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 Female x Male  BDSM  Erotica Aperture Erotica | Libra x Rhizome

Discussion in 'Roleplay Execution' started by Rhizome, Sep 19, 2018.

  1. Libra

    Libra Gypsy Heart With A Wandering Soul Member

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    Her breath caught as his lips made contact with her neck. She closed her eyes, letting the sensation of those lips caressing the delicate skin dominate her. She let her head fall slowly to the side as his kisses trailed down her neck. Beckett shuddered as he inched a hand up her leg, but welcomed it as it came to rest on the back of her upper thigh, softly smiling at the action. She hated to admit it, but he'd won this one. Her body betrayed that fact. She was defensless, a woman possesed. The moment he laid a hand on her, she was putty in his hands. Her hands lifted behind his head, gently threading her fingers throught his hair.

    There was something so soothing about the whole interaction. Beckett had become so accustomed to mediocre males who only cared about their own wants. The type who were only interested in the "cum and go" type of men. But this was delicate, gentle. Things moved slow, as if each were trying to learn the other detail by detail. She freed one hand from his hair, stroking his arm. His lips ventured towards her collar bone, a key spot that always made her tingle. A quiet contented sigh escaped her. There was peace that radiated from him and it blanketed her. It was like she'd found a safe place.

    She felt him grow hard under her leg, and she grinned at the reaction she received. And judging by what she felt there, he was in no way mediocre. His teeth grazed over her jaw before rubbing his nose against her. She pulled her head back to look at him. But just as soon as she did, he moved in, locking his lips with hers. And God, it was perfect. She parted her lips, inviting him to deepen it.

    Her fingers continued to twist in his hair as the kiss continued. But she hesitantly pulled away, her breathing heavy. She stood from his lap, turning so she could straddle his legs instead, offering them both more access to each other. Her arms draped over his broad shoulders once more. "I think that's just a little better, don't you?" She moved back in, continuing she kiss she'd broken.
     
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  2. Rhizome

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    What began as a crestfallen expression swiftly morphed into a comfortable and deeply happy smile. Ecstatic joy graced Scott's face when Beckett shifted in place to gently hoist her leg over his lap and straddle him. "More than a little," Scott replied. He spoke through a soft groan, offering his assessment of Beckett's demonstration of boldness.

    The weight upon her landing imparted a reassurance that stemmed from a new, escalated degree of intimacy; Scott's hands -- quite without conscious thought -- slid up the side of Beckett's thighs when she mounted him, holding her hips as their groins kissed in contact. The color eluded Scott, but he could feel the texture of her panties and discern their frail, skimpy nature. His hands rested upon her rear end, and those hands gripped slightly to induce a gently roll of her hips into his erection. His eyes widened, as if being inundated by the drug of a lifetime, before exhaling in relaxation and his pelvis inching upward. The weight of Beckett's arms on his shoulders assured him that she was close, that she wanted to be close. Their faces danced and hovered as their respective sex organs pressed together, the thin mask of clothing still in the way becoming superfluous.

    The resumed kissing felt like coming home, to a place that was his and always had been. Scott's skin tingled, and his ample, defined muscles coaxed themselves into stirring. His strong hands left the tantalizing landscape beneath Beckett's dress and glided up the sides of her upper arms, feeling the smooth texture of her pale skin. The oral exchange deepened and Scott began to introduce his tongue into the proceedings. Gentle, intrepid arcs curled up to graze Beckett's lips, just touching her tongue in careful titilation. His kiss pressed further and their mouths sealed with a hum of approval from the man. The hands that tenderly massaged her upper shoulders activated, slowly pinching the spaghetti straps that held up her dress and letting them drop to each side. The firm pads of Scott's fingers ran a path from Beckett's collarbone, down the swell of her upper chest, to the hem of the dress's neckline ... which began to lower, a frontier Scott's fingertips gingerly explored.
     
  3. Libra

    Libra Gypsy Heart With A Wandering Soul Member

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    Lascivious visions of her lips wrapped around his length flowed into her mind as his arousal strained further underneath her. But she quickly nudged that notion away - at least for the time being- and focused on the events at hand. She adored the feeling of his firm hands spreading across her ass, fingers sliding over the cheeky black lace. Allowing herself to be guided by him, she rocked her hips into his member. She continued a rocking motion, rubbing against his now rigid erection. The look that permeated his eyes drove her insane and she could feel her center grow even hotter, beginning to dampen the lace. A soft moan left her throat, eyes fluttering closed.

    The kiss they shared was unprecedented. It was slow and sensual in a way that electified the moment. His tongue gently penetrated the kiss, deepening it. Firm fingers pulled the straps from her shoulders, letting the dress slip partially. She hadn't the need for a bra with the dress. As it slid down, it came to reveal the swell of her breasts. The pads of his fingers dragged over the delicate skin, causing her to moan softly into the caress of their lips. If he'd given one more tug to the dress, her chest would be fully exposed.

    The present circumstance wasn't at all what she'd envisioned her night to be. She'd pictured a mild night alone minding only herself. But she'd been wrong. Oh so wrong. But nothing could have felt more right. It'd all advanced so rapidly. She hardly knew the man, but the feeling that she'd known him for years was present with her. He wrapped her in warmth and an overwhelming feeling of safety. Beckett pulled away from his lips, breathing heavily. She rested her forehead against his, closing her eyes. She didn't say anything. But she could sense that he felt the same way and she knew he'd understand what she was thinking. Words weren't needed. For reasons she couldn't explain, she was connected to this man. She ran a thumb over the back of his neck, silently communicating her thoughts. He was what she needed. She opened her eyes, making contact with his. In that gaze was everything she had. For the first time in awhile, she'd let her guard down with someone. She was vulnerable and fragile. But she needed to do it. One could only hold up the facade of strength for so long before their walls crumbled. But he'd taken them down stone by stone
     
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  4. Rhizome

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    People often say that you can view someone's inner self when they are stressed; Scott disagreed. He found that intimate moments, like the one he and Beckett were in the midst of sharing, revealed far more. Stressed people often resorted to mechanisms of control and betrayed how they treated other people; intimacy meant being one's true self on display, open and seeking. When she rested her forehead on his, nestling in the perfect patience of their mutual presence, Scott responded in kind. His hands ceased their naughty process of revealing the tantalizing contours of her chest ... and, instead, lifted them to rest soothingly on both slopes of her graceful neck. Beckett's musculature felt almost frail under the man's brawny touch, which attended to her sensations with a delicate attention. The gentle nature of Scott's touch mirrored the erotic furnace in his heart -- of raging nuclear power, dialed to light the tender flames of their budding romance with loving care. Beckett sat quietly, not moving, not shifting, not kissing -- Scott could have taken hold of an insecure line of flight, a burst of petulant thought against her seeming resistance to sexual conquest. But, he didn't; the concept never entered Scott's mind. Too long had the people in his life demanded or cajoled him for what he could offer to their miserable, self-centered existence. The blue in Beckett's eyes blazed with her spirit -- seldom seen -- and the power of her soul left him mesmerized, near tearful at her beauty.

