In the Night

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Her hands stretched out silently. Nimble fingers curled and wrapped themselves around a strong pulsation. Her soft skin explores ridges and textures as if she were a curious child. She grins into the dark room as the pulse beats faster, breathing comes out harsher. Her ears perk to the soft sounds of arousal that come from her right. She blocks all sound and she focuses herself on feeling.
Skin rubs against skin. The palms of her hands memorizing the folds of skin on the pulse to her side. She scoots her body down to lie face to face with her beloved rhythm. She leans her head on her hand as her eyes strain in the night to see.
Dark shadows swell and thicken as she spies soft movements in the dark. Skin touches her absently in the vast inkiness. She silently moves it. Her hand moves slowly still in long loving strokes over the ridges and mouth of the pulse. Her lips burn to feel the pounding beneath them. She tongues the mouth of it softly, adding pressure slightly.
Disjointed sounds come from above her. She takes her lips away sadly. Her fingers dance over the mouth, as if tracing unseen lips. She can feel the wetness of her own tongue that still lingers at the opening of the pulse. As her hands move the thump twitches softly and beats harsher. A light foreign wetness mixes with her saliva. She smiles.
Her skin moves with steadier pace now, loving the heat next to her. The pulse beats no more as it hardens to stone. She can feel the dull throbbing that emerges from the rock. She grins out into the night as the skin next to hers shudders and shakes. Her fingers curl over the edge of the stone and she presses her thumb against it, pushing into it gently.
She feels a small rumble as it does when rocks get hit with earthquakes. Sticky warmth erupts from the stone and it covers her fingers in short bursts. Sighs come from her right and she smiles again. In the dark she watches the shadows shrink slowly as she sucks the warmth from her skin. She leans back against the cool sheets.
In the night he still sleeps…

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