Tenderly
By Heather
Rated NC-17
The air is cooling and
The sun's going down
The day's been grueling
in this dusty old town
My body's aching for you do to me
Tender tenderly
God that man is so sexy, I think to myself. He's standing over there, by the window of our bedroom, looking outside. He doesn't know I'm in the room, yet. I just stand here, watching him. He does things to me like I've never imagined before. The love, his smile, his body, everything about him, captures my heart and soul in ways I could have never dreamed. The emotions just well up every time I see him. I can't get enough. I'll never get enough.
I watch him, as the breeze ruffles his hair, making that stubborn curl fall down on his forehead. His eyes stare out, looking down at the water. As usual, I have to wonder at what he's thinking about. He's such a brooding man. He always seems to have something on his mind.
The words are eas
when the language is love
You know exactly what
I'm thinking of
Tender tenderly
He turns and sees me. The heat in his eyes makes me gasp. He knew, all along, that I was there in the room with him. We just stand, watching each other, the tension getting thicker and thicker. No one has ever had this effect on me, with one look he can bring me to my knees.
He crosses the room with large strides, takes me in his arms and kisses me. The kiss is brutal, but at the same time gentle and loving. I've never been kissed by anyone the way he kisses me. Emotions rifle through my body as he leads me to our bed.
I've had lovers
go up in flames
Been with others
who've had no names
God I've waited patiently
for someone who
really touches me
I still can't get over what this woman does to me, he thinks. No on woman has ever possessed my very soul like her. He runs his hands through her honey-colored curls, savoring the sigh that escapes her lips with his own. He slowly slips the straps of her dress down, and pushes it all the way down to the floor, trailing kisses as he went.
I feel your fingers and
their touch is like fire
His kisses are burning a trail down my flesh. I can't think at all. Just him, everywhere. He's all I can think about, see, or feel. He takes me prisoner, with each look, taste, touch. Passion over takes both of us, as our kisses and caresses become faster and impatient.
He kisses my neck, the hollow of my throat, my shoulder, slowly working his way down. He takes my breasts in his hands, softly stroking them and he takes one in his mouth. The sensations shoot through my body, leaving trails of excitement in their wake.
Sensations linger
then they turn to desire
I hastily pull at his clothes, finally removing them all. He gently picks me up and places me on the bed, settling himself just over me. He gazes down at my naked body, his very look igniting my body with flames with desire. He watches me, enjoying the effects he knows he's having on me.
To distract him, I take him in my hands, stroking him lightly. He groans, pushing himself closer to me. He takes my now bruised lips and kisses them again, this time very gently. A great deal of tension and control are behind this kiss. I just can't take it any more.
My body's aching
for what you do to me
I pull him down, digging my fingernails into his back. He slowly takes me, just when I couldn't wait any longer. I rise to meet him, giving as much as I'm taking.
Tender tenderly
We climax together, holding on tightly to each other. He collapses on top of me, taking me lovingly in his arms.
I kiss the top of her head and tell her how much I love her, adore her, cherish her. She murmers the same to me, cuddling me close, the best part. I love to hold her like his and will do so all night long. This is the most tender part of it all. Now I'll really show her just how much I love her.