    [​IMG]To every call, there comes a response. The magnitude of the tender vulnerability in Beckett's gaze roused a cloud of determined love as primal as it was protective. Scott's returned gaze spoke as much, further delaying the illicit exploration of her nudity, taking the time to rub her nose with his -- demanding her eye not waver from his -- to speak with azure assurance: You're safe; you're loved; you're mine. Scott's face tilted in to unleash a quick kiss that lingered with infinite depth, fueling a spike in his core that cried with fervent eroticism. Small, subsequent kisses continued the love-making they had begun and merely paused. Scott's hands slowly descended to graze down the swell of Beckett's upper chest and stop just shy of her dress hem. He'd been here before, stopping out of respect; his fingers tugged down the loose garment, filled with more respect than he'd ever garnered for anyone. The undercurve and nipples of Beckett's breasts felt the parallel length of Scott's fingers, and the exploration of her mound's topography went in keeping with the emotion that defined them upon that couch.

    The dress she wore bunched around her waist, and Scott migrated his kisses down her neck to her perfect bosom. His lips slowly adored her soft, supple mounds -- the strokes of his tongue gingerly indulging her pert buds with unyielding attention. His hands returned under the bunched ring around her mid-section, this time sliding under the waistline of her panties. As his fingers claimed the region of her rear end, Scott looked back up to Beckett. Eyes of loving service met her desire.

    "I want you ..." he whispered.
     
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  5. Libra

    Libra Gypsy Heart With A Wandering Soul Member

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    He silently ordered her not to turn away from him. The unwavering gaze commanded her attention and she found herself unable to divert her eyes. His nose stroked against hers, and the hands on her body assured her that he was really there. The message his eyes conveyed was clear. She understood every single word. The patience he exhibited was extraordinary. She knew that any other man would've only shoved away the mess that she was. But there he stayed. Her eyes closed as he kissed her again, a blazing, powerful kiss that expressed it all. He was right. She was safe in his arms. No one could touch her, not even her mother who always seemed to weasel her way into Beckett's mind. Not even herself. It was just Beckett and Scott. Nothing else mattered to her then. She was loved; the look in his eye made that evident. She didn't question it. She couldn't question it. Love was all she needed, even if it it was temporary. Somone to make her feel wanted. And she was his. That fact was made clear to her in that moment. For the first time in what felt like decades her heart attached to someone. She wouldn't admit it aloud, that was too hard. Whenever it was time to let him go, she wouldn't be able to take it. But she knew it to be true. Beckett loved him.

    The dress was released, left to pool around her waist after he pulled it down. Strong fingers set her body ablaze as they spread across her chest. His face lowered, his lips making contact with the smooth skin. He placed soft kisses upon it, making her skin tingle. A skilled tongue found it's way to her nipples, and she hummed in approval. Her head tilted back, ecstasy overcoming her body. Her chest heaved at each heavy breath she took. It was a first for her, being so in tune with someone. Her body inclined to react to every single touch, no matter how innocent. Just a glance from him could set her in flames. But with his hands dancing over her body, she was a goner.

    The kisses continued and she turned her attention towards him. She reached a hand to gently graze over the prominent entity in his pants. Beckett placed a hand on his member, stroking it over the material of his trousers. Hands cupped her rear end, making full contact with the skin as his hand sneaked underneath the lace. His face came to meet hers as he spoke. "I want you...." he had breathed. She smiled, catching his lips with hers before she spoke. "Then take me." She whispered.
     
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  6. Rhizome

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    The dance of their discovery of one another -- an erotic tango of connection and feelings -- changed. Not ending, the tempo simply shifted to one with profound sexual want. The feel of Beckett's hand teasing the ridge of his hardness, along with those perfectly whispered, ignited Scott to action. Always the one in charge of affairs in the bedroom, Beckett's words unhooked the lead from the collar of lustful restraint. He spoke in soft command. "Put your arms around my neck."

    His hand, still under her panties and slowly gripping her taut ass cheek, slipped out and held the bottom curvature of her rump; his free hand braced behind him, and Beckett felt Scott shift forward an inch, perching himself on the edge of the couch. In demonstration of his great strength, he stood while lifting Beckett, whose legs still straddled his pelvis. Pushing on the couch back, Scott gradually attained a standing position, his bracing hand curling her leg around his waist before holding the other half of her bottom. Her pert breasts jiggled slightly as he righted himself, assuring her that -- though dramatic in excitement -- his gesture kept her safe and sound.

    The plush surface of the bed -- their destination -- beckoned to them both. Scott could have pushed Beckett up and off of him to reach the bed more quickly. However, Scott would not have ever considered such a thing. The intimacy of their -- albeit clothed -- contact constituted a tender act of courage, one Scott felt was unprecedented for the sexually meek woman. To push her off would have been to push her away, something that Scott could never tolerate or abide. The minute surrendered upon that couch felt like the most precious gift possibly: he would protect it. Thankful, he kissed her deeply as she was held, suspended feet from the edge of the bed. His raging erection never broke and applied salacious pressure against Beckett's melting womanhood.

    Scott walked carefully to the corner of the bed, bending at the knees and lowering Beckett before lowering her back to lay flat upon the bed. The duvet accepted her, inflating around the woman's form, the soft texture of the cover soothing against her bare back. Scott remained over her, but his mass did not weigh upon hers; instead their french kisses grew heated in a way that induce a mild, sexual delirium. Scott broke the kiss and reconnected his lips at the soft of Beckett's throat, his nose turning her face to speak in her ear.

