It started with a Pearl…it caught the soft light around her neck, and she felt his hand on it, touching it, touching her finger around it. She looked down at it, at their fingers, touching each other, soft…and he pulled on it, pulled it back, pulled it into her hair, entwining his fingers into both. It gently pulled her head back, and she felt him. His lips. touching the pearls on her neck, his tongue soft against her. And he bit it, and he bit her, sinking just a bit deeper, and she sighed…sighed…turning her head. His lips were on hers, and she felt his breath on hers, a whisper. “I could drop that Pearl into your mouth, you know.” And the answer, “I know,” soft, relenting, feeling his tongue sink into hers slowly. And slowly, he discovered her, like a Pearl. Tongue wrapped, slowly touching, discovering her mouth, discovering her lips. Her chin…trailing down her neck…to the Pearls. His hands touched them, and then slid down to pick her up. And he carried her, lips still against the pearls, still against her neck, to the bed, where he lay her, carefully. Her long, dark hair fell against the covers, her eyes on his, and watched him undress. “Don’t move,” he said, the garments dropping, one by one. The pearls glimmered, catching the light on her soft, naked skin, and he climbed onto the bed, just over her, lowering himself slowly onto her. His mouth found her neck, and he slowly pressed her legs apart, and looking into her eyes, entered her. Thus began the slowness of motion, her legs sliding up, their lips pressed in soft movement over and over again. They arched into each other, every moment deeper, softer, until he captured her in a lover’s embrace that held them both. And their love, entwined around her neck, cascaded onto the bed, reflecting them both, their passion reflected in a simple orb.
The Pearl COPYRIGHT 2006 REBECCA TACOSA GRAY
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