loveliness before me.
Your hand reaches for the waistband of my jeans and you pull me down on top of you. We lose ourselves in each other, kissing and caressing every bare inch of flesh, writhing and pressing together passionately.
I slide my hand between our bodies, finding the waist of your jeans, slipping behind it with my fingers, searching. Your breathing is becoming shallow, your lips murmur against mine, but not in protest.
Soon my fingers find the soft wetness they were seeking, and I feel your body quiver. I begin to massage you gently, exploring your depth with my fingers, seeking the most sensitive places. Your moans of pleasure fill my ears as I continue kissing your neck and breasts, my fingers still dancing on your susceptible flesh.
Your breathing faster, your body is writhing from pleasure, I feel you dig your nails into my shoulder, I don’t even notice.
My free hand unfastens your jeans, you’re close now. But I don’t want it to end yet. I want to taste your ecstasy. Somehow, you manage to assist me in removing your jeans and panties, allowing me to continue pleasuring you.
You are completely naked now, but neither of us can even think about being nervous. You want to come, and I want to make you, nothing else matters now.
I kiss my way down your body, licking you here and there, building the anticipation. Soon my mouth has arrived at the center of your passion. I remove my hand, replacing it with my velvet lips and hungry tongue.
My tongue flicks quickly against your clit, and your body twitches in pleasure. I slide my tongue into you, kissing your most secret place deeply, you taste exquisite.
Your body is thrashing and twisting now, I deepen my kiss, my hands rubbing all over you, delighting in the sweat that is forming on your skin.
You are moaning, deep in your throat, and gasping, among other things, my name.
I kiss harder, faster. I want to devour you; I want to spill your nectar down my throat, taking it in in great gulps. I feel spasms begin to rock your body, your thighs clench, and your hands twist in the sheets. Your moans are rising; soon there will be a scream. I
slide my hands up your body, and entwine them with yours. Your grip is fierce, almost painful, but I’m beyond caring. You scream my name and your back arches, my mouth fills with your sweet liquor. I drink from you until you are dry once more, then draw myself alongside you and pull you close.
I let you drift off to sleep, lulled by my caresses.
As you sleep, I wonder if I will ever really make up for what I put you through, but I know tonight was a good start.
I... I... uh... Oh WOW!!!! 
