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Yours,
romanticredhead
A redhead with a passion
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Piers held my face in his hands, as our eyes conveyed a message we'd hidden for so long, three simple words that meant the world to us.
His thumb stroked down the side of my face, touching my soft skin, and making me take in a deep breath as he slowly moved in towards me. His lips touched mine gently, barely making contact, the kiss was so soft, and I parted my lips to let him in. Our tongues touched, and at this, Piers pressed his lips hard against mine, and started to kiss me with a passion that surprised me, his tongue dancing with mine, his face mere millimetres away from mine, my dream that I had given up hope of ever becoming reality.
He slowly pulled away, and I reached for his shirt, delicately undoing his buttons and revealing his torso. I had to catch my breathe, realising that he was more beautiful than I could have ever imagined, his stomach was taut, toned, but not over muscled, not like those pictures you see where you feel distaste, the bodies are so overly developed. He was perfect, a thin line of dark hair running down over his stomach and into his jeans, a patch of the same smooth, lovely hair clothing his amazing chest. I reached out a hand, and gently stroked his side, my fingers wandering across to touch his waist, smoothing the hair.
'Do you like it?' he whispered to me.
I looked at him, and saw worry in his eyes, an uncertainty that he'd not be good enough for me. 'It's better than I ever imagined. It's beautiful.'
He stroked my hair, and leaned over to kiss my forehead. 'Let me see you now.'
I moved in close to him, and took his hands in mine, placing them on my blouse. I closed my eyes as he gently undid the buttons, kissing each patch of skin he uncovered as he reached it. Finally, it was opened, and Piers kissed my lips, shedding his undone shirt from his shoulders as he did so. He let his eyes wander up and down my body, hands on my waist and close to being able to touch his fingers. His removed one hand, and slowly, precisely, stroked my nipple through the fabric of my bra.
'You're beautiful.' He whispered, looking up into my eyes and smiling lovingly at me, his dark hair flopping over one eye. He brushed it back with his hand, and slid my blouse from my body with his other one. He slowly reached behind me, watching my eyes for any sign that I wanted him to stop. Finding none, he gently unhooked my bra, letting it fall from my breasts. His eyes widened, and he bent his head, examining them with a heat, a desperateness I never thought Piers could possess.
His kissed around my nipples, touching them as they hardened, and then took one into his mouth, kissing them with an open mouth, exploring them with his tongue. I gasped, my fingers running through his hair, holding his head to me. 'Piers, Piers...' the words fell from my mouth, his lips and tongue bringing me to new heights of being aroused, knowing that soon I would have an orgasm; despite the fact he hadn't touched anywhere near my pussy. I loved him; I wanted him to have everything that I could give him. I just hadn't seen it before, and now, with his body so close to mine, his heart open for me, it was so clear. He was the one I was meant to be with forever.
My thoughts were cut into by a jolt in my pussy, a small orgasm clearly a messenger of sorts for the wondrous climaxes to come.
My head fell back, supported by the wall, and I let out a low moan, shaking underneath his hands and mouth. He looked up at me, and suddenly, without warning, lifted me in his arms, carrying me as a groom does to a new bride when they are entering their house they will share as husband and wife. He gently put me down on the bed, and lay next to me on his side, letting his lips touch mine, his hand curving down to my lower abdomen, doing something to quell the ache that he had made lie there.
'I love you, my darling.' He muttered against my lips. 'I love you more than I thought I did, but here, now, it seems so clear to me. You're the one I'm meant to be with.' His words made a warm ache spread through my body, as I looked at him, and told him the same, told him how much I loved him. His let out a strangled cry, and swooped back down to kiss my mouth desperately. His hands undid my skirt, and gently pulled it from my curved hips. He smoothed the material of my panties, and looked at me, pulling from my lips.
'Can I?' He whispered softly.
My look at him gave him the answer, as my eyes were fast filling with longing and love for him. He slowly pulled them down, and took them from my legs. He kissed my lips softly, and moved down my body. He reached my pussy, and I heard a sharp intake of breath. His hand reached out and caressed it, drawing a soft moan from my lips. He stood from the bed, leading me to sit up and look at him with confusion.
