My heart saw the things my eyes couldn't see
Pressed so close to her, his lips against her skin, he can just about feel the beat of her heart, the pulse of life in her veins. Erratic with unfamiliar anticipation. It’s there, alongside the salt and the sea, delicate flavors that intermingle with a taste distinctly hers. He has but to lick his lips to know it’s there, intimately intermingled with the heat of her unmistakably feminine form. He smiles then, enjoying the feel of her skin, the trickle of water down his nose as the heat generated between the two of them melts the glittering, ephemeral ice crystals.
There is wicked humor in his voice to match the impish smile that had snuck onto his lips. Lips still hidden amongst the shifting fall of her dark mane. But it’s there too, in his mind. The decidedly naughty mind of a young stallion just reaching his majority.
She trembles, her voice soft, amused, and he withdraws slightly. His amber gaze finds her, lips quirking into a teasing, humored grin. His russet eyes glimmer intriguingly, a bit flirtatiously, before he reaches out to nip playfully at her indigo tresses. “Oh come now, don’t tell me you think so badly of me. You wound me.”
His grin widens as a soft chuckle escapes his lips. He presses closer once again, ducking his head slightly to give her better access to the tender skin along his crest, behind his ear. A shiver races down his spine as he feels her warm breath heating his sensitive, responsive flesh. A shiver that is amplified by the sudden feel of her in his mind, her words caressing gently, intimately, into his consciousness. He stills for a moment, surprised, before a slow, positively wicked grin tugs at the corners of his mouth.
Arching his neck, he presses his velvety muzzle against her chest, finding the warm hollow there to press a gentle, breathy, teasing kiss. Shifting his larger frame, he slowly eases his lips upwards, chest to shoulder to neck, a provocative slide that barely touches her skin. Just enough to tease, to tempt. Finally, he pauses along the sleek, tense muscle of the slim column of her neck before whispering into her skin, into her mind, “It’s no fun if I tell.”
There is wicked humor in his voice to match the impish smile that had snuck onto his lips. Lips still hidden amongst the shifting fall of her dark mane. But it’s there too, in his mind. The decidedly naughty mind of a young stallion just reaching his majority.
She trembles, her voice soft, amused, and he withdraws slightly. His amber gaze finds her, lips quirking into a teasing, humored grin. His russet eyes glimmer intriguingly, a bit flirtatiously, before he reaches out to nip playfully at her indigo tresses. “Oh come now, don’t tell me you think so badly of me. You wound me.”
His grin widens as a soft chuckle escapes his lips. He presses closer once again, ducking his head slightly to give her better access to the tender skin along his crest, behind his ear. A shiver races down his spine as he feels her warm breath heating his sensitive, responsive flesh. A shiver that is amplified by the sudden feel of her in his mind, her words caressing gently, intimately, into his consciousness. He stills for a moment, surprised, before a slow, positively wicked grin tugs at the corners of his mouth.
Arching his neck, he presses his velvety muzzle against her chest, finding the warm hollow there to press a gentle, breathy, teasing kiss. Shifting his larger frame, he slowly eases his lips upwards, chest to shoulder to neck, a provocative slide that barely touches her skin. Just enough to tease, to tempt. Finally, he pauses along the sleek, tense muscle of the slim column of her neck before whispering into her skin, into her mind, “It’s no fun if I tell.”
Fox
