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