    "I need to taste you," he whispered, hoarse with lust.

    Kisses peppered a trail from her neck down to her breasts, lingering there and teasing her ready nipples with licks from his soft, broad tongue. Further south he migrated and his fingers grasped the bunched up dress around her waist. Scott stood, his chest heaving in time with the blazing, restrained desire in his eyes. The dress was pulled up her (now) vertical legs and tossed onto an adjacent chair. Beckett would feel the thrilling frisson of cool around her mid-section as Scott relieve her of her panties. With a casual release, he tossed the black undergarments next to them upon the bed. Touching the thin lengths of her legs, his hands reached the heels she wore and he smirked. "I want you to keep these on for me," he intoned. The hairs of his masculine beard tickled Beckett's ankles as he kissed them both, his eye falling to the moist prize that awaited him. Before he indulged, however, he made one last gesture -- one that exhibited the raw passion he tried desperately to contain.

    Scott's hands inched into the spaces between his buttons. Curling, he yanked his hands quickly and ripped his shirt open. The buttons flew onto the floor, leaving his the exposed, chiseled topography of his chest on full display. With a lewd, knowing grin, Scott kissed down each of her upright legs, down the bulge of her calves to the supple region of her inner thighs. Once he passed her knees, He bend them over his shoulders. His eyes found hers -- dark meeting blue -- as he neared the fountain from which he yearned to drink one scented with the sexual perfume of her desire. She would be his that night, he thought. Once he was done, he would keep her in his bed and take again, and again -- as often as his anatomy would allow. Beckett was Scott's drug, one that intoxicated his soul.

    He closed his eyes as his rigid tongue gently sliced open her folds and tenderly searched for her clit.
     
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  7. Libra

    Libra Gypsy Heart With A Wandering Soul Member

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    Love. Beckett tossed the word around in her head. It felt so strange and foreign now. That was something she hadn't allowed herself to feel in nearly 2 years. It was dangerous, getting attatched. She had become so accustomed to people leaving, to being second choice, to never seeming to be good enough for the men with whom she crossed paths. So when she let that wonderful warm feeling nestle into her heart for someone, hurt always followed. Every single time, it was like getting her heart ripped out, and she was left alone to repair the damage. Beckett knew she couldn't handle that again. It'd be too much. The whole ordeal wasn't something she liked to dwell on, she loathed it. At one time, she'd been so completely happy, she thought it'd never end. She had just published her second book, she had a fiance who loved her, everything seemed to be right. But the statement "Fuck! I thought you had a meeting with your Editor. Jesus Christ, I-" as your fiance shoved another woman off of him in your bed had the ability to screw someone up a tad.

    But Scott was her turning page. She'd shrugged those troubles off like an old soiled garment the moment she crossed the threshold to his room. She couldn't miss another chance; he was to valuable to let go of. So she opened herself up to him. And it'd led her here, this wonderful, safe place she'd found in him. She was sheltered from everything that chased her, haunted her. This man in front of her was a change, a new chance. But for once, she didn't care about the risk, she let it go. Would she tell him that? No. "I love you." Were the three words Beckett was sure she was incapable of saying anymore. But she felt it. It burned in her soul, and it felt so good. She'd finally let herself go. She let herself be happy.

    A smile lit up her face at the conclusion. She was his, and nothing would get in the way of that. Not that night. She'd let herself exist happily, peacefully. Beckett pressed a kiss to his head before she rested her forehead against his. The woman did as she was told, wrapping her arms gingerly around his neck. His next gesture caused the smile she wore to widen. He slowly stood, and she gently adjusted to the change in position. A hand guided her legs to wrap around his waist, and she followed the direction. She could've walked easily, but that was the significance of it. He could've shoved her away, but instead he pulled her closer. He caught her lips with a mesmerizing kiss as they approached the bed. Her core accepted the feeling of his length pressing in, and it desperately ached for more.

    He gently laid her to rest on the bed. The thick bedding welcomed her warmly. He hovered over her, their kisses continuing. His lips parted from hers, trailing kisses up the length of her jaw. He gently nudged her cheek with his nose. Scott's husky voice was thick with want. A nod met his words.

    "I'm all yours." She breathed.

    His kisses claimed the skin as he traveled south. They brushed over her neck, eventually meeting her breasts once more. Her fingers fond their way to gentle tangle in his hair. Her breaths were fast and heavy, her anticipation for what was to come growing with each second. His tongue agitated the delicate skin, causing her nipples to become alert.

    All too soon he retreated, turning attention to her clothing. Her legs were lifted as he skillfully relieved her of the infamous dress. She was just a step away from being completely bare. Tossing the dress aside, he curled his fingers around the lace, pulling off her panties. She was now naked before him, but she felt so comfortable. His hands brushed the lengths of her legs attention landing on the black pumps. She smiled in response to his request.

    "As you wish." She grinned.

    Her eyes followed his actions as he ripped his shirt open. "I'm looking forward to wearing that in the morning." Her voice was low and gentle. His lips moved once more to her legs, caressing down the skin, growing ever closer to where she needed him most. She bent her legs over his shoulder, doing as he directed her to. Those beautiful dark eyes met hers one more time before he lowered him head.His beard tickled the bare skin and the moment his tongue made contact, she thought she'd melt into the sheets.
     
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  8. Rhizome

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    Scott oral ministrations began gently, at first. The tips of his beard hairs knew the concave profile of Beckett's exposed region, much like a cat with whispers. He wondered on the effects of his facial hair on the woman's sensitive skin. As his tongue made long, slow licks from south to north, he figured that she would twitch or protest if bothered. However, as Scott continued adoring her sex, he came to the conclusion that the sexual power of his attentions must have eradicated any minor distractions. His half-opened eyes watched the woman relax and spread her arms out to either side, watch her breasts rise up with lurid inhale. The shape of her breasts profoundly aroused Scott, and he felt his core melting at the prospect of sucking on her tits as he filled her again and again.

    The heat and scent of Beckett greeted Scott's face in an invisible cloud of musk and moisture. Though they only kissed, the time they had spent on the couch had not been idle. Scott felt an ardent resolution that they connected as souls on that couch, and his intuition hinted that the tenderness they exchanged unlocked the internal vaults of Beckett's genuine emotions -- vaults amply locked from the inside. If any of those barriers remained, Scott felt that each upward lick of his tongue inside her soaked slit unlatched ones that remained. Her pussy tasted sweet and the inside texture soft, like velvet. He shifted the angle of his face, drawing the broad of his tongue to slather upward with gradual, teasing ease until he felt the small, hard bud of her clit. He exalted in the pressure his face felt from her legs slung over his shoulders, the feel of her soft inner thighs at his cheeks as he ate her out.

