Stains of Blue

Hey there ...
You tell me a lot this is like a dream, and yeah... *lol* where do you think that comes from? ;)
But I hope you excuse the grammatical mistakes, cause I'm notr a native speaker and you know, I'm also with 18 years still in the learning process :)
hugs!

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His words intruded my soul, slicked by his magic voice placing ideas and hopes where I didn't want them to linger. I couldn't allow myself to listen to the words he uttered, couldn't allow myself to even think about the possibility that this might not be a randomly picked poem, but a message, an offer even, but it couldn't be. "I can't promise you tomorrow" he had told me. Unrequited love, I could deal with, it was what I was used to, what I had learned to cope with all my life, but hopes unfulfilled, planted into my soul by his sweet voice were something I knew would haunt me. Never would I forget what has told me, searching for that special poem just to feel close to him, grasp the moment again that had slipped out of my fingers so long ago, over and over reading it aloud, shedding bitter tears about the loss of something I had never really owned.

I had tears in my eyes that I quickly blinked away when he ended and sought contact to my eyes.
"Love?" he asked softly, ever so tender and again I had to fight against my own rising hope, he would never give me the love I yearned for the love the poem had described, he had told me so very clearly and I had accepted that one condition to get something else, something I know had nothing to do with what I really wanted but had felt good, had felt so right all day.
His hand cupped my cheek, and his thumb softly wiped away the tears I couldn't hold back, but didn't seem to dare asking for their cause. And suddenly, realizing that I wouldn't have more then what he offered me, I wanted it, suddenly I needed to feel him, needed to take the last step, the one I had never taken before, the one that seemed inevitable this night. It was all he had to give me, and I wanted it, desperately needed it."Pl"Please love me Viggo," I breathed and a sob escaped my throat, "Please make love to me..."

An almost painful longing flashed through his eyes before he bent over to lock my mouth with his lips, exploring with a touch of the desperate hunger you devour a fruit with, which you know will be the last you will ever taste of that that special sweetness. He left me breathless again, at his will in his arms when he lifted up from my lying position and placed me sitting on his knees, while he pushed down his boxers. In awe I stared down at his cock, large and erect, a column of my lust pressed against his stomach. I gasped at the sheer size of it, because though I'd had the pleasure of tasting him already, the memory alone let a torrent of hormones rush through my brain, I had not looked at it in the measure of fitting where he would inevitably strive to.
His hand cupped my cheek again, and working considerable pressure to my skin, he rubbed over my neck and down my décolleté until he ripped apart the button that still held his short closed over my breast. My nipples were erect before he reached them and a hungry smile wreathed his lips.

"Don't be scared, baby!" he murmured while I tried to savour each second, each gesture, each expression on his face, each aspect of pleasure he gave me for eternity.
"I won't hurt you, come on... we'll take it slowly..." my heart seemed to fail me every second, but second for second I realized that it still beat, and when he softly lifted me up again and placed my crotch directly over his cock, that d sod so tall in the flickering light of the fireside. My knees supported me, each on either side of him and a nervous tickle ran through my veins. I knew he wanted to make it good for me, I knew that he waited for me, that I should be able to measure what I could take at every single moment.
"Now slowly come down upon me, shh... it's ok... c'mon..." his hand seized my face again and drew me in a long passionate kiss, his other hands caressed my breasts and very slowly I did as he'd said, felt at first his rock-hard head parting my labia, shifted a bit, trembling hard. But then his arms wrapped around me, and his kiss gave me strength, I felt his cock against the slick centre of my wide spread legs and biting my lip so hard, it almost bled, I sank deeper, impaled myself upon him, my eyes pressed shut, went past the tiny point of an obstacle, relished the sweet pain and sacrificed my self on the altar of his pleasure. I heard him groaning into my mouth, heard my own shaking breath and it seemed before I could catch my breath I already at on his lap, his whole length filling me completely, adjusting to the strange and new feeling he worked upon me.
It was after that, when I realized that I was covered in sweat, and my breath had become nothing but a feeble panting. I opened my eyes carefully, to meet his, softly smiling, warming my soul within the last corner of my existence, there was nothing I could have hidden anymore, nothing I wouldn't want him to know, my soul was his - but he didn't claim his ownership, didn't seize what already belonged to him.

I tried to smile at him, insecure and still shaking, trying to realize that it was him I felt deep within me, stretching me open, warm and hard, taking my breath away. I loved the feeling, even though I did feel the slight pain of defloration, it was forgotten almost instantly. And when he shifted to claim my lips with his again I moaned out loud from the sudden move inside me. He grinned, softly nibbled at my lips and still continued to caress my breasts.

"How do you feel, little one?" he breathed finally into my ear, the warm air on my neck sent shivers down my spine.
"God..." I exhaled, still trembling and his low chuckle met my ears, only second before his did did.
"Does anything hurt?" It was now clear concern that spoke through his voice and the way he looked at me, but shook my head smiling, desperate keeping my mouth shut because I knew the one thing I needed to get out was 'I love you'.


