Perfect Shadow (explicit)

Embraced by soft lighting, I meet her wearing a smile, and boxer briefs which hide no shame. Entering into a room dimly lit, and walking into open arms, as though mesmerized, she wraps herself around me, pressing against me tightly; feeling the excitement growing, pressing even tighter. There is no escape; nor a wanting to do so, yet she seeks to remove me from my confinement, and into hers. She possesses an expression reminiscent of a deer in headlights, had that doe made its peace with whichever God created her. Smiling cheek upon dark chest, a sigh of relief crosses her pink lips as she kisses my heartbeat. On this day, we lose time. We have been together longer than we can remember; even still, she misses what closed eyes, soft fingers, a gentle touch, and a great imagination could never bring her. The warmth of her breath against my chest, becoming constant as her pulse begins to race due to visions stirring where pleasure resides. Her rosy finger tips slowly crest my chest, lovingly down my stomach, and, with relief, come to rest where her source of longing is caged. Looking up, her eyes meet my own brown eyes, and her lower lip she beings to gently bite; desire is flaring within the depths of her radiant stare, but even in this quite glow I meet myself reflection in her most beautiful assets, and wonder if the desire is my own. With love and force, I remove her guard. Stroking her blushing cheek with the black of right hand, she melts in my palm, and I kiss her forehead while lifting her off of her feet. Onto soft sheets, onto warm bed, onto foreplay. Sensitive about her ears, sensitive around her earlobe, tingle behind your ear. Smile widens while hearts races, and soft moaning, and lips kissing the flesh of neck and ear, is the only sound around. Then, I do this thing…and she giggles. Lip biting begins again as her fingers begin to scratch my back. I press myself against her, and she inhales quick and deep, though she likes it slow, and deepest. Grabbing for sheets, grabbing for air, grabbing of mattress, grabbing for my shoulders, one hand finds my neck, the other finds my hair. She pulls hard, “down boy”. I am hers, there is only her voice. To my displeasure, she removes her own clothing, though my teeth would have been better suited. She is down to lacy panties, matching bra, matching stockings, and a pair of my fetish, matching. She relieves me of my last article, and fails to hide delight, fails to restrain herself, falls onto sheets, onto warm bed, and looks at me with eyes that beg to be amazed. My mercy is upon her, and amusement overtakes my expression. Gold wrapper with black letters rips wide, insides slip on, fits tight, secure, comfortable, into her. She clinches, I behave, overcome with a wanting to make a pun that is far too easy, I slow. I ease. She unleashes, and I slide into mythical lands, and she becomes an earthquake. My name becomes the only words to a song which she loves, but is too distracted to remember. And it repeats. Over. And over. Not a second goes by that the top has not been reached and breath has not been held, “are you okay? don’t pass out, again. okay?” and she is back from her happy place, only to land in her happier place. Standing, sitting, facing, laying, spinning, creating. Character limits would have been reached twice while describing some of the thing done twice, for the first time, and invented; before the double backed beast howled harmoniously at the moon, to lay in shadow and light to become a perfect shadow.