La Promesse (The Promise) by Xio Nin Page A

for you, darling. Too engrossed in finally having what I’ve so longed for.
    I worship you with my lips and my tongue. My throat welcomes you. I swallow around you. Your legs shake, my pulse races. My breathing is erratic, matching yours. I know you're close and we've barely begun.
    " Oui, suce-le .” You command and I suck harder, so hungry for you. “My God..."
    Yours. Mine. Every god in every heaven. You call them all as your orgasm rips through you. You grab my shoulders, my hair. The pristinely made bed. We’re primal, caught in a moment of pure lust. You pour yourself out to me and it lasts forever yet not long enough.
    I try to imagine what you must look like right now. Are your eyes wide? Closed tightly? I want to see, but I am too occupied with the feel of you on my tongue to move. I taste your heartbeat as it slows.
    Finally, you collapse back onto the bed, laughing. I climb up beside you and marvel at the look of pure contentment on your face. I pepper your chest with kisses as you wrap your arms around me. You trail a finger down my spine and I squirm. You don't know that it is the strongest erogenous zone on my body, but you'll soon learn. You’re an eager student and I am all too happy to tutor you in my pleasure.
    You kiss my face, my lips, and smile into my eyes.
    "Your turn."

Chapter 2
    Y ou move away from my side and the cool air that replaces you is a shock to my system. Never have I known anyone to burn so hotly. Nor have I ever been so aflame. As if it is a manifestation of my thoughts, a candle flickers to life under your steady hand. And then another, and another, until the room is filled with a ginger light.
    I lose my senses, staring at you. Goddamn, but you're beautiful. Especially when you look at me like that.
    You stand next to the bed and glide your hands over my fevered flesh, smoothing my limbs out around me like you’re molding soft clay. I am ready for you to bend me to your will. You smile. Can you read my mind?
    "You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever known."
    I can feel the blush travel from my face down to my toes. You follow its progress with your eyes, but it runs ahead of you as you zero in on an area of interest. The look on your face is primal as you slide your body next to mine again. All I can do is watch and remember to breathe.
    "I want to taste you."
    My heart stops for just a moment as those words flutter through my mind like the butterflies in my stomach. You make me feel like a virginal bride. I know that you will be the first to make me a woman, where all along I’ve been a fumbling little girl. All my lovers little boys, compared to you.
    My man, but not truly.
    For the moment mine.
    Your fingers continue to slide along my skin, leaving trails of feverish anticipation. When your lips kiss the swell of my belly, I jump. I feel your laughter against my flesh. Your hands are nimble, and I barely notice your weight shifting downward. Before I know it, my legs have fallen open like petals for you. In my mind I chant he loves me, he loves me not as they peel apart.
    The reverence with which you adorn my body with kisses is breathtaking, like you. Like everything that is happening between us. Like this moment, when I share my innermost secret. The fabric of my being laid out before you. Only for you.
    Silky lips cruise up and down my thighs. I am undone. I don't know where to look - the ceiling, the pillow next to my head. I'm clutching the sheet as if to anchor myself, determined not to float into a dream. Covertly, I dig my nails into the palm of my hand as you anoint me with your tongue. My God...my God.
    " Délicieux. I'm in heaven."
    You whisper against the moist juncture between my legs, nuzzling the soft down that barely covers my mons. Unable to help myself I look down and catch you smiling up at me. It is then that my heart breaks. Nothing could possibly be this beautiful, not without a terrible price. I am filled with a profound sadness. Sensing the change in my