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Passion

It's almost too good to be true

 

You walk up behind him; tiptoeing; wanting so badly for your presence to remain unknown. He is standing quietly; a statue in front of the window, watching the night sky. Moonlight seeps over his still form, bathing his silhouette in a warm night-tinged golden glow. Moving closer, you marvel his beauty. He certainly has a remarkable body.

Watching him, just observing, you begin to slip away into the comfort of your own deep thoughts. A sudden movement startles you. He has felt you there; has turned around to confront you. Gazing intently into his searching eyes, you begin to feel helpless. Lost in his aura. The moonlight casts a spell on him; turning him into something out of a fantasy world. Almost not real… Yet scarily so.

Reaching out to touch you, his hands begin to caress your face. You close your eyes; savoring his touch; loving him dearly; melting with the mere thought of your nearness to him.

Moving his hands lower, his fingertips glide down your smooth skin; feeling you carefully, with the faintest whisper of a touch. Those hands, those magnificent wonderous dreams, message your breasts, your shoulders, your stomach, your quivering thighs.

They are everywhere. He is everywhere.

“Justin…” You moan faintly, feeling dangerously yet sweetly and satisfyingly weak from his gentle touch.

A shiver echoes through your body as he gazes down at you and smiles. The soft lips part, the white teeth are revealed, and you are helpless to him. You have absolutely no desire to object to whatever he wishes to do to you tonight; just as long as you are with him.

Reaching out to slip his hand into your shaking one, he takes you over to his bed, lying you down while whispering sweet nothings in you ear. Waves of pure ecstasy shoot through you at the thought of what is yet to come…

“Are you ready for me baby?” Justin mumbles huskily against your now sweaty and matted hair.

You sigh in response, arching your back with want as he arouses you even more with his amazingly soft yet persistent kisses.

“Stop it Justin…” You moan into his freckled shoulder.

He chuckles; a low, throaty rumble that resounds through your entire body.

Closing your eyes again, you’re on the verge of screaming. “Baby, stop teasing me…”

Pausing, he stares at you, his brow furrowing slightly. “Have it your way…” He says in an unreadable tone.

Then he rams into you.

Your scream shakes the entire mansion. Oh God, he’s so fucking enormous.

“You like that baby, huh? No more teasing from me. I’m gonna give it to ya rough now.” He rasps.

“Shit…” You can barely breathe, and you’re are having a difficult time adjusting to his immense size.

Pounding, pounding, pounding, like heavy chunks of hail pelting into the roof. The room is filled with grunts and moans and animal-like cries.

Then a flash of myriad colors erupts inside of you; inside of him, lifting the two of you into a colorful darkness of soothing pleasure; blending the both of you into one being, one life, one soul.

When reality has returned from its slumber and the moonlight appears once again, Justin clutches you tightly, showering your aching body with kisses. “How was that, baby?” He asks you quietly, sucking on your earlobe.

You smile into the darkness, slowly rubbing his neck absentmindedly. “You never let me down.”