    Scott's hands refused to remain still, and the flat of his palms glides up Beckett's sides from her hips to her ribcage. As his tongue vacillated between soft, tender taps and stiff, sticking wriggles, Scott turned his hands to ascend her pert, ready mounds. Scott's tanned hands engulfed Beckett's pale-colored breasts, holding them, kneading them, and fondling them in rhythm to the stroking motion his head began to adore her love button. Beckett could easily discern from the way Scott plied his affections to her core intimacy that he worshiped the act of pleasing her with every ounce of his soul. He seemed lost in the motions, assigning himself to serving her and inducing every sensation to bring her the highest delight. When his lips kiss and began sucking upon her clitoris, his strong fingers pinched at her nipples -- they tugged upward, drawing her supple breasts into low, peaked pyramids. He released her, letting their mass fall and shake before taking them once again. Fingers turned to light claws, and his mails lightly scratched the sides of her mounds to coax them firmer, more ready for the next phase of their love-making.

    Scott loved adoring Beckett; he loved how Beckett yielded and allowed him to please her the way he wanted.

    Scott's heart finally felt a connection to a beautiful human being that piqued his arousal and instigated the fire of want. His face lifted, his beard covered in the dew of her summoned arousal. Every sound and writhe she offered him came as a clarion call of their inevitable union. Releasing her handled breasts, one hand held the back of her knee upright -- the other planted on the bed in the crux of her armpit. His weight pushed the sleeping surface down, and the look of intense desire burned in his dark eyes, like burning embers. The massive head of his manhood poked near her sex twice before gaining purchase and seeking the warm moisture he'd cultivated. Without breaking eye contact, the wide flare of his head stretched and slipped into the silky suction of her need lips. A deep groan emanated from the man, and Beckett could feel the width of his girth as his shaft slowly inserted. Scott could feel each inch of his incursion being coated, and the frisson caused him to pause and flex his love muscle -- a sensation that tested the tightness of Beckett's clinging walls, a sensation that he hoped would send ripple effects throughout her body.

    He lowered himself then, feet still planted on the hotel carpet. The drippings of her pussy could be tasted on his beard when they kissed with their tongues in erotic passion. Scott spoke in halting gasps. "I've needed you ..." Another short gasp of wide-eyes arousal as another inch claimed her sheath. "... for so long."

    Their chests gently swayed and nipples touched as Scott's gradual yet determined invasion took its time, filling the woman to the brim with his pulsing erection. She was under him and yet above everything else he'd ever know. He began to rock and sway his mid-section and enjoy the intoxicating pleasure of the woman who would be the love of his life.
     
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  9. Libra

    Libra Gypsy Heart With A Wandering Soul Member

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    The sound of her shallow breath and the soft hum of pleasured whimpers filled the quiet. Her senses were thrown into overdrive the moment he made contact with her arousal. His facial hair tickled the bare, delicate skin; however, she found it only heightened the sensations he'd heaped upon her. Each upward stroke of his tongue inched her closer to euphoria.

    Her back arched upward as he found her clit, the titillation sending surges of pleasure through her body. A knot began to form in her core, the heat of her arousal resting in the pit of her stomach. A chill ran down her spine as his hands crept their way up her torso. They came to rest upon the firm mounds of flesh that inhabited her chest. His broad hands gently fondled them, handling them with care. She could feel him press soft kisses onto the bundle of nerves, creating a gentle suction that increased the pleasure she felt tenfold. The knot began to grow larger. His fingers teased the keen buds, pinching and tugging, causing them to become erect under his touch. She writhed as shockwaves of pleasure jolted through her in reaction the the attention her body was receiving. "Scott..." she breathed. Her back arched again, a moan leaving her lips. One last stroke of his tongue was her undoing. The thin lengths of her legs quivered as the knot unraveled, the effects of her orgasm rippling through her body. Her eyes were closed, as she pressed her head into the plush bedding, her back meeting the surface of the bed as she relaxed. She slowly came off the high, her body quivering once again in pure ecstacy.

    Her eyes opened slowly, turning to look at him. He lifted his head, and she marveled at the way those gorgeous dark orbs captured hers. She was convinced he could see right through her, her feelings, her insecurities, whatever he wanted to know, he just had to gaze into her eyes to find out. Her chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, as she studied his features, comitting every single thing about him to memory like this was the first and last time they'd ever be together. She never wanted to lose this moment. She never wanted to forget the feeling of being with him. She stored away the way his shoulders flexed with his breath, the intensity that burned in his eyes, or the way his face always seemed to soften when their gazes met. He was so beautiful to her.

    Beckett smiled as he rose to his feet, drawing closer as one hand cupped behind her left knee, and one came to rest just below her arm, pressing into the material that adorned the bed. His alluring eyes were alight with passion as he began to slowly press his member into her. She took a sharp breath as she adjusted to the size. Spreading her legs out a touch farther, she offered him better access. Her arousal was more than ready for his length, dripping with the evidence of the pleasure she had experienced due to his previous activities. Inch by inch, he pressed his cock into her, spreading the compact walls of her pussy. She hummed in approval as he flexed his member, sending waves of pleasure through her body again.

    His tongue danced against her's to an erotic tempo that pulsed in the kiss he initiated. Though he pulled away to look her in the eye. His breats were short and sharp as he uttered those words. His statement made her heart melt. She propped herself up on her elbow, draping an arm over his back. She rested the crook of her elbow over the back of his neck, and her hand rested upon his broad shoulder. Those three impossible words sprung up in the back of her mind. But instead of words, she pressed her lips to his in a deep kiss that she never wanted to end.

    She rested her forehead against his when it was time to break apart the kiss. Her eyes burned into his as he filled her completely . The feeling was incomparable. "I think you're spectacular. I wouldn't give tonight up for the world." Beckett whispered. She slowly circled her hips, in hopes of heightening the sensation for him. She could feel the pulsing of his large, stiff member. Her hips rocked into his as he began to sway his own. And a contented sigh left her lips before she pressed them to kiss his.
     
