| The Seven Deadly Sins by Zuke *Lust - the inordinate craving for the pleasures of the body* I awoke to her gentle breathing. The first glimmerings of dawn came through the blinds, and drew faint golden stripes across her sleeping face. I carefully reached a finger out and brushed it lightly across her cheek. She sighed and I thought she would wake, but instead her breathing returned to its steady, deep pattern. Her lips were parted slightly, and I stared at them, thinking about the way they felt, the way they tasted. I felt a tingle race from my lips to my sex. I leaned toward her and lightly brushed my lips against hers. This time she stirred, though she still didn't wake. She turned toward me and flung her arm around my waist. The movement caused the blankets to fall from her shoulder, exposing her breasts. The tingle became a throb. I felt her come fully awake as I placed tender kisses around her nipples. She leaned backwards, trying to orient herself, and I nibbled at the soft, sensitive skin on the underside of her breasts. "That's nice," she purred. "You smell sleepy," I said, and continued to nuzzle. "What's gotten in to you?" she asked, leaning towards me. "Want you, need you," I mumbled, as my mouth and tongue continued to consume her. She moaned in response and buried her fingers in my hair. * *Envy - the desire for other's traits, status, abilities, or situation* "That was a nice way to wake up," she said, after a few minutes of lying boneless beside me. She kissed me and then swept her tongue across my lips, tasting herself. She moaned, deep in her throat. I felt the vibration within me, and my sex hummed with it. She released my mouth and smiled up at me. Her smile was innocence and experience, virgin and whore. "Now it's your turn," she said simply. Sometimes, giving her pleasure is enough for me. This time, though, I needed her mouth on me, her fingers inside of me. I felt as if she was on a high plateau and I was climbing towards her. I needed to be with her. She reached down to me and held me tight. She brought me up beside her with a sure grip. And we stood together among the eagles. * *Sloth - the avoidance of spiritual or physical work* "Let's call in sick," I begged for the third time. "No," she said, but she didn't move. "Please?" I leaned forward and traced my tongue across her collarbone. I heard her sharp intake of breath and watched as the pulse vibrated in her neck. My hand stroked down her belly and into her soft curls. I smiled as her hips moved towards me. "I think we're both coming down with a horrible illness," she said, capturing my lips. * *Wrath - strong vengeful anger or indignation* Her lips and tongue teased me until my muscles quivered and I began to pant. "Please, please," I groaned as I grabbed handfuls of the sheet. "Please what?" she asked, a teasing lilt in her voice. She knew that I was beyond speech, beyond coherent thought. I struggled to form the words. "Need your�mouth on me," I gasped. "My mouth is on you," she said, as she kissed the soft skin of my upper thigh. I groaned and my hips bucked, pushing my sex toward her, my body seeking the touch that it craved. "Please," I groaned again when she avoided the contact. She hummed evilly and dipped a finger into my moist folds, still avoiding the places that I needed her the most. Desire overwhelmed me and I cried out in anger and need. And at that moment, she entered me and my wrath turned to bliss. * *Gluttony - an inordinate desire to consume more than that which one requires* "Aren't you hungry?" she asked. She ran her fingers through my hair, her nails scratching against my scalp. "Yes," I said, watching goose bumps raise on my arm. "But I'm only hungry for you." Her eyes danced, reacting to the truth in my voice. "I need more," I whispered, supplicating. She smiled at me. "Surely you've had your fill." I didn't speak, just gazed into her eyes. She nodded, once, almost imperceptibly. I could feel her legs move, opening up to me, and I lowered my head to feast. * *Pride - excessive belief in one's own abilities* We awoke in each other's arms after collapsing, breathless and sweating and unable to hang on to consciousness. We smiled and then kissed, tenderly at first and then more passionately. She broke away from me and took a long, shuddering breath. "I don't think I can go any more," she said apologetically. "Are you saying you don't want me?" I teased. "I'll always want you," she replied quickly. "Then are you saying I don't excite you?" I countered. "You know you always excite me," she said, running a finger across my cheek. "Then are you daring me?" I asked. I smiled and a growl escaped my lips. Her pupils widened and her eyes became black with desire. "Yes," she whispered. I accepted the challenge. * *Greed - a rapacious desire for more than one needs or deserves* "Sweetheart?" "Hmm?" "Do you think we'll still be sick tomorrow?" "Tomorrow's Saturday." "Oh yeah. Ya know what?" "What?" "I'm in heaven." The End |
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