fruityoatybar (fruityoatybar) wrote in imaginationland, @ 2011-03-22 16:00:00 |
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She tastes like strawberries. Like strawberries and warmth and summer and love. He's intoxicated by her. Drunk on her taste, her smell, the feeling of her body. His hands travel her skin, exploring every soft inch, bringing goosebumps to the surface and once again soothing them away. he relishes in every sigh she heaves, every whimper of pleasure that slips from her lips. She's perfect, and he's determined to show her just how perfect she is. Neither of them say a word. No words are needed. He worships her body and tears her apart all at the same time. It isn't until later that he speaks, when they're both spent and curled up together, naked skin against naked skin. "I love you," he whispered, kissing her bare shoulder. She smiles at him sleepily and combs her fingers through his hair. She doesn't say anything; she doesn't need to. She's said all she needs to say with her fingers rubbing against his scalp, warm and soothing. They fal asleep together like that, tangled and happy and in love. |