Romantic Erotica
The Passion of Lovers, Part II: By Candlelight by Xio Axelrod
You move away from my side, and the cool air that replaces you is a shock to my system. Never have I known anyone to burn so hotly. Nor have I ever been so aflame. As if it is a manifestation of my thoughts, a candle flickers to life under your steady hand. And then another, and another, until the room is filled with a ginger light.
I lose my senses, staring at you. Goddamned, you're beautiful. Especially when you look at me like that.
You stand next to the bed and glide your hands over my fevered flesh, smoothing my limbs out around me like soft clay. I am ready for you to mold me to your will. You smile.
"You are the sexiest woman I've ever known."
I can feel the blush travel from my face down to my toes. You follow its progress with your eyes, but it runs ahead of you as you zero in on an area of interest. The look on your face is primal as you slide your body next to mine again. All I can do is watch and remember to breathe.
"I want to taste you."
My heart stops for just a moment as those words flutter through my mind like the butterflies in my stomach. You make me feel like a virginal bride. I know instinctively that you will be the first to make me a woman, where all along I've been a fumbling little girl; all the lovers I've had merely little boys next to you. My man, but not entirely mine. Only for the moment, mine.
Your fingers continue to slide along my skin, leaving trails of anticipation. When your lips kiss the swell of my belly, I jump. I feel your laughter against my flesh. Your hands are deft, and I barely notice your weight shifting downward. Before I know it, my legs have fallen open like petals for you, and in my mind I'm chanting 'he loves me, he loves me not' as they peel apart.
The reverence with which you adorn my body with kisses is breathtaking, like you; like everything that is happening between us. Like this moment, when I share with you my innermost secret; the fabric of my womanhood laid out before you, and only for you.
Silky lips cruising up and down my thighs. I am undone. I don't know where to look - the ceiling, the pillow next to my head. I'm clutching the sheet as if to anchor myself; determined not to float into a dream. Covertly, I dig my nails into the palm of my hand as you anoint me with your tongue. My god...my god.
"I'm in heaven."
You whisper against the moist juncture between my legs, nuzzling the soft down that barely covers my moans. Unable to help myself I look down and catch you smiling up at me. It is then that my heart breaks. Nothing could possibly be this beautiful; not without a terrible price. I am filled with a profound sadness. Sensing the change in my mood, the tension in my muscles, you rest your head on my sex.
"Don't think, Cara, just feel me here with you now. We're only promised today."
I exhale a shaky breath and relax the muscles in my legs as you knead them. Not wasting another moment, you gently probe my outer lips with your kisses. Your tongue slips out and brushes across my most sensitive bundle of nerves. The flame is rekindled; all melancholy thoughts shoved unceremoniously aside. I need this. I need you.
You lap at my center, growing more and more hungry; ravenous. Your appetite is only matched by my desire to give my essence to you; to release until there is nothing left of me. Devour me. Consume me. Make me yours.
You do not hesitate.
"Sweet honey-baby, you're incredible."
No, you are. I am lost to this world; lost in you. Your tongue is unraveling me bit by bit and I don't care. All that matters is reaching the destination. I'm running and you are chasing me. We both want the same end. Your arms hook under my hips and you splay your hands across my stomach. Your face is buried between my legs and you've never looked more amazing. This is passion defined.
Suddenly I am outside of myself looking down. I see the muscles of your back moving with the current of a small stream; flowing into me through your mouth. My fingers play in your hair and cup my breast. My mood is one of wonder as colors begin to explode behind my eyes.
Orange and red. Yellow, purple, blue. Finally black, as I squeeze them shut. My mouth is open and calling your name. I feel my soul travel from me into you, searching for the truth of this moment. It returns, satisfied in knowing.
I am on the edge of a cliff, no doubt I will fall.
Soothing strokes with your tongue send me hurtling back into reality. You're moaning as if you have just seen the stars that I have seen. I am unable to move, except to caress your hair. I feel, rather than see you rising above me. You slide in gently, a look of incredulity on your face. Your hand slips into mine and our fingers intertwine.
"So lovely."
Yes, you are. And perfect in a way that only a collection of endearing imperfections could be. You are the man I feared was only a fairy tale. You move within me and move me. You fill me and I am fulfilled. But I am not the only one so stirred.
Your head drops to my shoulder, and I feel you begin to tremble. You're mumbling, but I cannot make out your words. I slide my leg up to your hip, and the moan you reward me with makes me wish I had a way to lock it, record it, in my head. I want to hear that sound every day and forever.
Deeper and deeper you invade my depths, meeting no resistance. Your chest lowers to mine and we are moving as one. I can no longer tell where I end and you begin and I've no real desire to ever find out. I pull you closer; meet your every thrust. I squeeze you within, and embrace you without.
Soon our chorus is in unison and you lift your head to meet my eyes. I see myself reflected in them and I am beautiful. I am glorious. And you see yourself revealed in mine and you smile. When we kiss, the world falls away and we fall with it. Over and over, endlessly falling.
Sweet surrender.
Read Part III
Copyright March 2006, Xio Axelrod
Published with permission from author on OystersandChocolate.com. Copying or reprinting this work in part or in whole without permission is illegal.
Originally published March 2006 - "Straight Lines and Sexy Curves"
