Free La Promesse (The Promise) by Xio Nin Page B

mood, the tension in my muscles, you rest your head on my sex.
    "Don't think, ma cherie . Just feel me here with you now."
    I exhale a shaky breath and relax the muscles in my thighs as you knead them. Not wasting another moment, you gently press kisses to my outer lips. Your tongue brushes delicately across my sensitive bundle of nerves. The flame is rekindled, all melancholy thoughts shoved aside unceremoniously. I need this. I need you.
    You lap at my center, growing more and more ravenous. Your appetite only matched by my desire to give myself to you, to release and release until there is nothing left of me.
    Devour me. Consume me. Make me yours.
    Your body hears my prayer and you do not hesitate to answer.
    " Mon Dieu, tu es incroyable ."
    No, you’re the incredible one and I am lost in you. Lost to you. Your tongue unravels me bit by bit and I don't care. All that matters is reaching the destination. I'm running and you are chasing me. We both want the same end. Your arms hook under my hips and you splay your hands across my stomach. Your face is buried between my legs and you've never looked more amazing. This is passion as it will be defined for the rest of my life.
    Suddenly, I am outside of myself looking down. I see the muscles of your back moving with the current of a small stream, flowing into me through your mouth. My fingers play in your hair, cup my breast, feed my arousal. My world fills with wonder as colors begin to explode behind my eyes.
    Orange and red.
     Yellow, purple, blue.
    Finally black, as I squeeze them shut.
    My mouth opens, my voice calls your name. I feel my soul travel from me into you, searching for the truth of this moment. It returns satisfied in knowing.
    Tumbling from the edge of this cliff, I wonder how long I will fall. How deep this chasm goes.
    Soothing strokes with your tongue float me gently back into reality. You're moaning as if you have just seen the stars that I have seen and I am unable to move, except to caress your hair. I feel, rather than see you rising above me. You slide in gently, a look of incredulity on your face. Your hand slips into mine and our fingers intertwine.
    "So lovely."
    Yes, you are. And perfect in a way that only a collection of endearing imperfections could be. You are the man I feared only existed a fairy tale. You move within me and move me. You fill me and I am fulfilled. But I am not the only one so stirred.
    Your head drops to my shoulder and I feel you begin to tremble. You're mumbling but I cannot make out your words. I slide my leg up to your hip and the moan you reward me with makes me wish I had a way to record it, lock it in my head. I want to hear that sound every day and forever.
    Deeper and deeper you invade my depths, meeting no resistance. Your chest lowers to mine and we are moving as one. We’re one flesh. No space between where I end and you begin and I’ve no real desire to ever find it again. I pull you closer, meet your every thrust. I squeeze you within and embrace you without.
    Soon our chorus is also in unison and you lift your head to meet my eyes. I see myself reflected in them and I am beautiful. I am glorious. And you see yourself revealed in mine and you smile. When we kiss, the world falls away and we fall with it. Over and over, endlessly falling.
    Sweet surrender.

Chapter 3
    Y ou are awake by the time I get out of the shower and dry my hair. You complain - loudly - when I begin to dress. I would be content to spend your entire visit there in the bed with you, but you didn't travel three thousand miles just for that. Or did you?
    "I would love to see your city, cherie ."
    And I’d love to show it to you. We decide to grab a bite to eat at a local Afghani restaurant. You surprise me with your knowledge of Middle Eastern cuisine. I surprise you by ordering a side of hot sauce. You didn't know I liked it spicy.
    "I learn more about you every moment."
    Your smile is devastating.
    Dinner is delicious and our conversation