His Pleasure

His Pleasure

In the middle of the night, the city is asleep. Except for the few that prefer to slumber during the light of day. Light from a full silver moon, softly illuminating his room. 

He relaxes upon his bent arm, as he watches her rest so peacefully. Noticing her semi erect nipples rise and fall with each breath she takes. He can't help, but to touch her. His fingers grazing upon her skin and she feels like silk. His fingers trailing from the apple of her cheek, down to where the center of her love resides. She doesn't awaken to his gentle touch. A slight smile begins to form on her face, as if she's having the most pleasant dream. He leans in closer to kiss her shoulder and continues till he reaches the ripened blackberries on her chocolate mounds. 

Her smile turns into soft moans, awakening to find his thick fingers massaging her special gift. Her growing arousal, causing her thighs to open like a blooming flower greeting the sun. His fingers dipping and stirring her honey. Soft moans turn into ragged breaths. Her back arching at the simultaneous, stimulation of his warm tongue flicking at her nipple and his fingers sliding in and out. Her ragged breaths turn into calling out his name. He loved the sound of his moniker, when she screamed it out in ecstasy. Her pleasure was his own. 

In her afterglow, no words were spoken. Their energies communicated far more efficiently than any words could properly express. She felt more free in his arms, than she ever felt on her own.