The Offering

I can hear his footsteps softly behind me. I sit at my vanity brushing my hair before retiring to bed. I look into the mirror, I don’t see him approaching. I hear him step closer. My heart beats faster. I wonder if he knows. Can he smell it in the air? Can he smell the wonder and the excitement, the need and the desire? Can he read the thoughts running through my mind? Oh, I dream of him every night coming to my room and taking me; making me his for all eternity. Every night he comes to me but each night we are denied our desires.

His footsteps move closer and closer still. My heart beats faster. I gasp in surprise as his hand touches my hair, stroking it softly. I close my eyes and just feel his touch. His hands move down to my neck and caress so softly. He unties my nightgown and pulls it aside to expose more of my flesh. I feel his fingers slide inside my nightgown, my head rolls to the side. My nipple hardens before he even touches it. When his fingers roll across it, they feel so cold, dead yet alive. I shiver.

I moan softly, at least I believe it is me. My head is getting so foggy or is it the room? There is a thick haze everywhere. I can’t see, can’t think, can’t anything but feel. My head rolls back to rest against him, his hands skim all over my body, stimulating and awakening with his ice cold touch. My body is under his control and I have no desire to fight it. As the room begins to clear I realize that somehow I am standing now, his body pressed against my nakedness, his arms wrapped tight around me, kissing my neck from behind. I seem to be floating, watching all of this from afar yet feeling it all. His breath is so cold on my skin. I open my eyes and look for him in the reflection, wanting to see him touch me but knowing better. I lean my head to the side again as he plants kisses all over. His hands run across my bare skin. I ache to feel him inside me and he knows this.

He takes me into his arms and we seem to float to the bed; he lays me in the middle and takes his place beside me. I look at him and see the desire in his eyes, desire greater than before. They are so clear I can almost see through them yet there is a hint of darkness behind them that makes my heart skip a beat. His fingers stroke my body from neck to thighs. They stop only to admire my swollen clit, press on it, flick it, and rub it. My legs spread wider as if he is mentally commanding my body. His eyes grow darker, desire building.

His finger slips inside me, reaching deep. I close my eyes for just a moment, just feeling. He slides it in and out slowly; I can feel it lengthen each time. I watch his eyes, preparing myself as they begin turning darker by the moment. He leans down and kisses my neck, softly sucking the flesh into his mouth. I lean my head to the side, exposing the flesh, waiting, wanting. He kisses his way down my neck, to my chest then to my nipples. His finger is stationary inside me. He takes my nipple into his mouth, tugging on it softly between his lips. I feel his tongue slide across it as it becomes taut and wanting more. I feel his teeth graze my nipple as they come down. My heart beats faster.

I want him so bad; I want to reach up and take his head, smashing it into my breast but it is forbidden. My body aches so much, needing to become his, wanting to give myself to him. I wonder if he will give himself back. Does he know?

His teeth gently poke at my nipple. He takes his finger from me and slides it up my pussy, gently brushing my lips. He flicks my clit with his nail, I gasp at the sensation. His fingers stimulate my flesh as his hand slides across my stomach. I can feel the long nails extended from his fingertips. He uses them to tease my goose bumps.

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