by Colleen
Author's Website: http://www.envy.nu/colleenkane/fiction/ds.htm
Disclaimer: never ever sue poor people
Author's Notes: as always, Beta!Becca rules. for BJ & M :) - today San Francisco, tomorrow the world!
Story Notes: again, story title stolen from Moby. to be continued.
Touch him. Skin, like satin, damp with sweat. Glistening in the low light. Smooth, soft, slippery in places. Brush of silky hair, press of swollen lips.
Listen. His breaths, broken, torn from his lungs in gasps. The sound, my favourite sound: "MmmmUNH." Bedframe creaking, sheets whispering. My name, translated into a moan.
I close my eyes. Just touch, hear, FEEL. Rocking into him, slow, and deep. Taking our time, we have lots of time. Tangle our fingers together and hear the tiniest noise, the clink of two gold bands colliding.
We did it small, kept it simple. I love you, I mean it. Wear this in remembrance of that. In remembrance of me. The forever is implied. There's a lot implied by those little bits of metal.
Green Mountain honeymoon, the Stone Village B&B. We've done mostly bedding, not much breakfasting.
Touch him. Free my right hand, run it down his chest, dip into his navel, and then -- Yes. "Yessss," he sighs when I close my fingers around his cock. Stroke, squeeze, push, press, slide in and on him. "MmUH."
I can do this forever. Ben, I will do this forever.