AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is actually a poem of mine and I decided to write it in a short story. The characters of Audrey and Tristan are RPG characters that a friend and I play. Audrey is Maggie Grace. Tristan is Hayden Christensen. And Professor Dobbs is Johnny Depp...with the longish hair like he had in Secret Window. But anyway! None of that really matters because you can imagine whomever you want! This is just how I see it and how it's played. Enjoy!
Unleash Me
I smile as we take off through the night,
my thoughts wandering to that moment.
That perfect moment when he will...
touch me.
Audrey closed her eyes as she laid her head to rest on Tristan's shoulder, feeling the wind
blow through her blond hair. His arms were around her body, holding on to the handles of
the motorcycle. The two were riding on his motorcycle through the night's air; riding
away to Neverland. Audrey had to admit, her relationship with Tristan happened so fast.
It all started when Professor Dobbs gave an assignment and assigned she and Tristan as
partners. They were to do an adaptation of 'The Raven' by Edgar Allan Poe. She was so
shy that first day they met to work on the assignment. She was even more nervous when
he surprisingly kissed her. Still, to this day, she didn't know why Tristan Wells kissed her.
No, she wasn't a bad looking woman. She was quite beautiful. But Tristan was Tristan;
one of the richest guys on Harrison University's Campus. he had girls falling all over him.
But for some reason, she was the one that caught his eye. One minute they were kissing
on the library table, the next...he was calling her his girlfriend. It was something Audrey
didn't mind. She'd always admired him from afar and getting to know him those past few
weeks were amazing. He truly is...beautiful.
I want him to caress my body as it has never been touched.
I want him to taste my body as it has never been devoured.
I want him to unleash my body as it has never been freed.
She imagined how it would be when they finally make love. Audrey was a virgin and
before she met Tristan, she never knew the wonders a man could do for a woman. With
Tristan, it wasn't about sex. It was about passion and sensuality. It was one of the reasons
why she let him touch her in places that even she had never touched.
As my eyes close, I begin to think about how he makes me feel; how he can reach my
mind without words.
She bit her lip, closing her eyes. Her fingers clutched to his thighs as she thought about
his fingers on her body; his tongue on her skin. He was very slow with her; he took his
time. And every kiss and touch left her body scorching hot, wanting more of what he was
giving her.
He touches me in places no other man has...or ever shall.
I ache for him.
I want for him.
I want him to have me.
I want him to own me....mind, body and soul.
Leaning her body more into his chest, Audrey's head fell back on his shoulder. Her breath
began to catch, her middle aching to be touched; aching to be explored by his fingers. She
arched her back a little, her hand running along the length of his thighs. She was letting
him know that she couldn't wait until they stopped. She wanted him to touch her at that
moment.
Feeling his heat on me now, my body reacts to him.
I moan as his hands explore my body as if it were an exquisite temple.
She felt Tristan's hand slid down her stomach, over the soft, cotton fabric of her sundress.
He kept his eyes on the road, his other hand on the handle. But she knew what he really
wanted to do was lay her body down and bury his head between her silken thighs. Biting
her lip, she felt his hand under her dress, moving along the inside of her thigh. His fingers
toyed at her panties. She knew he could feel just how much she wanted him. She moaned,
arching her hips, causing his fingers to press harder to her, rubbing her faster.
He enters me hard and heatedly, taking the very essence of me.
My body ignites on fire with every stroke of his tongue; with every stroke of his
manhood.
She imagined them on a soft, bed--his bed, their light skin contrasting with his black
sheets. She imagined him entering into her body, slowly but deeply. She imagined how
he'd stretch her tightness; how it would hurt. But that pain, his pain, was a pain she
wanted. She wanted to feel every bit of him...not wanting him to hold back. She wanted
him to take her passionately, making her his.
I have never known a love like this before.
I have never felt true and undying passion that takes me to that ultimate high.
That high that makes my body clench around him.
That high that makes me want more of him.
Audrey moaned louder. His fingers were inside of her now, stroking her. She was so wet
for him. Slippery. Her chest lifted up and down as his fingers stroked her faster. She
pressed her hand against his, wanting more inside her. Wanting them deeper.
Unleash me, my lover.
Make me yours.
"Tristan...baby...."
Up...
Up...
Up I go.
Up to the tallest oak tree.
Up to the highest peak of a mountain.
Up to the highest star of the sky.....
Up to the highest point of heaven.
Up to the point of no return.
Her nails dug into the skin of his hand. She was there. She was almost there. She was
almost to that point of true bliss in which he gave her. Tristan and only Tristan had ever
touched her this way. It was as if he was touching her core. Touching her soul.
I scream out loud, my voice unrecognizable to my own ears.
He pushes inside my very being; his love making hot.
Delicious.
Mouth watering.
The fire from his body penetrating me like the hottest of knives.
She growled as his fingers banged her core. She could feel everything now. She could feel
the cool wind on her hot skin. She could feel the sunbeams on her face. She could feel the
rumbling of the motorcycle under her-through her-inside her. Finally, she came all over
his fingers with a force larger than life. Her juices soaked his fingers and her
panties.
I lay there, my body roaring as he spills himself inside me.
I kiss him.
I lick him.
I bite him.
I...love him.
Her mind went back to her thoughts, wishing they were in his bed. Which she could
finally feel his length inside her, spilling himself within her. She wanted to feel him.
Wanted to feel him possess her body just like she dreamed. She wanted to lick and kiss
him sweet lips; and tell him how good he felt. How good he made her feel. How she loves
to hear him explode like that. How she loves...him. All of him.
We lay still, his body melting into mine.
The tips of my fingers touching his warm, massive back as his arms...those powerful
arms...wrap around me.
Holding me so close.
So tight, letting me know that I belong to him.
And only him.
I let out a sigh softer than the feathers of a mockingbird, my leg wrapping around his
body, pulling him closer to me.
Audrey smiled to herself, rubbing his thighs. She felt amazing in that moment. Then
again, just being with her lover was amazing and made her feel the same. She turned her
head, kissing his cheek.
Thank you, my lover,
for this moment.
For I have been....
Unleashed.
She blushed, kissing his cheek again. "Thank you Tristan."
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