Wrap Your Arms Around Me- Morgaine


He led me into a room, dark at first, the only light from a lamp lit in the corner. The only sound was from a small radio next to the lamp and I
walked towards it. I squinted my eyes, looking over my shoulder to see him standing behind me. The heat from him making me sweat, and the pressure of his body grazing my back seductively.

"I concede you were right about this place."

He pushed my hair back, laying soft kisses on my neck and I moaned at his persistence.

"I can make a perfect likeness of your body if I trace."

His words tickled my skin and I shuddered at the sensation. He snaked his arms tightly around my waist and I leaned into him, caressing his arms with my fingers and sighing his name into nothingness.

His tongue traced my ear softly, flicking each crevice and sucking gently on the lobe. I moaned and my grip on his arms tightened with every stroke.

"I can hold you until you turn out the light and I can't see."

He whispers in my ear and my body freezes with fear.

I am afraid; afraid of my father, afraid of his mother, afraid of him but mostly afraid of myself. They would never accept this love we share, even though it's the truest thing I've ever known.

I turn around to look at his deep obsidian eyes and my heart melts in the hands he's placed desperately on my chest. He knows what I'm thinking, he always has ever since we were children, that's one of the reasons I love him so.

He leans his head against my shoulder and I can feel the tension in his jaw
and I wish I didn't feel so weak and afraid.

"Do you believe we are all innately good?"

He looks up at me and smiles, nodding slowly, unable to speak. He knows I'm afraid of them, all of them, the people of this world who can't see past themselves.

I hold him tightly to me and I can feel his heart beating against mine and I know nothing else matters but us.

"And do you think that you would love me till tomorrow...if you could?"
I was afraid again, afraid my uncertainty had gotten to him and he might refuse me. I could feel him turn his head as his body melted into mine and I sighed in relief and passion.

"Would you please turn down the radio so we can speak."

I smiled and reached out to turn down the soft music that drifted through the quiet room.

He leaned towards me, brushing his hips against mine and nibbling at the delicate skin under my ear like his soft whispers.

"I put my hands around your neck."

He groaned against my ear as I wrapped my hands softly around his neck, feeling the heat of his skin burn my rough flesh.

"And you wrap your arms around me."

My words came out in a hoarse whisper as he entangled his legs tightly around my waist. I pushed him against the wall and kissed him fiercely, pushing my tongue past his lips to taste his sweetness.

His hands tore at my clothes and my skin was smoldering under his ministrations.
God I needed him!

My desperation replaced my fear and I quickly disrobed him, my mouth never leaving his. He tastes so good I wanted more!
I pushed him to stand and I kissed and nipped my way down his chest, pausing at each nipple, lapping at them sensuously.

I could hear his whimpers and it made my blood boil as I slid my tongue down his hard stomach. I reached out and touched his throbbing length, relishing in the heat of him, enjoying his desperate cries of passion. He sucked in a breath as my tongue flicked over the tip, tasting the small liquid that dripped down my throat. God he tastes good!

"I put my hands around your neck."

He grunted, stroking my neck with his hands, begging me.

"And you wrap your arms around me."

I held him tightly, his thin waist slipping between my arms as he jerked forward. I slid him further down, grazing my teeth gently along the length of him as I moved. His fingers dug into my skin as he shuddered, his sweet nectar flowing rapidly down my throat. I licked at him again, lapping off the last of my desert and stood to face him. His face glowed with the reminisce of his orgasm, his eyes closed tightly and his mouth curled in a smile; he was the most beautiful sight I've ever seen.

I picked him up gently, holding his shaking body against mine as I walked to the bed. His arms went around my neck immediately and he nuzzled his chin against me, content and safe. I lay him down on the soft silk and crawled on
top of him, searching for something that might ease his pain. I grabbed a bottle of baby oil and he smiled at me knowingly, he did think of everything.

I dripped some of the warm oil onto my fingers and plunged them slowly into his tight opening. He squeezed around my fingers tightly and his moans of pleasure bounced off the walls of this room. His face was contorted in slight pain and I stopped what I was doing, afraid of hurting him, my love.

His eyes snapped open when I stopped and the pleading look in his eyes made me want to cry. He took the bottle from me and poured some onto my length, rubbing quickly and coating me thoroughly. I nearly screamed at the pleasure as he wrapped his legs around my waist and urged me forward, impaling myself inside him.

His tightness was like burning insanity, throbbing around me to the pulse of my length. I started to move inside him, his cries of ecstasy blinding my senses from everything except him as my pace quickened. His fingers grabbed at my chest, digging into my sides with frantic movement. I could hear my screams shatter the silence surrounding us as his fingers pressed gently at the small of my back, where my tail used to be.

I'm ashamed at the escalating rhythm of my voice but know I'm powerless to stop it.

Tears of pure pleasure ran down my face as I held him, moving faster and faster with every scream of his second orgasm.

I slammed into him vigorously, spilling my seed inside him and growling desperately, my voice raw from my declaration of love and passion.

I collapsed on his chest, breathing quickly and holding him tightly, tears still streaming down my face. He nuzzled, once again, against my ear and I sighed into his neck.

"I put my hands around your neck."

His words were soft and full of love, drawing little circles around my hair line with playful fingers.

"And you wrap your arms around me."

I held him so close it felt as if we were the same person, arms and legs glued together, entangled in an ancient knot that only we could untie.

I remove myself from his body and shivered at the lose, rolling onto my back and bringing him with me. He lays his head against my chest, his arms encircling my waist and one of his legs draped over my thighs. I slide my fingers into his silky black hair and he kisses my chest softly. He's too good to me.

"I regret every time I raise my voice..." I sigh and he looks up at me.
"but it wouldn't be that bright of me to say I had no choice."

He knows I always feel this way, and he smiles at me again, raising his body so we're nose to nose. A soft chuckle escapes his throat as he lightly kisses my nose.

"I can kiss your eyes, your hair, your neck until we forget."

I smile happily before I slam my lips against his, the only thoughts in my head are of him, my little beloved.

'I concede you were right about this place,
I can make a perfect likeness of your body if I trace.
I can hold you until you turn out the light, and I can't see....
I can't see.'

End