Stains of Blue

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He just smiled in response, a warm one, true, and shining with an intensity that I never knew I had missed - and now found heaven in. But it didn't stay long, and something replaced it, less heavenly but not less approved. I found that twinkle returning, this hungry glimmer, the cheeky note in the corner of his lips - and yet I couldn't tell what had changed.
His touch became more intense, became closer, harder and I - I became a blank sheet of canvas beneath his skilful hands.

One moment his hands caressed my waist, and in the next he lifted me up onto the table, and spread my thighs wide enough to squeeze between them, pressing himself close to me, while I wrapped them around his waist. I felt some pool balls giving way, when he shifted me gently, and I felt something else - a larger bulge rubbing my crotch.
I whimpered, exhaling a shaky breath, while he moved his hands to my face, caressing it passionately, kissed my lips, my nose, my closed eye-lids, held me steady - completely letting me lean into his hands, letting go into his arms.

"I'll teach you how to fly..." he breathed and then I felt how his hands slowly started to let go, didn't hold me close anymore but moved backwards. Immediately I stiffened, but his gentle whisper was at my ear again before I even realized what was happening.
"Let go, love... trust me... just follow my lead..." he breathed, and when his warm breath ticked my auricle, my muscles relaxed and allowed him to shift my position slowly into a lying one, quickly pushing aside the balls, and then gently letting me sink onto the table.
My eyes snapped open for a moment, seeking reassurance, seeking something in his eyes to soothe the suddenly rising panic - it was going to happen, now, here - but it was so good, more then I ever dreamed of, and nothing else his eyes promised me.

I closed my eyes again when I saw him standing above me and let his hand slowly run down my neck and past my breast, over the rim of my blouse and downwards over the fabric that covered my navel.
"You are so beautiful..." he breathed as he bent over and a blush bepained my cheeks, "I can't believe you don't know how you beautiful you are..."
I whimpered when his lips touched my neck again and agonizingly slow made their way town my décolleté, licking, kissing, probing, tasting every inch of my skin he unfolded by opening the buttons of my blouse - I shivered, but I wasn't cold.
A suppressed giggle turned into a loud moan when his tongue dipped into my navel, while his hands softly brushed my erect nipples through the velvet embroidery of my bra.

"Viggo..." I whimpered in agony, desperately needing something I couldn't tell, something I couldn't name or put a finger on, just the keenest, most violent primal need that I never had been lucky enough to feel - until now.
"I'm right here, little one, I'm right here..." I heard his response thick with his own growing desire, think with the promise he lay in every syllable. I raised one hand, needed to feel him, touch him, needed to prove myself that this was no dream, that this was more, that this was reality - the one value in life I had never been able to rate so high.
Slowly I palpated the white fabric upon his lower abdomen until I found the rim of his shirt und my hand could linger, where I had dreamed of for so long. His skin was soft, warm and yet strong, tiny hairs erected when my hand brushed over them, and I heard him exhale a long sigh.
He helped me opening the buttons of his shirt so that I could reach his chest when he bent over me again, could feel his heart beat against my hand, and his lungs rise and fall with each breath he took, could feel the tight muscle that shifted and flexed with every move he did.

His lips were tracing my jaw-line, when one hand came up behind my neck again and slowly pulled me up to him, to grant the other hand better access to the breech of my bra and lips better access to mine. It was only now that I realized we hadn't shared a kiss yet, only now that I realized what I had been missing.
He started by pecking my lower lip softly with his, then ran the tip of his nose slowly over them, pecked them again and finally used his tongue to plea for access, which I granted only too willingly. But I'd had no idea what I would take me into, when his lips sealed mine, and his tongue started it's slow, sensual exploration of my mouth, my gums, tongue, lips, teeth - there was no inch he didn't seem to touch, didn't seem to be interested in getting to know.
And I? I felt like he would keep his promise, like I was already flying, high above the clouds and the sun shone onto our skin. I knew I moaned into his mouth, I knew his kiss alone made me flinch and shift with this hidden flame that he had ignited, I didn't even know I had lost my bra, until he started pinching my nipples ever so softly, massaging them carefully but determined, seemingly never deflecting his attention from our kiss, from the sensual, erotic dance of our tongues and the hot and humid love he made to my lips.

I whimpered disappointed when his lips left mine and the chilly breath that went over the swollen, pulsating and still slightly wet flesh spoke a clear language of his absence. But his finger replaced his lips, caressing mine, while his tongue replaced his fingers, probing, tasting, cupping my nipple. At first I just felt warmth wrapping around my sensitive buds, the slight moisture added, but when his tongue started swirling around, when his lips started sucking hungrily and his other hand kept massaging my other breast I was lost, was helpless in his hands, which left their eternal track their marks on me, invisible but burning on my skin - I was his canvas beneath his skilful hands, bepainted with the paradise colours of his passion.


