Tuesday, December 22, 2009

The Moment the Sun Rose

It was morning. The sun kissed the horizon, scattering colors into the dark blue sky. The cold of night still clung to the earth, condensing water on the blades of May's green grass. It felt as if the world was taking it's first breath of the new day, drawing in the heat of the morning sun.

They lay side by side beneath the thick comforter. Their naked bodies giving off warmth, taking it from the other, giving it back again, the cycle of heat keeping them warm in the cool morning. Bare skin pressed against bare skin, his arm draped over hers, his hand caressed her flesh.

"Good morning, my love," he whispered into her ear. Then she could feel his lips on her neck. A subtle spark of energy raced down her spine, seeking out points of pleasure. She could feel his teeth nibbling softly on the nape of her neck working his way to the thin skin below her ear. His breathing grew louder and he pulled her closer to him. She could feel his desire, his need to be one. She shared his lust, his yearning to meld into each other. But their mortal flesh kept that divine lust at bay.

The morning sun peeked through the window past the pale green drapes, painting a streak of light across the bed. A fire to match the light's luminance burned within her. She gripped his hand, guiding it to where she desired his touch to be. She turned, trying desperately to reach his lips, to taste his love. She could see his eyes gazing at her now as they kissed, for he dared not close his eyes in fear that he would be consumed by that kiss. Her soft flesh pressed against his chest and she could feel his heart beat in rhythm with hers.

To be continued.

-Nosmo (Not sure if I could make it writing romance novels. :))

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