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Hungry Eyes (Part 3 of 3) (Would recommend reading entire three part thread, beginning with Hungry Eyes - Part 1 His mind was ripped from his vivid dream by the Lady's sudden movement in the bathing tub. His eyes watched as she stood up, water sliding off her skin in the flickering firelight. He wished he were the water that streamed over her body. His eyes followed the many diverse paths each rivulet of water took. If he closed his eyes he was sure he could taste her upon his tongue. His breathing was harsh and he forced himself to calm it, for he didn't want to be detected in her chambers. The punishment of being where he shouldn't be, without being invited, was not a light one. She stepped for the tub and reached for a towel, taking her time in drying herself. His eyes feasted on her nakedness, much like a parched man feasted upon water. She turned and picked up a thin shift, dropping it over her head. It floated down her body like a silken cloud, clinging to her curves and outlining them. As she raised her hands to let her hair down, she moved toward a closed window. Reaching out one hand, she opened it, pushing the glass window outward. Her other hand came up and ruffled her now loose hair, sending it rippling down to her shoulders. A soft sigh left her lips as she watched the double moons rise over the treetops. Terin turned and walked toward her bed, drawing back the covers. Sliding onto the bed, she stretched out, much like a cat in contentment. He watched from his darkened silent corner as her hands slid slowly over the front of her body again. Her fingertips tweaking her nipples into hardness from beneath the silken sheath she wore. Her body arched beneath the onslaught of her own ministrations. She sat up in the bed; leaning back on one hand, while her other made its way between her legs.
As her body arched into her hand, he found himself stroking his hand around his hardness in perfect tandem rhythm. As their peaks swiftly trounced them, she lowered her head and once more her eyes riveted to the darkened corner in which he hid himself. His eyes were glued upon her heaving body and there was nothing he could do to stop this maelstrom that was upon him. Together, in perfect harmony, did they peak. With a shudder, her body slipped back upon the bed, curling into a fetal position. Her hand still lying between her now closed thighs. He leaned back against the wall for support. His legs were shaky, his body still quivering as he drew in deep breaths of air. His eyes closed briefly until he felt in control once more, only then did his eyes open and seek the woman lying upon her bed. Had she truly seen him? Did she know he was there? Or was she merely looking at the darkened shadow of the room as she was swept away by passion and need? He supposed he would never truly know the answer to those questions. As he slipped from the room, like all good shadows could, he wondered if it really mattered anyway….. ~ ~ ~ |
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His heart beat all the louder and seemed to leap into his throat as her eyes looked into the darkened corner where he hid. He watched as she pushed her fingers deeper into her body, moving them rhythmically in and out. Her hips were undulating to the song her fingers were orchestrating. Her head was thrown back as once more her passions rode her body. Her small animalistic sounds stood between them.