Burning Ember's Touch

Dharma’s cheek pressed against his fleece shirt, her body heat radiating through the fabric, igniting a slow burn across his shoulders. Even though he couldn’t see her, he knew the exact curve of her dimples, the way her eyes, like molten gold, pierced through her lashes, straight into the core of his being. The silent plea, a desperate need to never let go, hung heavy in the air between them.

Slowly, his hand, calloused from years of hard work, crept upward, following the line of his chest. Being a foot shorter than him, Dharma’s breasts nestled comfortably against his mid-back, her nipples straining against the thin material of her shirt. The scent of her perfume, a heady mix of vanilla and something wilder, intensified as he brushed against them, sending shivers down his spine.

The humid air hung thick and heavy, promising a release. Had anyone witnessed this clandestine moment, they would have seen Dharma pull him away from the window, her movements fluid and graceful, and into her lips. As she swayed, her pants slipped silently from his grasp, tumbling to the floor in a soft heap. She moved backward, a slow, deliberate retreat, and he chased her kisses, a primal instinct driving him forward, until they reached the sanctuary of their bedroom.

The soft, wet sounds of their mouths meeting filled the room, punctuated by the distinct click of his belt undone. Then, Dharma’s bra, a delicate lace number, followed by John’s own hesitant exploration, flowed over her nipples as he began to worship them. He cupped one breast in his hand, feeling the delicate swell beneath his fingertips, as she reared her head back, arching her spine against the pillows. He grabbed the small of her back, pulling her closer, anchoring her in place as he prepared to unleash his desires.

He moved up to her mouth once more, seeking the sweet nectar of her lips. He pinned her legs up over his arms, supporting his weight, and she leaned into his embrace, her body relaxed and yielding. As he touched her navel, her muscles tensed, and he ran his fingers down the sides of her legs, enjoying the growing heat as she began to rock against his touch, naked and vulnerable between the sheets and his chest. But soon, he ascended to cover her, letting his full weight press down, her body struggling to resist his passionate grasp. His fingers danced through her dark hair as she kissed his shoulders, a desperate plea for more, and he thrust against her mound, responding to her escalating pleas.

Dharma’s arms clenched around him, pulling him closer, as they kissed and rubbed their nakedness against one another. Then, he gradually pulled away, giving her a moment to regain her composure. Dharma lifted her arms around her head as he kissed her neck, burying his face in the soft curve of her jawline, and rubbed her breast, feeling the heat radiating from her skin. He could feel his member lengthening as she lingered, her expression commanding him to continue, her anticipation palpable. Her heat rose as she anticipated his ramming within her, now feeling his wetness start to drip.

John forcefully grasped her hips and began to pound, losing his balance as she smiled. They shifted positions, her now on top, utilizing her weight to create a thrilling sensation. Dharma looked down at John as she grasped his shaft, sliding her hand up and down it, savoring the pleasure as he gasped. She cupped his sack, her fingers tracing the ridges with careful precision, and looked deep into his eyes, her expression commanding him to push harder. She grasped her breasts, then touched her wetness as she climbed back on top, her movements confident and assertive.

Up and down, Dharma rode, needing to feel him inside, deeper… deeper…. Her breasts bounced as she used her feet as levers to power her strokes, her body vibrating with the intensity of her pleasure. She began to arch as he held her lower back, relishing the sight, and he lifted his legs behind her, pulling her close until she curled down between them to the bed.

Getting back up, John lay on top of her, feeling the heat radiate from her body. Dharma spread her legs, allowing him to pull one over his shoulder as he pounded with increased speed. He watched her breasts plop, her gasps growing deeper, each movement a testament to her unbridled desire. When he released her leg, Dharma raised both and wrapped herself around him, her strength causing him to crash down into her chest, relentlessly humping now.

John grabbed around the back of her shoulders, forcefully pushing her into the mattress. He felt her body pulse into him, one flesh, and he pulled her hair slightly, and she arched upward, accepting his girth. Their hips locked as he slid in—slower, then faster, then slower—with additional force. After one more push and moan, he slowed, and her arms dropped to the bed.

They lay for a brief moment, lost in the aftermath of their passionate encounter, as Dharma relished his erection beginning to soften, running her hands up and down his back and letting her fingers linger. When John rolled to her side, she reached and held him in her hand, scissoring her legs around his as he pulled her close.

The two of them looked up at the ceiling as their breathing slowed. Then John turned and gazed into Dharma’s eyes, and they kissed until, finally, John closed his lips and kissed her dimple, hugging her to him.

Before long, Dharma fell asleep, her fingertips resting lightly on his side, her breathing slow and even. He tried to position himself against her chest so he could hear her heartbeat, but hearing her breathe was enough.

A gentle breeze slowly wandered through the room, carrying the scent of rain and distant flowers. He imagined that the Holy Spirit came with the wind, whispering promises of peace and fulfillment, as he breathed in deeply. The world outside faded away, replaced by the warmth of her body against his, the rhythm of her breathing a comforting lullaby, and the undeniable truth that he had never let go.

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