KamaKamaSutra
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He rose, and almost automatically passed through the walls and crossed the hallway to the bedroom. Teagan was laid out on the bed, the covers draped over her curves. Leaving a seductive silhouette. Walking as he would if he was living, stepping carefully to make somehow less sound than his muted footsteps already did. His hand floated above the sheets, they rose drawn by the static of his form. Letting his hand pass through the cotton, his fingertips caressed the skin of her calf. He smiled, every part of her was a new sensation to touch. Somehow, he had to die to find someone that stirred the depths of his being the way she did. Passing her knee, onto the ample flesh of her thighs. He flattened his hand, his fingers spread wide as they sailed upwards. Reaching the swell of her hip, his fingers dipped over the fall of her form. Touching the soft curls adorning her mons. Moving up, his touch passed over her stomach, circling her navel before swirling outwards and up toward the rise of her bosom. Cupping her breast in his hand, his thumb flicked over her nipple and offering a short pinch between his thumb and forefinger before releasing her flesh back to gravity. His hand past, rising to drag the back of his fingers along the curve of her neck. A single finger rested on the line of her jaw, tilting her face toward him. Leaning down he pressed his lips to hers as the connection pulled him and her from the world.
The room faded from reality into their shared space, the black sheets laid out under her, the blazing aura of her hair standing against it. He stood beside the bed, looking down at what was his.
“Teagan….”
The room faded from reality into their shared space, the black sheets laid out under her, the blazing aura of her hair standing against it. He stood beside the bed, looking down at what was his.
“Teagan….”