Finding of Giles

I can see my hand shaking as I raise it to this man that I have wanted for so long now. I can hear his breath, coming in short bursts of panting. My body tingles pleasantly in response. *I* have done this to him. *I* have taken his breath from him. I can feel the glorious warmth beneath my hand as I touch his thigh. Can feel the spark of electricity as I trace a lazy path to the core of him; humming in time with each moan he expresses, singing internally as he comes closer.

He jumps, when I take him in my hand. Writhes beneath my tongue as I explore the core of him. His moans, soft, deep and resonant, are in contradiction to the power and strength in his legs as he pushes against the bed; thrusts his head into his pillow

"Dear God..." I hear him whisper, *tight* with emotion, but as soft as a wisp of air, gently caressing the leaves on a tree.

My body rejoices as it becomes in tune with the one beneath it and then it moves, slowly, as if hunting for its prey; my hand gently leading the way. I hear a gasp and a moan, and then strong hands grasp me, pull me to the side and onto my back. I look up and find the man that I have spent a lifetime searching for above me; his face in rapture, his body, though scarred, tense and on fire to the touch.

His back is arched towards me, his chest a hairs breadth from my face. I move forward and take a nipple into my mouth, languishing in the feel of it between my teeth and on the tip of my tongue; gently twisting and turning, nipping and caressing, flicking it as a snake would the air, until I release it and see it standing proud before me. The other looks so lost, so I do the same, until two peaks stand proud and in gratitude for my attention. I softly caress them with my fingertips, rub them, play with them; eliciting a moan from their owner.

That moment, I move my hands across the back that reveals the evidence of his risky existence, then lower and caress the hips that are falling with each touch; the skin there that is warm and quivering. My touch becomes firmer forcing those hips, that so obviously desire to be with me, be with me. I want the connection; a connection that pulsates with each heartbeat, commands each breath as if it were my last. I feel the pressure of the body on top of me, pushing me deeper into the comfort of this bed, almost suffocating me. My hips rise as if searching for something. The spark of electricity when they find that place, takes my breath away; but my hips want more.

We become one, grinding and moaning and groaning until it's there, the something we have both missed, but had longed for. Indescribable, other than it is travelling faster than the speed of light; consuming all thought and feeling; raging and rising on its hind legs to strike. My heart stops; my breath lodged in exquisite pleasure in the centre of my chest; the body above me driving all life from me. I hear myself moan, feel my body quiver with uncontrolled desire. He's there, above me, in tune. I feel him, touch him, push him on, past the moans of desperation and invite him into this place that I have found.

A yell, animalistic and ferocious, rents the air about us. I feel it quiver with the power of it and lose myself there. I have found him, this man, so fierce in his loyalty and his seeking of pleasure, but gentle in his administration of it. This man like no other, that *feels* far more than I had ever thought.

I pull him closer, feeling the heat of passion emanating from him, and take a deep breath of him. I can taste him. His aura is there for the eating; the taking of a bite. It's sweet and powerful, gentle and fierce, intense and carefree.. All contradiction, but whole, and all that *IS* him. And he is here beside me... In me... *with* me...

I have found this man, that took so long to find, and I will never lose him again...

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