Zavien
Her smile could light fire on water. Affection blossomed in his chest, pure and thrilling enough to make him hope. The soothing timbre of her voice and soft brush of her fingers felt like they were wiping away any doubts, leaving his conscious clear to act the moment she gave permission.
"I believe you," he whispered, the word sealed with a soft, tender kiss against her lips. The rush was gone, giving way to the slow, molten drip of something sweeter, hotter than before. It didn't steal or burn but poured out of him like an offering at her feet, a love song written on his tongue.
He sat up fully now, alert and fully focused on the task at hand. He wanted to take his time, to appreciate the woman in his arms, to appreciate the pivotal moment. Nothing he did was fast, his hands working to guide her directly onto his lap now, slipping casually beneath her shirt as his mouth moved leisurely over hers, tasting and cherishing every inch she gave him. Slowly, he hooked her shirt on his thumbs, asking permission with a gentle tug, wanting to give her more.
"I believe you," he whispered, the word sealed with a soft, tender kiss against her lips. The rush was gone, giving way to the slow, molten drip of something sweeter, hotter than before. It didn't steal or burn but poured out of him like an offering at her feet, a love song written on his tongue.
He sat up fully now, alert and fully focused on the task at hand. He wanted to take his time, to appreciate the woman in his arms, to appreciate the pivotal moment. Nothing he did was fast, his hands working to guide her directly onto his lap now, slipping casually beneath her shirt as his mouth moved leisurely over hers, tasting and cherishing every inch she gave him. Slowly, he hooked her shirt on his thumbs, asking permission with a gentle tug, wanting to give her more.
If you don't like the road you're walking,
start paving another.
start paving another.
