Tender

Natalie

I moan softly as he grips my hips, placing my legs around his waist
"Nat" he moans my name softly. I shiver as his breath ghosts over my cheek, his lips quickly following causing a trail of fire. I mewl as the trail leads to my mouth, gentle butterfly kisses
"Nat" he moans again. I tighten my grip, focusing on the feeling of him inside me again, and flesh gliding against flesh
"Oh God" he mutters raggedly. I moan his name as his lips brush my ear. Suddenly I transported back in time, to another bed, same lips, same flesh, same need...same sweet tenderness. Tears prick my eyes
~~~
Are you OK Nat? He murmurs harshly as I look up at him in the moonlight, his eyes swimming with concern
I nod gently
You sure? he mutters stroking my face as I am struck by another twinge of pain
Oh God Nat, he mourns trying to move away, but I won't let him, this is what I wanted, and I won't let it slip away...not now. My gift to him
I've hurt you, he whispers
Don't stop not now
But
I press him closer, urging him on, the lure is too great he cannot resist
Nat he groans the temptation too much and he begins to move and slowly the pain dissipates, and I can feel him, really feel him for the first time, with nothing to mar it. I clutch him closer as I am filled with him, and for a brief and shining moment, he is my all...my everything as the dull throb of pain transforms like a beautiful butterfly into an aching need. What was happening? I look to him for guidance, he smiles down at me soothing, reassuring and pleased. He is happy at what he has created, this clawing need that gets deeper and deeper
“H-Hayden...?” I pant; he swallows his lips brushing my ear
“S’OK Nat...S’OK...”
“Oh...” I moan, grasping at any part of him I can reach pressing him closer, closer, closer
“Oh God...Nat....” I shiver as he groans against my ear, his bucking hips meeting my furiously pumping ones
“H-Hayden....”
“Nat....” he moans as I clutch him giving whimpering little sounds as the ache gets bigger and bigger, what was he doing to me? Oh, God it felt so good
“Nat...?” he mutters
“Oh...oh...oh...oh...G-God...” I scream his name as I feel my whole body quiver; pulsating with a pleasure so deep, I can almost taste it
I dimly hear him answer. I groan under the sudden weight of his body as it presses me into the mattress
“Hayden?” I gasp as soon as I can muster the word. He gives a soft murmur in reply I nudge him gently, he groans rolling away. I mourn the loss of his warmth
“You OK?” he murmurs huskily eyes glowing in the dark
I nod softly, pressing my skirt down I begin to ease away
“Where are you going?” he mutters worriedly
“I thought...” I shrug
“Nat...” he murmurs grabbing my wrist “Don’t go...I don’t want you to go...”
“But you said...”
“I lied Nat...”
I gape at him
“I want you for keeps Nat...Be my girl...”
~~~

I cried then as I was now, he didn’t even need to ask, not then not now I was his I always would be as he recreates that clawing need, but this time it was a thing of two parts one of the flesh...and one of the soul...the need for his love. Would there ever be a cure?