Misc. Erotica The Nine Nights

[shailu4ever]

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He pushed the fabric of her shirt higher, baring her to the soft, golden light of the dawn. He pulled back just enough to look, and the sight stole his breath all over again.
 
Her breasts were perfect, full and round, with rosy, hardened peaks that seemed to beg for his attention. The sight was so intensely personal, it felt like a punch to the gut.
 
“Every inch of her… every curve… she’s mine to cherish,” he thought, heart hammering.
 
He lowered his head, his lips closing over one of the taut nipples. The sensation was a lightning strike, a jolt of pure, unadulterated pleasure. She cried out, a sharp, breathy sound that was half surprise, half surrender.
 
“She’s trembling for me… God, she’s mine,” he realized, every nerve alive.
 
Her back arched off the gunnysack, pressing herself more fully against him, a silent, desperate plea for more. Naveen’s world narrowed to this single, perfect point of contact. The taste of her skin was clean and slightly salty, with a sweetness uniquely her own.
 
He swirled his tongue over her peak of her nipple, feeling her body tremble in his arms, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
 
“She’s holding on to me… and I’ll hold on to her, always,” he thought, dizzy with desire.
 
He was lost. Every rational thought, every carefully constructed boundary, dissolved in the inferno of his desire. He lavished attention on her, switching to her other breast, giving it the same worshipful treatment.
 
“This is her… all of her… I need to know every part of her,” he thought, voiceless, heart raw.
 
His free hand roamed the soft expanse of her stomach, tracing the curve of her hip, pulling her leg over his to bring them even closer.
 
The friction of their clothing, the rough texture of the blanket, the cool morning air, it all faded away, replaced by the heat of her skin, the frantic beat of her heart against his, the soft, breathy moans that escaped her lips.
 
“Every inch of her is perfection. I could memorize her forever,” he thought, utterly enthralled.
 
He wanted to devour her, to memorize every curve, every sigh, every shudder. He wanted to lose himself completely in the warmth and life of her, to let this moment stretch into eternity.
“She’s mine to hold… to cherish… to worship,” he thought, the words nearly physical in their intensity.

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