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My breath slowly calmed when I acclimated to the new and fascinating feelings He gave me, filling me deep within me, stretching me open, making me His own, granting me with the pleasure of His intimacy. His hand gently caressed my cheek and then slowly directed my chin upwards, claiming eye-contact, He sparkled down to me, lovingly and tender but I saw the secret fire burning, I saw the hunger, the need that had also captured my own mind, filling me with a yearning for more, deeper, harder, Him, now.
He let His hand run down my spine as we sat there, I still impaled on him, perfectly still and with uneven breath, uneven heartbeat. I shivered from His ever so soft touches, the total contrast to the incredible force of Him inside me.
“You ok?” He breathed, and I nodded, smiling happily, realizing that I still owed Him an answer.
“Good.” He leaned over to kiss me, and I moaned again loudly into His open mouth when He shifted – feeling His every move deep within my lap. A chuckle accompanied the tender teasing kiss which followed. Nibbling at my lips, my tongue, sucking, tasting, He slowly started to hold my waist heaved me up ever so slowly, ever so slightly and brought me down upon Him again. My breath came hoarsely as if His cock in me would clench my trachea.

“Ready for more?” He asked lowly, while caressing my face with His contradictive hands, calloused and rough could be so tender, so soft. I smiled up to Him, nodded and then leaned forward, my head fell onto His shoulder and I clung to Him, the last thing I knew for sure, the last thing I could hold on to – Him.
“Careful now,” He whispered into my ear, “Hold on steady, don’t worry, I won’t hurt you!”
Smiling I nodded, “I know!” I whispered, muffled by His sweet velvet neck I nuzzled into, and gasped when I felt His hands on my ass, holding me tightly to Him, always aware of His twitching cock in my folds.
“I’ll get up now, wrap your legs around my waist tightly baby!”
Following His instructions I closed my legs around his lower torso, coming to sit on His waist, still impaled on Him, and I gasped loudly when He got up and the pressure inside me seemed to double. Stifling my moans I involuntarily felt the flesh of His neck between my teeth and His shuddering moan in my ear.
“God, baby – I need you!” He groaned and locked my body between Himself and up against the next wall, pumping his erection into me a few times, careful at first but then harder and less restrained. The feelings I had were indescribable, when the only breathe I had was loud and coarse, my moans only replaced by gasps and cries of pleasure. Sweat covered my skin, slicked my hands, my legs – and the fluid, the juice of my passion ran in torrents down my cleft.
I heard His rough breath next to me, His own groans, His dirty whispers, want, need, pure sparks of passion that had inflamed our whole existence.

He let go of the wall soon after, and while kissing me, ravishing my lips, fucking my mouth with His sweet demanding tongue He carried me up the stairs again and when He finally reached his bedroom He fell on top of me onto his bed. My legs were still wrapped around Him when He started pounding into me, pushing each other into higher and higher depths of ecstasy, of loud unrestrained cries and moans, of the eternal flame we had unleashed.
“Come for me, little one, cum on my cock!” He groaned into my ear when his thumps had reached the peak of fervour and that was the last incentive I needed – spasmic white heat filled my eyes, stars flicked, and darkness began to encircle me, when at the height of passion I screamed out my lust, and the centre of our lovemaking started to contract around His hardness. A second later – at the edge of oblivion, I felt Him spurting his seed deep into me and His hardness slackening. He collapsed on top of me, nothing but our sweat between us, and I felt His hot breath on my neck, His weight as most wonderful presence and His soft, cock in me the last witness of our love-making.

To me it was like a painful stab in my heart when He shifted, pulled out of me and released me from His body upon me. He lay next to me and smiled, thiernaernally mysterious smile of satisfied lust, sparkling, His eyes locked with mine, and carefully He covered us both in His silken sheets.
I can’t recall how long we lay there, drowning in each others eyes, accompanied by the most innocent touches, by the most remarkable silence. The closeness I experienced that night was more then I ever imagined possible, like melting into each others souls, like fading but in a good way, blending into Him. And suddenly I felt as if I could see the world through His eyes, I saw mountains I had never seen before, rivers, oceans, and I saw loneliness. I saw perfection and I saw flaws, and I saw myself – in a way I had never seen me before and the realization struck me.
I was perfect – in that night I was beautiful, in that night I was a genius, in that night – I was the woman I always dreamed of being, the woman He wanted. I saw myself through His eyes, and I saw that I was less incomplete then I had thought, that there was more to me then I had felt – I saw what I truly am, I saw what I was, and I saw what I will be – always, in His arms.

But the moment faded, slowly I found myself behind my own eyes again, and all I saw then was Him – always and forever Him. Never would I forget how He lay there, never looking away, not once dividing His attention to anything but me, in that night I saw that we were meant for each other, regardless of all the words we had said, regardless of all the world we would say yet and to where fate would lead us. This would last. In this way or the other, in this life or the next.