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Copyright © 2013 Naoko Smith
You want to make a move, to seize me lying beside you. You know this isn't the music for that. I know you know better than to move. Yet. I see your eye watching me in the dim sunlight filtering through the curtains, out of the corner of my eye. I hear your breath catch in the languid warm air. You watch me watching you out of the corner of an eye.
When I lean up on one elbow, your shoulder twitches but still you lie still. You're laughing now, silently, you bad thing, holding it in. Cariad.
I brush my lip on your unshaven cheek: bristly. I shut my eyes, the better to feel that bit of roughness on my soft lower lip.
You are shaking with laughter and I want to laugh and I don't want to laugh. I put my mouth on your mouth.
You open your lips as I open mine but instead of tipping my tongue inside your mouth, I catch your lip up in my teeth: gently, just gripping on it. Now you're not sure. Your eyes look into mine, we're not laughing. With you held by the lip in my teeth, I'm coming over to lie on your chest. My breast presses flesh into your hard ribs and you're staring into my eyes, I'm staring back into your eyes.
I know your cock must be rising, filling, hardening up. You know I know. I'm wondering whether to reach little fingers across to grip it. You know this isn't the music for that. You lie suspended in the moment, my body on your body, your cock rising and filling.
Keep still. Hold your muscles in tight. My teeth gripping gently on your lip. My cunt pressed to your hip. Your cock risen against my thigh.
We lie one body laid over another body. If we had but world enough; but we have time.
You are trying not to breathe too hard past my teeth gripped on your lip but your heartbeat grows faster, faster. My breath is floating in your mouth, yours panting to meet mine. My eyes are dipping to submit to your stare, the eyelashes caressing the warm air downwards as if brushing your cheek in a butterfly's kiss.
My breath lifts my breast against your chest as the music rises, as you are rising, holding back.
One of your hands makes an involuntary quiver, you grip the fist to hold it back. I put my hand to hold the fist you make. My fingers are too little to hold back your fist so you hold it back for me.
It is done.
Now cry havoc! and let loose the penetrating kiss of love.