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  10. Rhizome

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    Every inch that Scott advanced into Beckett left him overwhelmed and ecstatically overstimulated. He paused several times — eyes staring, mouth agape, gasps halting — as the sensation of her warm, clinging sex around his shaft induced an intensity that riddled goosebumps across the skin of his back. The topography of his body shifted rhythmically with an erotic ease, one both enamored with and fueled by profound emotions that sat on the spectrum opposite of pure lust. Beckett had awoken a slumbering beast in Scott that evening, having done nothing more than be her true self. Honesty was such a fragile and rare commodity in his life — a simple whiff of Beckett's vulnerability proved the ultimate pheromone for Scott Hargreaves. Compelled in primal heat, he gave chase, demonstrating his want in every powerful, determined thrust that pushed into Beckett's drenched pussy.

    Scott's love-making came devoid of desperation, for base sex could be found at home with Alison. Though a virtual super-model, Alison did not entice Scott — nor did her mere appearance persuade his desire to choose her. Seldom did Scott and Alison couple; when they did, the event came with an ample chorus of whines and complaints that made Scott soon regret the effort invested in bedding the blonde. Months earlier, sex between Scott and Alison held kinky promise, and she excelled in luring Scott's fantasies into fruition; but, in the end, he was decieved. Alison was essentially homeless and knew that being worshiped by a prized photographer would ensure her potential for fame ... or, at the very least, a roof over her head. In time, the reality of their incompatibility became clear: Alison desired adoration; Scott desired intimacy. Adoration in itself was not a vice, but Alison embraced the sentiment as a matter of right, forsaking the sacrificial element of love and adopting the selfish pursuit of a vain princess. It was little wonder that the two had decided to entertain an open relationship, though it became an extra weight build over a bed of unstable sand. Apathy was the sole reason for Scott's consent. Little did he realize that trying to dismiss his parasitic girlfriend would lead to finding a woman who made his soul vibrate, as if in the presence of a soulmate.

    Scott's feet found stable foundation planted firmly on the carpeted floor, which gave his bare feet traction as he drove in his penetrations. Beckett's lubrication began to coat both of their lower regions, and the sound of Scott's efforts became more pronounced — each invasion announced as a rhythm of sloppy suction. A prolonged french kiss engulfed them both, and Scott hummed in smoldering delight as he rolled Beckett's hips up by pinning her legs back. Keeping her heeled feet aloft, Scott's bulked frame had its way with the pleasures Beckett offered. His cock delved deeper than before; the width of his base spreading her lips as he fully embedded. A relieved groan erupted from the man as he felt the blunt tip of his head rubbing against the bottom of her shaft: touching places no other man had ever reached. Part of her inner sex found the sensitive tendon under his head and tickled it — the result being an orgasmic frisson as a batch of precum shot deep into her womb.

    Gasping sharply and momentarily dizzy, Scott found an oasis in an erotic kiss that lingered for minutes. The power of Scott's shifting pelvis dampened during that time, though he remained rock hard while inside of Beckett's sex. That small blast of semen induced a climax that opened an erotic doorway, introducing a new world that Scott found himself more than eager to enter. As the pulse of minor sexual bliss enervated him, Scott's emotions came to the fore and he found himself enrapt with the woman beneath him. Crazy as it seemed, he wanted no one else ... ever. But, such thoughts were as ardent as they were ludicrous. Beckett was a fine and accomplished woman, and he was this hotel for a wedding, which meant that she likely hailed from out of town: out of reach beyond the realm of possibility.

    If he was to lose her, Scott wanted Beckett to hear the truth that he knew she needed to hear. He gently grasped her jaw in his hand, tilting her eyes to meet his own; he returned a gaze of wonderment. “You are so … incredibly … beautiful.”

    Scott’s voice projected a tone of sincerity, devoid of deceit or purpose – he regarded Beckett as if she were a blue-eyed goddess etched in marble. A wry smirk lifted one side of Scott's smile. Cheeky in new-found comfort, he raised himself and tugged Beckett's form back, closer to the corner of the bed. He stood upright, the bed high enough to allow him lurid access and not needing to bend over. Scott held Beckett's leg upright against his chest, her black heels next to his ears, he kissed her ankles — depositing a dollop of spit onto his hand before reaching down and slathering it into the folds o her already soaked vulva. Triumphant with his firmly entrenched member, he took her eagerly, engrossed by the nascent attachment that his heart solidified with each piston-like movement of his member into her.

    "So, tell me," Scott said. He spoke, mildly breathless from exertion, his thumb still toying with her clit. "Do you have any requests?" If this was going to be their only night, he wanted Beckett to remember it for the rest of her life.
     
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    She pondered the question. The words were foreign to her. It wasn't something she was used to hearing, epecially in the bedroom. It made her smile. Everything about him was so different than what she'd previously seen in men.

    She knew the answer. She knew what she wanted. "Take me in any way you like."

    He'd already given her so much. Her heart had swelled when he told her she was beautiful. The pleasure he'd imposed upon her with every stroke of his tongue or every thrust of his member spread warmth throughout her. Even then, he stroked her clit with a broad finger. It felt like a service to her. Like he was focused on giving her everything she wanted. But she wanted to give him something too.

    She loved the feeling of his member filling her so completely. She was sure he'd reached somewhere no other man ever had. Their bodies were a perfect duo, their love-making was a thrilling erotic tango of passion.

    "I don't care what it is, if you want it, then you have it." She said.

    Sbe adored the way he'd occasionally take control, move her where he wanted her, or tell her what he wanted. But she wanted more from him. She exhibited her trust by giving him full control. If he needed something, she wanted to fulfill that desire to the best of her abilities. She'd figuratively handed the leash to him. That was her request.

    His hand kept at her clit, the rythym sending shockwaves through her body. She loved everything he did to her. She rolled her hips onto his hand, deepening the sensation. She hummed in approval, adoring the feeling, and cherishing it.

    She looked at him. "So, tell me," she began. "Do you have any requests?" She smiled at him. The hair of his beard tickled her ankles. She could still feel him inside of her, his cock pulsing every now and then. Any time he shifted , even minor movements, would send waves through her.

