Free Light and Wine by Sparrow AuSoleil

hips to her sides, circling the coral pink tips of her breasts with my thumbs and covering her completely with my palms.
    “Sacra, sacra, pulchra parva Lacie.”
    Sacred, sacred, beautiful little Lacie.

Her lips part further, as if doing so will help her lungs breathe better, and her legs open in kind, as if doing so will bring me into her.

“C arissima mea, delicatissima Lacie,” I pray in turn.
    My most beloved, most delicate Lacie.
    Regarding her with all my senses, I feel new waves of need overwhelm lingering after-swells of elation as I slide my hands to her thighs. When I curve them around hips shaped for my hold, she cries a high little sound and lifts into my touch.
    “Father,” even her whispers shake now. “Father …”

“Lacie,” I reply, my voice heavy and straight from my chest. “Sacra parva lux Dei …”
    Sacred little light of God …
    Whispering, I slide the length of myself along tenderly soft, burning wet skin. My bride is eager, glistening, and helpless under the slightest strokes, but as I look closer, I see for the first time how slowly I truly need to move and how much more open she really needs to be. Her body has its own gravity, drawing me with irresistible sweetness each time I slide over where she needs me within, but love is patient.
    Love is stronger.
    Love has waited so long it’s almost too much to fathom.
    Warmth fills and solidifies my spine as I still where she’s open and made to receive me. I press there, and her resistance is so delicate I can’t even breathe. First and only love filled eyes lock on mine as her knees open infinitesimally further in her pretty effort to give me all of herself.
    Hovering over her, grateful for and further impassioned by every shallow whimper, I curve my back, testing and tasting her warmth with smooth insistence. Quavering, Lacie gives me the barest little nod, and my stomach knots around intuition so sharp, so powerful, I can’t defy it.
    “I love you,” I whisper. “I love you, love you, love you,” I chant quietly, leaning close enough that I can slip the words right from my lips to her neck as I steady my stance.
    Pushing with patient strength, I watch dainty dark lashes flutter as pressure becomes penetration.
    With the first slow inch of my cock holding her open, Lacie gasps a deep breath, but her body is relaxed under mine. There’s no tension under skin that gives off the gentle scent of roses beneath my lips as I kiss her neck. Her pulse rushes, but her arms are trusting as she wraps them around my neck, her low little moans vibrating through my chest as I draw breath into tight lungs.
    My heart pounds, helpless as I sink.
    I feel like I can’t stop.
    I’ll go slow, but I can’t stop.
    “Love you, I love you, Lacie,” I promise as my spine straightens on its own, pushing my body steadily deeper without my mind ever having willed it to.
    I lift my head over hers, and she opens her mouth with mine as I advance, lovingly but relentlessly seeking light’s purest depth. I push, but it’s so much more like sliding, like gravity is drawing my body into hers.

Smoothly.

Sweetly.

Absolutely.
    We’re barely connected, but I’m burning warm so near to the heart of love. I rest my forehead on hers and my eyelids fall as pure, visceral, whole body and soul joy surrounds, pulling me deeper as I push toward it.
    Eyes closed, but not in the dark, I feel when the head of myself is completely within, cradled and flush with soft chasteness. I feel every start and shallow peak of every breath love takes. I feel her lips open more and hold open under mine, like a rose is in full bloom on her tongue.
    I feel it when I’m deeper than I’ve ever been.
    I feel her back curve and her stomach tense, and the flutter that starts in her hips and spreads through all of her as I shift my feet to keep going. Low moans climb to little whimpers as I fill her body with my own, and she clings to my neck and shoulders. So inside her I feel made