Sacred ~
There are moments in your life when you know you are in exactly the right place at the right time.
This morning, as I was lying beside Phillipe on my stomach, I knew that I had one of those moments.
As the sun warmed my skin, his fingers traced my tattoo for what felt like hours, and his mouth was against mine, kissing and nibbling.
I finally opened my eyes.
“Good morning,” he murmured.
I smiled at him and arched my back into his touch.
“You like this?” he asked.
His fingers once again moved over the F-holes that had been permanently marked on my skin. Nodding, I scooted in closer to him, turning my head. His mouth found mine in a sweet kiss that made my heart speed up and pound against my rib cage.
“In the sunlight, your skin is almost iridescent. Did you know that?”
I smiled wide, thrilled when he joined in the joyous moment as he kissed me again.
“I can’t stop touching you,” he told me, dipping his fingers to flirt with the curve of my ass.
Nipping his bottom lip, I pushed my tummy and pelvis on the mattress and felt his cock start to stir against the side of my leg.
“Who’s asking you to?”
He sighed, and his breath floated across my lips. He slid his index finger deeper in my dark crack.
“No one?” he asked.
“That’s right. No one. Certainly not me.”
He bit my shoulder gently as he shifted, rolling me to my side.
In this position, I could feel the sun hitting my naked breasts and belly while his warm chest pressed against my back and his throbbing shaft nestled into the cleft of my ass. He wrapped an arm around my waist, and his large palm brushed along my exposed mound before he slid his hand down to my thigh.
“Lift this back here,” he said.
I moved my leg back, and he propped it up on his thigh, exposing me to him. He traced down my leg to where my pussy was now spread open for his playful fingers. They dipped andslid through my wetness, and all the while, I could feel his hips shifting and pushing that strong cock to my crack.
“I don’t want to leave today,” he said, nibbling my ear.
“You need to go to the States. It’s only going to be for three days,” I replied through ragged breaths.
He brushed my clit with his fingers. “I don’t want to leave you.”
Pushing my hips back, I turned over my shoulder to where I knew he was. “Take me?”
He thrust his fingers into me. “I’m going to. Have patience, Chantel.”
Shaking my head, I pushed back again with my ass. “Take me here.”
His whole body stilled as I wriggled against the fingers that were deep inside of me.
“You sure?”
Reaching for my sun-warmed breasts, I smiled at his hesitation. He was usually so confident. To catch him off guard showed me just how much he treasured this gift.
