WIP Wednesday - First Mataras: Irene

 

No time to cry

She wasn’t sure if he was careful because Rusp had beenrough or because he needed to go slow because he felt so intensely. When heentered her, still on top of the table, it was in gradual increments. She experiencedevery inch of his tender invasion and reveled in it. When he reached his end,she basked in the complete joining all the more for having so thoroughlyexperienced it.

They lay quiet for a long while. Sherv gazed into her eyes,his hair curtaining their faces. They might have been the only two people inexistence. Irene’s fingertips traced his features, committing him to touch aswell as sight. The arched brows over his large, mesmerizing eyes. The sculptedcheekbones. The nose that was a hair from being too big, but lent it character.The strong chin. The well-shaped lips begging to be kissed.

She memorized him, in pieces and as a whole. She saw thestrong man and the sensitive soul housed in him. She verified how she lovedhim, feeling it as thoroughly as she had with Rusp.

It was darkly funny to have discovered the great goal ofhumans since time’s beginning: perfect love. It was as stupendous andearthshaking as the romantics claimed. It was also soul shattering, theharshest sentence fate could possibly pass. Irene had no idea how she wassupposed to survive leaving them behind. She doubted she could.

Sherv began to move at last, slow and easy. She rocked along,meeting his leisurely thrusts, grinding deliberately so electric thrills wokeand chased through her. They writhed on the table in sinuous accord. Their kisseswere unhurried tastings rather than desperate devouring, but they fed from eachother just the same. There was no nuance Irene didn’t mark: the way the creasebetween his brows deepened as passion grew, the hard planes of his chestagainst hers, how he repeated motions when her breath caught.

They climbed passion’s peak bit by bit, pausing when theynoted they’d gone too far, too fast. Insistent bliss jabbed Irene, begging tobe unleashed, but she set it aside in favor of extending the journey. She wasin no hurry to reach her destination, and Sherv apparently wasn’t either.

The only reason she knew she wept was thanks to the tearstickling her skin as they escaped. Sherv collected them with kisses. Shefelt the sadness that brought them, but she concentrated on the perfection ofjoining. There would be plenty of time to cry later.

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