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(warning…contains trigger topics which may stir strong emotions) ************************************************* The others had made demands, threatened and ripped what they wanted from her. With rough unseeing hands they cared only about proving their domination and demanding her obedience. She, being too small to resist, had floated away in her mind and pretended not to be there. Count the dots on the ceiling. Watch the wind move the leaves just outside the window. Listen to the birds. You are not here. Now does not exist. Ignore the blood. Drift away. Do not cry. Do not make a sound. The pain will stop. It is impossible to make a sound or cry if you do not exist. And you do not exist. And then there was him. This, was somehow different. He never demanded. He never insisted. He did not rip or pry or hurt. Her body had become his playground. His body had become her wonderland. She marveled as his touches brought her pleasure not pain. She returned each touch in kind and with eagerness that shocked and surprised her. She loved the feel of his lips across her skin. So sure of their destination and yet, there seemed to be a newness to each touch. Whisper soft breath on skin became sudden gasps and grateful groans. Lips, tongues and hands enjoyed their new found treasures. Yes, this was somehow different. As unsure as she was, she followed his heat. Allowed her body to soar as skin touched skin. "Have you?“ she whispered. "Yes,” was his reply and she continued to follow the heat of the moment. Sure in her guide’s steps. Safe in their navigation at every point and turn. Heartbeats quickening. She could feel his against her and for once, she felt not fear, but pride. This is the sound of passion. This is what it means to be fully present in the moment. This is what it means to love. This is what it feels like to be completely seen and loved. She would follow him to the ends of the earth in these moments. The times of quiet discovery of one another’s body. These were the moments she felt fully alive. When every sense and nerve came to attention not out of fear but in worship and awe. "Have you?“ he whispered. She bit her lip. Refusing to acknowledge or allow that memory to desecrate this moment. "Yes,” she whispered into his skin. Her face was wet with tears she refused to justify. She did not want to explain. She only wanted to feel him against her skin again. That moment and she had not existed. Now was their time. With his arms wrapped around her and their tongues searching one another, she felt safest. She felt strong and sure. She felt vulnerable and beautiful. She knew this is where she belonged. In the stolen moments in that small car, she felt fully feminine. In these too fleeting moments as she felt his strong assuredness against her timidity, she could fully worship him. Heartbeats beating in time together. Each pause of one being filled by the beating of the other’s. The breath of one’s exhale becoming the other’s inhalation. Clinging together in the dark of the park sheltered car. Windows steamed and condensation was licked from skin amid the sounds of sighs, small laughs, and crickets. Fully present in this moment. Wanting to hold on to each second for fear it would fall out of her memory she memorized the landscape of his body with her very soul. As he tasted down her body, she watched him and leaned back. He did not take. His eyes watched her every expression. Their eyes met and unspoken questions flew between them. He watched her eyes and body and moved with her as the waves washed over he body for the first time. Every time before, she had stopped him just before this point. This time, she gave all of herself to him. As his lips searched hers for the wetness like a man lost in the desert, she felt the rush of heat in her body and a quake that she had never felt but desired with her entire being. She followed him and his movements anyway. With a hand in his hair she pulled him to her. He hummed into her body and she arched against his mouth and erupted. He had not demanded. He had simply searched. He did not try to force his way inside her body or soul. He had simply stood at the door and given her a reason to open to him. And open she did. She pressed his back to the cold seat and straddled his body. Holding still for a moment she searched his eyes for a moment and then decided. She guided him into her body. Her choice. Her decision. Their moment. Their passion. Their heat. A shared beauty. She felt love and power all mingled together. Their eyes met as she pressed him into her. He slid easily into her and she exhaled and met his lips. They were smiling and trembling together. Completely one body as time stood still for this one second. In this moment, she gave herself completely to a person for the first time. And she knew that a part of her would forever be his. In this moment, she finally existed. ~ ©2010 Salacious Musings ~ -- source link