Faith's POV

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I look at your body and see the artistry that went into it. Its smooth lines calling my fingertips. Begging them to run over unseen ribs then down and back up the very defined muscles of your stomach. Velvet. Silk. The combination of both tantalizing my sense of touch.

The need for more controlling me, demanding more, wanting more. My hands reaching, cupping, kneading sensitive breasts. Feeling the arching reaction to my touch. My hands slide around barely touching as my thumbs brush back and forth over peaked nipples.

Your hips shift beneath me, as I straddle your body, rubbing against me distracting me momentarily. A hand, my hand, moves down over your stomach pausing then drawing an expanding circular pattern until I reach the pubic area, eliciting a slight gasp. Whether it be from my right hand, which continues to slowly trace circles or my left that never stopped caressing your breast, I am unsure. But I grin and look up at you. And my hands pause, as I'm distracted again.

I barely register the twinkle in your eyes as I stare at your just moistened lips. You know my fascination with your lips. Never have I had enough of your kisses. Never. And you know this. It could be the brush of lips against my forehead when I'm ill or the simple kiss of 'good morning' but no matter the type of kiss I always want more. Always.

So you tease me. You glide your tongue along your upper lip then barely brush your lower before biting then-- slowly, god, so slowly-- releasing it. And I can't help but groan low in my throat at that sight. I lean forward for my own taste. And I don't have to see your eyes and the laughter in them to know you did it all on purpose.

Sweet. You always taste so sweet. I think that's one of the things that has always drawn me back to your lips. Well, one of the things...

I mimic your earlier movements and swallow your little surprised gasp when I sharply nip your lower lip before kissing you deeply. You recover quickly and try to regain your advantage. Our tongues duel, both sides winning, as both are submissive and dominant at one point or another. But always both sides win no matter the outcome.

Your fingers slide through my hair as an arm curves around my shoulders and you urge me closer. I follow obediently with no hesitation because I know only goodness will come from it. And I am right.

I feel the shudder flow through you as our bodies fully meet. But no advantage is gained as I release a muffled moan at the same time. And truly, advantage doesn't matter in this game. Because when it comes to love. Our love. There are no scores. Just automatic winners.

And I guess I said this out loud because you just giggled and told me you love me even if I get philosophical at the oddest times.

I just grin and reply that I love you too even if... And I have no more thoughts as I'm caught unaware by intense primal feelings as I slide along the thigh that you've maneuvered between my legs. I can't stop sliding and pressing and rubbing against your thigh.

I vaguely realize I'm gasping and moaning against the crook of your neck. I can feel you clutch me to you as I gasp out indecipherable words. But maybe not as indecipherable as I thought because you've slid your hand down between us and just touched... Oh god, your touch is just what I wanted. What. I. Needed.

And frantic doesn't begin to describe my movements as I desperately, eagerly, strive for that edge. And a flitter of thought runs through my mind of needing you to be with me to jump over that edge at the same time. But no. Not gonna happen. Not this time. I promise myself to make it up to you. Later. And once again, without realizing it, I've spoken out loud because you're smiling at me. A warm delighted understanding smile and telling me not too worry and to just let go.

And I do. Kissing you with a roughness you know I have to have. I groan and thrust and writhe against your leg and your so very dexterous fingers. And you work my body drawing everything out of me until there's no more. Then you're wrapping your arms around me and slowly sliding that delightfully well-toned thigh from between my legs and easing it over my hips.

And I can't help but sigh at the feeling of safeness and completeness and utter satisfaction I have at being cradled in your embrace afterwards.

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Your back is so smooth and mar free. Unlike mine. I consider it to be a blank canvas for me to trace random patterns or write silly, sappy messages on it to you. And that's what I'm doing now as you shift and tighten your embrace around me.

At first I grumbled at your movement. But now. Now I smile as I finally notice... feel... the goodness that's come from it.

Slowly I slide my head up, feeling your erect nipple rub across and down my cheek until I can take it in my mouth. And I do. I know I've told you before. Many times. Earlier. How sweet you taste. But I have to tell you again. Because it's not just your lips, it's you. Everything about you.

I'm not too sure if you understood what I said since I refused to release the nipple that I now have between my teeth and am currently lashing with my tongue. But if not, I'm not worried because I know I'll be saying it to you again. Soon.

I love the way you grab my head as you arch into my mouth. Demanding I take more of you into my mouth. And the way you moan and shudder as I acquiesced. But I don't want your other to feel neglected. And I refrain from laughing out loud as you growl at me when I remove my mouth but then mid-growl change into this almost purr like sound as you realize where I'm going. All the while pinching, tugging and teasing your breast and nipple my mouth just left.

You knead my shoulders and the nape of my neck as I enjoy the taste of your body. Soon I feel you tug none to gently at my hair. Telling me exactly where I need to be. I comply at once. You know I'll never resist an offer of your lips. Your kisses. Your taste.

And as our tongues explore well-charted depths, my hands never stop. Caressing. Teasing. Roaming your body.

Over your arms, shoulders and chest. Down your stomach and along your sides finally making their way to your hips. Pulling you tight against me for a brief moment before releasing you to slide over and around the tops of your legs down to your knees.

One hand retraces its path back up your body, eliciting shivers and groans from you until our fingers thread. The other caressing a sensitive spot behind your knee before slowly raking fingers along the inside of a thigh stopping mere millimeters shy of the juncture of your thighs. Tempting you. Teasing you. Torturing you.

I just continue to gaze at you with a tiny half smile watching you bite your lower lip and groan low in your throat as you refuse to meet my silent command. My smile grows as you squeeze my hand tighter when I drag a nail down one inner thigh and up the other. That's when you give in and tell me exactly what you want. What I wanted.

I can't help but lick my lips as my fingers discover what my eyes knew long ago. I don't even try to resist temptation and quickly flick two fingers down, around and up. The motion allowing me to collect your moisture and to cause you to loudly gasp and thrust your hips upward seeking further pressure.

But not yet.

Because my hand is already at my mouth and my eyes are closing as I taste you. You. Only you. And I think my senses are going into overload from the taste, the smell, the feel of you along with all your delightful gasps, groans and moans.

Actions have consequences and I'm sure I'll pay later for making you wait that little bit. But that doesn't bother me because actions also have reactions and that's all I'm focused on now. Reactions. Yours.

Your slick heat envelops my fingers and I groan out loud with you. Tight. Wet. Hot. There's nothing like it. Nothing. And you're arching and bucking against my sliding and thrusting. Until finally 'X' marks the spot and you're there. Going over the edge. The deluge of sounds coming from you is music to my ears. Sounds that I caused. Sounds. Sensations. Because of me. Because of us.

Now it's my turn to wrap myself around you and hold you safe as slight tremors continue to go through your body. And I can't help but give a low chuckle as you mutter something about loving women who keep their promises.

And I promise you I always will.

~fin~