Rebirth of A Goddess
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Category:
Romance › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,355
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: These are my characters that I created, for which I have no name as of yet. I have finally come to write another chapter to my story as my muse has finally come back from being MIA for what seems a year. Goddess bless her, she musta been worn out! LOL! Anyways, I hope you enjoy!
She woke up in the middle of the night, remembering her one night of abandoned passion upon the forest floor. The soft gentle kisses, the long, deep strokes that shook her to her very core.
It was the first night she had to herself; the first night since 2 weeks of returning to the city that she hadn't been bothered by work calling her to investigate a case, or by friends and family that thought she had simply dropped off the face of the world for a couple of weeks.
The night was bliss. She took the day off from work and just lazed around the house, her shoes off reading one of her favorite romance novels in a robe, drinking champaigne and taking a long, luxurious bubble bath she had prepared for herself. She even went jogging in the park with her dog, Champ, a golden retriever that she had since she was a girl.
As she slept, she relived that one night of passion. Remembering every stroke, every kiss, every heart breaking touch before he left her alone that night.
When she awakened, she saw nothing, but as she was about to close her eyes to the silence of the night, she saw him there, once again in all his masculine glory.
She wasn't afraid, but welcomed him with open arms. As he came to her, her heart soared.
Again as before, there were no words. Just soft looks, and tender kisses that made her tremble with desire and melt inside.
There were no need for words; their souls communicated, and their eys spoke of undieing passion and love for one another.
He kissed her lips softly and traveled down her slender neck as his hands roamed over her body, cupping her perfect breasts, sliding down to her slender hips, running his tips through her long, silky hair.
She shivered as she felt a rush of desire overcome her, but also in the midst of it, came a pang of saddness, for she never knew when her lover would come again.
Arching her neck as his tounge ran down the column, reaching her collar bone, she moaned softly.
His hands never stopped moving over her body as he continued to make her passions rise, making her turn to liquid.
His lips moved farther down her body, kissing between the valley of her breasts, trailing them down her stomach and down to her center of desire.
Her breath came sharply as he kissed her in that private area, lapping gently at her slit and sliding a finger gently and slowly inside of her.
Never before had she had such a skilled lover. She arched her hips in time to the movement of his hand, her breathing uneven, and soon she came.
As before, he raised his head to hers, kissing her, thrusting his tounge into her mouth as he entered her. His thrusts were deep and slow as the ebb and flow of the ocean's tide. That's how she felt. Like she and he were an ocean, both beautiful and yet mysterious to one another.
Her legs wrapped around his hips as they both reached the height of their passions and then the world exploded in an amazing display of light and color before they slowly returned to earth on a cloud.
He lay his head upon her shoulder, panting heavily as she kissed his neck and his face, running her fingers through his thick, wild hair.
They fell asleep together and when she awoke, once again, he was gone.
She woke up in the middle of the night, remembering her one night of abandoned passion upon the forest floor. The soft gentle kisses, the long, deep strokes that shook her to her very core.
It was the first night she had to herself; the first night since 2 weeks of returning to the city that she hadn't been bothered by work calling her to investigate a case, or by friends and family that thought she had simply dropped off the face of the world for a couple of weeks.
The night was bliss. She took the day off from work and just lazed around the house, her shoes off reading one of her favorite romance novels in a robe, drinking champaigne and taking a long, luxurious bubble bath she had prepared for herself. She even went jogging in the park with her dog, Champ, a golden retriever that she had since she was a girl.
As she slept, she relived that one night of passion. Remembering every stroke, every kiss, every heart breaking touch before he left her alone that night.
When she awakened, she saw nothing, but as she was about to close her eyes to the silence of the night, she saw him there, once again in all his masculine glory.
She wasn't afraid, but welcomed him with open arms. As he came to her, her heart soared.
Again as before, there were no words. Just soft looks, and tender kisses that made her tremble with desire and melt inside.
There were no need for words; their souls communicated, and their eys spoke of undieing passion and love for one another.
He kissed her lips softly and traveled down her slender neck as his hands roamed over her body, cupping her perfect breasts, sliding down to her slender hips, running his tips through her long, silky hair.
She shivered as she felt a rush of desire overcome her, but also in the midst of it, came a pang of saddness, for she never knew when her lover would come again.
Arching her neck as his tounge ran down the column, reaching her collar bone, she moaned softly.
His hands never stopped moving over her body as he continued to make her passions rise, making her turn to liquid.
His lips moved farther down her body, kissing between the valley of her breasts, trailing them down her stomach and down to her center of desire.
Her breath came sharply as he kissed her in that private area, lapping gently at her slit and sliding a finger gently and slowly inside of her.
Never before had she had such a skilled lover. She arched her hips in time to the movement of his hand, her breathing uneven, and soon she came.
As before, he raised his head to hers, kissing her, thrusting his tounge into her mouth as he entered her. His thrusts were deep and slow as the ebb and flow of the ocean's tide. That's how she felt. Like she and he were an ocean, both beautiful and yet mysterious to one another.
Her legs wrapped around his hips as they both reached the height of their passions and then the world exploded in an amazing display of light and color before they slowly returned to earth on a cloud.
He lay his head upon her shoulder, panting heavily as she kissed his neck and his face, running her fingers through his thick, wild hair.
They fell asleep together and when she awoke, once again, he was gone.