    She hated the thought of separating from him. But she knew that she'd have to let go eventually. Every minute spent togeher was a minute closer to when she'd have to leave him. But that wasn't where she wanted to focus. She placed her attention on what time she did have.
     
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    There was a time when Scott would have given anything to have a beautiful woman ask him such a question. The thrills of sexual conquest took many forms, all varied and defined by those tiny kinks accrued over time. A request entailed a preference, and a preference involved a degree of desire for something above all others. Scott spent much of his life wayward, searching, trying his utmost to answer this very question. He had bedded women of every color and creed and enjoyed the pleasures only found in two women simultaneously. Those, however, were pleasures of the flesh; the fulfillment they provided was surface, and thus fleeting. Scott always wanted more, and it had dawned upon him that what he wanted was a soul to call his own.

    The motions of Scott's thumb teased and adored, at times pulling to one side and stretching the fringe of her soft covering skin. He heard her offer: if he had any requests. Could she quell the longing that has lived in his heart since he was a boy? Could she give him more than any other woman possibly could? Could she offer herself everyday for the rest of their lives? An emotional ball welled in Scott's core, the impending fracturing of their company looming but not yet arrived. He'd tell her. Scott would answer her question, though his answer would be cryptic and leave her bemused.

    After tasting his thumb, Scott's strong hands slid up Beckett's form and fondled, caressed her firm mounds that he felt were criminally unattended. He bent over her, hands quickly directing her legs to wrap around his waist. The weight of his body pressed lightly upon hers, and Scott took hold of her. One hand gradually gripped her scalp, the other placed her hand upon his cheek before lightly grasping her throat. Their eyes hung in orbit with one another, their every emotion on mutual display. "I have only one request," he whispered. The way he possessed her made it clear that the sole desire in his heart was to claim her very soul.

    "You," he breathed.

    The piston-like thrusts of his member increased to a fervent pace, his eyes boring into hers: pleading, passionate, impossibly devoted. Their lips locked and Scott unleashed a tongue-infused kiss that poured every ounce of affection that Scott harbored for her. The full length of Scott's shaft traversed the size of Beckett's tight opening again and again, over and over. "I need you to cum," he said, breathless. "Cum for me," he commanded quietly.
     
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    Her eyes never broke contact with his. She watched the numerous emotions she knew they both shared swirl through his eyes. Things neither had said, but were still ever present in each one's mind. The mutual comfort they provided each other, the lust, the adoration, it all came to a head in that moment. Every sharp breath she expelled, and every pleasure filled moan danced with the feelings inside her.

    If there was an ounce of wisdom she could pass on to anyone, it would be to cherish what you have while it's in your grasp. Beckett had come to the conclusion early on, that you can't take what you have for granted. Time is too fleeting to chase after the future while ignoring what is right in front of you. She wasn't sure how long she'd have him, but she was aware that somehow this stranger had come to mean a great deal to her. She wasn't fond of worrying about what was to ome. Instead the time she had in his company was precious, and she worshipped every second of it.

    His thumb continued to tease the sensitive bundle of nerves. Every movement inched her closer to paradise. Every second was heaven.

    He readjusted himself, and she complied, letting him guide her. Her thin, soft legs came to wrap around his warm skin as he lowered himself. She welcomed his close proximity and the new sensations his hands brought on. One tangled firmly in her hair, and the other held her throat softly.

    Her thumb stroked his cheek as she listened to him. Not only did she hear him, but she felt him as well. Those eyes of his said more than his mouth ever could. And with those eyes, and that one simple word, he communicated everything they both wanted. Something that for that one night they could share.

    All outside worries faded away. Anything that had troubled her melted out of existence. It was just the two, nestled into the perfect warmth of their own little world. All she focused on was the feeling of his skin on her's and the immeasurable pleasure he brought her, along with the feelings for him that'd begun to overflow.
    He was her undoing. Every knot of worry, or unrest within her, he'd disentangled.

    He'd never stated exactly what he meant with his reply. But she understood. Her warm eyes made very clear what she felt. Though she'd resolved to keep to herself the deep affection she felt for him, it poured out in her gaze.

    His thrusts became feverish, and she let out a moan she was unable to hold back. The pace of her breaths increased, ringing out in the air, crisp and sharp. But she never left his gaze. She thought her heart might crumble umderneath the emotion his eyes poured out. In them she saw need, passion, affection, the list went on. It was everything she was sure her eyes communicated. She could feel the knot of her rising sexual bliss. The kiss he pressed onto her lips was a seal of their mutual need. His member continued to push into her again and again, reaching deeper than she'd felt before. She propped herself up on her elbow once more, allowing closer contact. Their tongues danced against each other, only connecting them further. With every thrust, his grasp on her throat would tighten, and ease once more. Every single touch, thrust, kiss, and breath, she was pushed closer and closer towards the edge. His words were her final undoing. Her breaths came out jagged as she shut her eyes tightly. Her back arched off the bed, which only allowed the sensation to deepen. The surges rolled through her body, causing her legs to shake from the intensity. She buried her face into the crook of his neck with a final quake rolling through her. Her chest heaved as she took deep breaths, letting her body calm itself. She could feel his heartbeat signaling that he really was there. Her face remained buried, as she was coming off the waves of her earth- shattering orgasm.

    It was all too good to be true. But there she stayed, in his arms. For that night, everything in her world felt right. She was at peace, safe from anything that troubled her.
     
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    She was his — in every way.

    Scott ushered in Beckett's orgasm with the care taken with someone tender and precious. Feet planted firmly upon the carpet, his cock dug and rooted inside of the beautiful woman. The way his hands held Beckett's hair and throat did more than hold her jostled body fast upon the bed, the gesture imparted sensation, possession, a tangible reminder that he was present and that she was his. Even after years, untold hours of conversation, and uncountable totals of money spent on dinners and events — Scott had never been with a woman who felt so right in every way, and the thought of having found her after a few drinks in a hotel bar felt like destiny. How else could one ascribe the profound connection between them, the yearning and surrendering which came with little aversion?

    She was his; and every time Beckett writhed, clenched, and curled under his masculine, sexual gyrations Scott surrendered to the opposing, complementary truth: he was hers.