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I am not sure at what point I lost control over my own body and became the twisting, drooling, moaning, screaming mess beneath his hands, but he seemed to enjoy it a lot, driving me into higher and higher heavens of passion, his own hums, sighs, moans and chuckles even always a drowning anchor to cling to.
His lips were still glued to my nipple, teasing it, sucking it gently, nibbling it not too careful, just as hard to set me to the edge of pain, but far enough away from it that all I could was groan for more.
But I had no idea - no idea of what was yet to come, already expecting that he would change me forever.
A shiver ran over my skin when his lips left my breasts by running his tongue along the underside and along my stomach. Again his tongue dipped into my navel, but this time my rising giggle was muffled by the gasp he elicited by slowly running his hands up my outer thighs, brushing up my skirt until it lay in folds on my abdomen.
And then everything proceeded quicker then I can recall, before I knew what happened he had got rid of my tights and panties and manoeuvred my knees onto his broad shoulders.

"Oh God!" His lips touched my delta of Venus, kissed his way down to my folds, that already were treated by his fingers, which slowly spread my lower lips, graced them, encircled them sensually. I needed him, I didn't know what else to think, anything else was drawn away from my mind, gone without a trace and need filled me, passion and lust - or that was what I had made myself believe.
I lost my mind when his tongue dipped into my cleft, massaged my pulsating bud, sucked it, hummed against it, drove me to the edge of my sanity.
I don't know how often I moaned his name, or how long I moaned, tossed and turned, writhed under his hands, his lips and skin. I don't know long he teased, tortured me with the sweet torment of his tongue, withdrawing here and there, prolonging his treatment and my endurance, I wanted to scream, beg him to stop and make an end at the same time, but I couldn't, not for the sake of my sanity and when he finally raised his voice again, "Come, baby! Come now!" my body could do nothing else other then obey, in endless spasms, the mighty orgasm he had worked upon me.

Darkness encircled me, foggy numb night, while I lay on the table panting, unable to move unable even to bend a muscle. But before it could take me, slip me, push me into unconsciousness I felt his warms arms around me, felt being lifted up into the air, and while my had lay on his shoulder, my eyes closed just inhaling his scent as vital air.
I wasn't aware of where he carried me, but constantly he whispered sweet, gentle nothings into my ear, kissed my sweat-covered forehead, fed his greedy ears from my constant pants and whimpers.
I hazily noticed how he lay he down on a silk covered bed, it was soothingly cool and soft to the touch. He removed the rest of my skirt and vanished for a few moments, just to return next to face, and pulled my head gently onto his lap. I felt a soft, cooling wet towel on my forehead, and face. Gently he cleaned me, taking his time, wiping away sweat, tears and saliva from my features.

"Are you alright?" he asked lowly, and when my eyes slowly fluttered open I saw that he has sought that contact. I nodded, softly smiling up to him. I felt new strength running through my veins, cooling my boiling blood, and I didn't know if it was his eyes which achieved that effect or his angelic treatment at my face.

"You quite wore me out, I believe..." I breathed blushing and then chuckled soundlessly. Viggo grinned, obviously please with my answer, and quite gently amused.
"You asked for it, little one!" He smirked softly and then kissed my forehead again, I felt his facial hair brush my skin, felt his soft lips upon me, overwhelmed again by his mere presence, and I felt that I wasn't quite that worn out as I thought. I chuckled again and grinned up to him.
"I didn't know what I asked for when you made me ask for it!" I protested smiling, twinkling into his eyes and let my hand idly and softly caress his arm that he had placed next to my head for prop.

He chuckled and his fingers started to fondle my cheeks, "Shall I take it as discontentment then, little one?" he asked slipping into character, and then barely more then a hummed whisper: "Because I did enjoy your pleasure, how you moaned and screamed, how you unleashed your lust, uncovered your passion and perished your shame..."

A new shiver ran down my spine and I remembered how his use of words had uprooted me before, remembered what I had been before I stepped into his life and I felt inside of me, tried to discover what had changed, I would not be able to put a hand it, but I felt different, I felt better - I felt home, I felt save and though I felt it in his arms, I also felt it in my very own core.
Tears sprung to my eyes when I realized it, and his expression softened even more, he bent over, kissed my cheeks and eyelids and fed himself from my tears.
"Shh... I didn't mean to scare you, love..." he breathed but I shook my head.

"You gave me so much more then pleasure... Viggo."

A wide grin spear over his featured and for the first time I noticed the little scar on his upper lip, when he came closer once more, an locked my lips with his, kissed me in the way that claimed my breath, my heartbeat, kissed me as if there was no tomorrow to fear.

"Don't you believe I'm done with you yet, little one!"

to be continued...

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