raininjuarez: In this time, in this place, where he had placed her. The silence wrapped her tight. &
raininjuarez: In this time, in this place, where he had placed her. The silence wrapped her tight. The hush was a tactile thing. She could feel it in her skin. It filled her lungs. “Just there” he said. "Just there. Don’t move.“ And though she was turned from him, was blind to him, she could feel his eyes travel the length of her. She felt him read the poetry in her skin. In that moment, she knew – she understood – that for every inch of her, for every turn of her, for every angle, every cell, he had a purpose. She could feel him taking stock. Making plans. Devising, inventing, composing, formulating. She could feel him orchestrate. She could feel his intentions press in on her. She could feel his eyes brushing along her spine. She could feel the certainty of her dress dropping silently to the floor and the weight of his frame on her. She could feel how she was going to stretch. And she sensed his need for her swell. Like the surf drawn back fast across her ankles, the sand escaping beneath her bare feet, water rushing from the beach out to sea to build a bigger wave, she could now feel his need pulling at them both, changing the gravity in this tiny confined space they shared. How long did she stand that way before his hands first met her skin? Before she heard the brittle, metallic *tink* of his buckle coming undone? [Please do not remove the text from this post. Thank you] -- source link