    When Beckett found her bliss, Scott found his gestures pulling her in, bringing her closer. The deep feeling sparked strong when she moaned her release; Scott wanted her more when she was most vulnerable. It was an erotic equation that seemed written in the stars between them. The way Scott held her imparted every sentiment of ownership, that he could not bear the thought of her getting away then. Scott felt Beckett's legs quivering from her climax, and he slowed to a gradual rhythm of insertion and retreat. His phallic ministrations coaxed her delight from simple bliss to utter ecstasy, ultimately lodging himself deeply and spreading her lower lips wide as they stretched against — and kissed — the broad base of his cock. The way that her back arched drove her breasts into him, and their hard nipples grazed, bumping against the other and stoking further arousal. At times, Scott's rear end felt the smooth fabric of the heels she wore for him, which only urged him on in a regime of passionate pumping that began to gain purchase.

    "... fuck," Scott cursed, whispering.

    The way that Beckett's thighs quivered vibrated her entire lower half, which transferred straight into Scott's erect member. Her tight, slippery sheath tickled him with the skill of a hundred tongues along the length of his shaft. With sudden, quick delight, Scott felt the pool of semen in his core mobilize as his heart raced. Everything about Beckett summoned his carnal reaction, one that would have him empty himself into her right there upon the bed corner. The hand at Beckett's throat released, and she would feel her leg hoisted up, rolling her hip to expose her dripping sex for Scott's pleasure. Soon, the grip on her scalp released and that arm scooped under her shoulder. The move came with pragmatism, as his thrusts escalated from needful proddings to forceful plunder. Her body had begun to migrate toward the headboard in response to the power of his thrusts; his arm arrested that migration, making her swollen sex absorb every sensation his shaft incurred as he took her in carnal possession. Their lips crashed in heat as the sound of their sex became more liquid and sloppy. Scott fucked Beckett ... hard. He forced her eyes to find his, forging that found connection which meant the world to the desperate man. He was desperate — desperate to claim the woman whom he found himself in love with.

    "I'm ...," he panted, "going to fill you ... "
     
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    She met his lips eagerly, tasting them wantingly. Instead of wrestling against each other, their tongues met, slipping into a perfect symphony. It was a dance of tender desperation, if those two words could even intermingle. The need to be ever closer, the desire to be his and nothing else. The sound of their bodies meeting rang in her ears every time he drove himself into her. As the intensity of his thrusts picked up one more, his current pace greatly exceding his prior, she was sure she would feel him for weeks.

    She'd experienced many different approaches from a number of men before. Her own preference wasn't something she was eager to admit, but Scott appeared to know what she needed without Beckett having to say a single word. She craved someone who wasn't afraid to take charge, someone who knew what they wanted, and who wouldn't hesitate to take it. The hand that grasped her throat, and the one that held her scalp, were evidence to the fact that he was more than capable of that.

    He pulled his head back only a bit, his strong gaze commanding her eyes to meet his. Something about his eyes cemented what was in her. She knew that somehow, they were meant to be together. She didn't know how, or why. But she knew that he'd mustered up something in her that she was convinced she'd lost long before he came along. Beckett was not a woman of easy attatchment. She hadn't been for several years. Then he came along and threw everything she thought she knew about herself out the window in one fell swoop. There was a world far beyond sexual need that the two souls shared.

    Tears rimmed her eyes, not out of pain, not out of sorrow. The resolve she'd made two years earlier crumbled underneath his eyes, completely surrendering to a very simple fact. When the thought had crossed her mind before, she scolded herself for being silly, reasoning that it was just the alcohol running through her system. Years of disappointments had demonstrated that love wasn't worth the trouble. Beckett had concluded that there was no sense in falling for someone, if they'd never catch her. She was so tired of landing, broken and alone. She didn't have the strength to pick herself up again. She'd grappled for so long with trying to love herself, and she'd failed in that pursuit. How was she supposed to love someone else? But the answer was in front of her. It seemed so elementary. She felt like Scott was a missing puzzle piece, that fit with impossible perfection, and once he'd found his place, everything made sense in her world. It encompassed everything she had. She had no reason the question it anymore. It was beyond a shadow of a doubt. Beckett loved him.

    He continued to pump mercilessly into her, the position her leg was in allowing him to fill her completely. The heavy rythyms of the breaths he exuded, and the pulsing of his member were the signs of his impending climax. He confirmed this when he spoke.

    "Please..." Beckett pleaded, her voice escaping in a strained sort of way. She couldn't utter more than a word, even if she wanted to. Her body was fully innundated by the feeling of him filling her, unable to organize her thoughts any longer. But she wanted it. Beckett wasn't in the habit of letting men deposit the effects of their climax inside. It wasn't a matter of worry, she had plenty of measures to combat an accident. Instead, it was the closeness of the matter. To Beckett, that was a symbol of intimacy, in effect giving herself to someone completely. She wanted him to finish inside of her, she needed him to mark the fact that she was his, and his only.

    "...please" It came out as a whisper this time.
     
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    As Scott drove his lust into Beckett's sex, a realization of natural truth blossomed in his mind: things slipped away in moments just past one's knowledge. That moment a tower of blocks reaches an inch too high and topples, or when a ball escapes one's grasp and falls to earth, caught in the grips of unrelenting gravity. Once released, they can never be regained; these things are lost but not forgotten, not without lasting effect. The efforts exerted to keep the inevitable from happening could consume lives, but nature always wins. Always.

    Scott's swollen member plunged and rooted about inside of Beckett's warmth, and the sensations her sex induced made the man tremble. His vision blurred from the intensity of erotic chemistry that he had not experienced in a very long time. Scott could see well enough to catch the rim of tears under Beckett's blue orbs. His soul told him that she was being healed, that a deep pain was being exorcised. In the midst of his panting and rabid fucking, Scott took a moment to gently kiss up her tears, stroke her pale, creamy cheek with his stiff fingers. He felt her pelvis roll up for him — the angle of his penetrations now shifting into a nestled clutch of soft, slick pressure that riddled the man's skin with goosebumps. Scott heard her whisper that faintest of wants, and the tenderness of her request sent the man into overdrive. The grip on the back of her hair tightened, and Scott's breath shortened in erratic thrill, not unlike a boy sprinting to the top of a mountain to survey the glorious view at the end of so much exquisite labor. Scott drove his cock into her deeper and deeper, until ---

    "OH MY GOD!" The loud bark of primal conquest announced the massive surge of his carnal seed, right before he clenched his teeth and narrowed his broiling eyes. Scott groaned as his expelled warmth spread within her womb, and like the orgasm itself all of the pretensions Scott had shored up let slip into the gravity of Beckett Alden. His every reservation melted as he claimed the woman beneath him. Though they had only just met hours earlier, Scott felt in his very soul that he knew Beckett's heart. It was that sense of familiarity that summoned the monumental orgasm that left him reeling, that made the room spin and left him beyond dizzy and blissful. Scott still rode Beckett, and she would feel his member thrusting into her hard, feel his girth grow as it flexed while firmly embedded. Scott wanted every last drop of his desire for her deposited, claiming her fully as his own.

