TheBanyanTree: possibilities....part 7.....

[Sachet]

  Rational thought? What was that????????? Did it even exist now with 
him in her life? As she caught her breath, she let her weight rest back 
against him.....steathily capturing clues as to his appearance, his 
height and other assorted questions that were burning in her mind. Drat 
the blindfold!

Hmmmm...his chest was broad and firm. His forearms were very strong, and 
she could feel the muscles flex as he continued to rub her belly so 
soothingly. His voice was whiskey smooth, caressing her ear as he 
murmured gentle reassurances and velvety praise. His whiskers grazed 
against her skin as he pressed his face into her neck, breathing in her 
scent, accentuating her femininity. She could feel his hair upon her 
shoulders.......soft and silky and....long? Yes, if she could feel it 
against her shoulders that meant it was very long.

He sensed that she had calmed down and his voice rumbled against her 
back asking her how she was feeling, wanting to know if the lidocaine 
cream had taken away her pain? Pain? Hmmmm....she was so focused on him, 
she had forgotten all about the pain.... and why.... and 
ummmmm....where. She took a deep breath and was happy to realize that 
there was no pain. Just a slight tingle at the tip of each breast. She 
grinned and assured him that all was well, no pain. She felt him chuckle 
and delighted in the sound as he dared to ask if that meant she was now 
ready to get her belly button pierced. The delectable belly button he 
was even now caressing with his index finger. She turned her head back 
towards him, reached up to grab hold of his neck and pulled his face 
down to hers, opening her mouth, inviting him in. With a growling sound 
of pleasure he accepted her invitation and his mouth covered hers. Her 
tongue dared his to follow, deeper inside her mouth....which allowed her 
to grasp it with her teeth. He was so unsuspecting, making it all the 
easier for her to bite down until he stilled, now it was his turn to 
hold his breath, waiting to see what she would do next. With one last 
warning bite of her teeth, she then swirled her tongue around his before 
she released his mouth and leaned back, whispering......."There's not a 
snowball's chance in hell, darlin'." His surprise turned into an 
exultant shout of laughter over her vibrant sense of humor.

His arms slowly lifted, his fingers trailing over her ribs, under the 
curve of her breasts, softly up the full sides, onto her chest, skimming 
over her collarbone, pressing into the pulse beating so strongly in her 
neck, until his fingers were tangled in her hair. As he lifted her hair, 
to press his lips against the tender skin at the nape of her neck, he 
whispered that it was time for him to leave. When she turned to protest, 
he reminded her that it wasn't yet time for them to be together. She 
demanded one last kiss before he left. He relented and then immersed 
himself in the experience. Tiny, eating bites, as if he were trying to 
devour her whole, then long wet soul-breaching kisses destined to steal 
all thoughts, every breath, any semblance of existing beyond his mouth....

With a whimper of protest, she felt him leave, listening wistfully to 
his quiet assurances that he would be with her again soon....


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....Sachet

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