56.) I Hold the Flower That Touches You

                                    

                                          

A/N:
                          
I meaaaan, there's Smut- But, poetic smut. Pretty smut. 



                          
Soft, smooth, glowing. 
                          
Her skin is my skin, her kiss my one surrender. A full circle into her with a delicate grind of my hips. My whimpers full fledged- escaping my open mouth as I dive into the sweetest gift for which I've hungered. 
                          
Easily defeated and unapologetically unashamed. 
                          
The sweet, immaculate aura of love, sex and complete trust. An exact symmetrical replica of paradise. Fully exposing myself in more than just the physical sense. It's mental, psychological, spiritual, even. Submerging my thoughts, emotions, my entirety into her mouth with a sensitive swirl. Tonguing her throat, jabbing her tonsils, feeling every part of her body, while I slow stroke into her wonderland. 
                          
Her eyes tightly shut, plump pink lips parted, humming sexy purrs of delicious orgasms. My eyes pour all over her intimate faces, hypnotizingly entrapping my gaze. The new days sun shines its beaming rays upon our naked bodies, illuminating the rolls of sweat that glide across our smacking flesh. 
                          
I want to feel her deeper than ever before. I want to be so far inside of her that my soul crawls out of her throat. I want to take my time devouring every moan, every single ounce of hymnal whimper- she is the strongest sensation to compare to heaven, goddess of my world, queen of my heart. She is the parts of me that I used to be terrifyingly bashful of, she is the keeper of all my secrets, deepest fears, darkest thoughts. And still, she loves me. 
                          
She allows me my time to make passion-filled love to her in drizzles of vanilla- steadfast, tantalizing, excruciatingly euphoric out of body experience. Loving her electrifies every nerve ending in my body, saturates my mind with a foggy drunkenness, making my eyes roll so hard to the back of my head until I'm blind. Squirming sparks of light screen across my vision when I try to keep my focus on her radiant beauty. 
                          
In the quiet of the dawn, our breathy moans vibrate between our bodies, our mouths sucking each groan out of the other. Breathing puffs of heat onto her shoulder as my head falls there, I moan my gratitude into her ear. Filling her head with my cries of pleasure, Letting it be known that she is the only one to ever make me cry out this way, this personally, this open without shame. 
                          
"I love you, Freddie..,"
                          
I pull my head back to look at her face, causing my shaft to stab her undoing and I'm in her clutches, jamming as much of my throbbing length inside of her- still rocking our bodies back and forth, pressing my animalistic instincts to follow the guide that leads me. She hollers my seducing nick-name, scorching the shrill into my memory. My thirsty pumps quicken as I feel the 'O' ready to explode. 
                          
My edging unravel sends shivers through me, I finally let go- erupting into her with the thunderous roar of a wildcat, cementing our souls together in a promise- an unwavering bond, the purest of love everlasting. 
                          
"I love you, my Angel...,"
                          
I wish for us to be wiser now- all I want is to be able to whisper those same five words to her, every day of my life. 

                          
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"What the fuck do you want?," Im not sure of the reason for Thomas appearing on my doorstep this early, or even at all, but I'm not having it ruin what I've worked so hard to repair. "Get the fuck off of my property!,"