    He had done it; they had done it.

    Scott found himself consumed by the young woman, his lips unable to stop from connecting with hers and affirming what had just transpired. The engorged organ inside of her refused to withdraw as Scott shifted about to milk every last ounce of sensation from their union. The space between Beckett's legs must have been on fire from the heat she gave off, Scott's entire crotch perfectly warmed. Scott's hand still trembled when he gently took her upper throat, turning her beautiful face to regard him directly. The meeting of their eyes was like an answered prayer — every platitude and hope Scott had ever yearned for shined like a beacon in those gorgeous, blue orbs.

    The building could have been burning down for all the care he afforded to anything not involving Beckett. They french kissed deeply, Scott's hands reaching above her head to claw at the comforter and pull it down. He wanted them to slip under the covers, wrap up and for her to know the undeniable comfort that came with being wanted. Scott intended for her to stay with him that night, and as he propped them both onto their sides, he tangled his legs with hers and stroked her adorable face. The marveling expression he surrendered belied the deep confusion when the mind catches up to the soul.

    "I feel so much for you," he started. "I feel like I already know you."

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    Lips met the tears, a hand on her cheek assuring her that she was seen and cared for. Her eyes closed, her face leaning into the hand that cupped her cheek, nestling into the feeling of his presence. His length continually drove into her sex without mercy, edging him ever closer to his impending climax. Her center pulsed, hot with need for him, ready for him to claim her body fully. She kept her hips upwards, needing to feel him fill every bit of her that there was to claim. Her body trembled one last time, still riding the after effects of the orgasm he'd brought her to.

    The young woman found herself lost in him. Her chest heaving, eyes darting back and forth between his, her eyebrows slightly furrowed. She was focused on absorbing every detail she could. As his voice filled the room, she could feel the warmth spread inside of her, his body marking hers with the effects of their union. His body swayed slightly, quivering against her. "Scott..." She breathed out his name, one hand finding it's way to the nape of his neck, and one grasping his shoulder, steadying him.

    His body met hers again and again, in slow, forceful thrusts. Her legs wrapped around his waist, hands pulling him in as he lowered himself to kiss her. He stayed connected to her, his thrusting slowly calming, working to fully empty himself into her.

    But as the interaction slowed, she was becoming very aware of herself. There was no distraction anymore. Just two people. She was beginning to feel naked, in a mental sense rather than physical. He had robbed her of her walls. Just like that, she was finding her way into the same diffident girl he'd found on a bar stool hours earlier.

    But a quivering hand grasped her throat, begging her to look at him. She wasn't sure she could deny him even if she wanted to. Her face turned, eyes catching his darker irises. And her inner qualms melted into nothingness under the intensity of his gaze. She lost her worry, her doubts. She was sure there was no way he'd missed her moment of reluctance. His eyes saw every bit of her. Inside and out. "I'm sorry." She whispered out to him. Old habits died hard. Wounds had been healed that night. But human nature was a harder force to manipulate.

    But his lips silenced her altogether, assuring and reassuring her that he wasn't going anywhere. The kiss was unmatched, holding everything they'd built up tonight. Her lips said everything her voice couldn't. I love you. The words repeated over and over again in her head, pouring out into their shared moment. Her tongue yielded to his, allowing him to guide her in the delicate interaction. For years, her heart felt empty. But with every second that passed with him, it filled until it felt like it might overflow. There wasn't anything she wouldn't give to let that moment extend on forever.

    He didn't seem so eager to let go either. Hands reached over her head, pulling down the covers. All too soon, her lungs began to ache with a need for oxygen, and she had to separate. Her forehead pressed against his, her eyes connecting with his the moment they opened. She was dazed, taken aback by the inexplicable bond she felt to him. Her lips reached the corner of his mouth, placing one last lingering kiss.

    Beckett felt herself unable to look away from him, completely in love with the glimmer in his dashing eyes. Her slender fingers swept a piece of hair out of his face, gently stroking his cheek. She kicked off the black heels as he shifted her, quick to obey as he guided her underneath the covers, not hesitating in drawing close to her. His legs wrapped with hers, warm bodies pressed together under the covers. She could feel every inch of him, yet still wanted more. No matter how much of him she had, she'd never have enough of the man who'd found a way to completely captivate her.

    His hand stroked her cheek, the feeling just as comforting as when he'd kissed up her tears. His face paralleled the bewilderment she found in her own heart. No matter how hard the young woman tried, she would never be able to explain how they had come together. But she knew in her heart that she'd found a home.

    His words echoed everything she was feeling, and yet she had no way to reply that would do any justice for the way she felt for him. But his words spoke a deep truth. Her arms wrapped around his torso, head resting against his chest. His heartbeat sounded in her ear, still heavy from exertion. She sat in a comfortable silence for a moment, mulling over the words he'd spoken, listening to his heart and the steady sound of his breath.

    "I used to be so irrevocably in love with the idea of romance." Her eyes focused on one of the sconces that rested on the wall opposite the bed. "It just made sense that there was a happily ever after out there for each and every one of us. But life happened. It beat that idea out of me." She paused for a moment. "You said something, when we were in the bar. You told me you admired me for chasing what gives me passion. But the thing is, that passion died out awhile ago. My writing was a way of keeping those bits and pieces of myself, the ones that still believed in love, alive." A hand gently stroked his back. "If you could ask the me of two years ago what I thought of myself now, I'd say I'm a cynic. And if you asked me a few hours ago what I thought of myself back then, I'd say I was gullible." Beckett bit her lip, pondering.

    She lifted her head, turning her face so she could meet his eyes. "But it seems to me, that every time I think I know something, something or someone turns up and shows me just how wrong I was."
     

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