Re: Paint with all the Colors of the Wind (3/3)disneykinkloverOctober 18 2012, 21:06:49 UTC
His pillock, unattended to for the past several months, had been at attention for some time. He could feel her wetness mere inches from him and he eagerly sought. Something nipped at his mind and he stopped, asking, “Pocahontas…” Unsure how to ask, he let her name hang between him.
She hesitantly bucked up to meet him. “I understand; it is alright.”
Needing no further permission, John thrust hard into her. Her hands clenched, nails digging into his shoulders as he penetrated her barrier. Pocahontas bit her lip, forcing herself beyond the deep needle-pain. She blew out a breath as the worst of it passed, nodding for him to continue.
Experimentally, he pulled out and thrust in a few times. Slowly, the pain eased from her face, her lovely black eyes closing in pleasure. He quickened his pace, throwing himself into her, thrusting deeper. Her hands wandered his back, nails scrapping, sending shivers along his spine. One hand supported his weight while his other teased her breasts, one after the other and back.
A kiss on the mouth, tongues, nips at the ears…
Paint with all the colors of the wind…
“Oh - John - !”
He gave an extra-tight grasp at her breast, nipping at the hollow of her neck. She arched off the ground against him, her walls tightening around him. She let out a long, low moan as she came, her wet spilling to the ground beneath them.
Every color she had ever seen flashed before her eyes and Pocahontas saw the stars at night against the radiant rays of dawn.
John rolled them over, away from the mess, and held her close while she recovered. A few minutes later, he took one of her breasts in his mouth, tongue flicking over the nipple. Pressing herself into him, her hands wrapped around his waist. Letting go, John again positioned herself above Pocahontas and ploughed right in. Harder, deeper, faster…!
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind…
Almost…!
So close - !
With one last thrust and a loud groan, “Poca-hon-tas!,” he went over the edge; pulling himself from her and spilling his seed on the ground.
They moved away again, holding each other for several minutes.
Something began to tug on his mind and his body tried to translate the pounding of the earth
Her black head cocked to the side, listening.
“Drums. They mean trouble. I shouldn’t be here.” She stood, searched for her dress, and covered herself.
He stood as well and collected his clothes. “I want to see you again,” he requested while dressing.
Pocahontas was already covered and edging away. Not from him, but to the drums.
“I can’t.”
“Please, don’t leave.” Fully clothed, he reached for her.
“I’m sorry, I must go.”
The Indian turned, swift as a deer, crafty as a fox, and disappeared into the forest.
The Englishman sighed and made his way back to the settlement.
I chose to begin the romance at the end of the song to keep the imagery of the entire song strong. Hopefully this is ok with the Original Prompter. ^_^
Damn, wish I could write stuff this fast this quick for all of the other prompts I'm working on and like...
If anyone is curious in a tidbit of trivia: No, I did not listen to the song on repeat. I have it and I even have access to Netflix (which doesn't have it for livestreaming??)/YouTube and awesome internet. Too bad I'm in a public location (Bigby) and don't have my earbuds. *Tear*
She hesitantly bucked up to meet him. “I understand; it is alright.”
Needing no further permission, John thrust hard into her. Her hands clenched, nails digging into his shoulders as he penetrated her barrier. Pocahontas bit her lip, forcing herself beyond the deep needle-pain. She blew out a breath as the worst of it passed, nodding for him to continue.
Experimentally, he pulled out and thrust in a few times. Slowly, the pain eased from her face, her lovely black eyes closing in pleasure. He quickened his pace, throwing himself into her, thrusting deeper. Her hands wandered his back, nails scrapping, sending shivers along his spine. One hand supported his weight while his other teased her breasts, one after the other and back.
A kiss on the mouth, tongues, nips at the ears…
Paint with all the colors of the wind…
“Oh - John - !”
He gave an extra-tight grasp at her breast, nipping at the hollow of her neck. She arched off the ground against him, her walls tightening around him. She let out a long, low moan as she came, her wet spilling to the ground beneath them.
Every color she had ever seen flashed before her eyes and Pocahontas saw the stars at night against the radiant rays of dawn.
John rolled them over, away from the mess, and held her close while she recovered. A few minutes later, he took one of her breasts in his mouth, tongue flicking over the nipple. Pressing herself into him, her hands wrapped around his waist. Letting go, John again positioned herself above Pocahontas and ploughed right in. Harder, deeper, faster…!
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind…
Almost…!
So close - !
With one last thrust and a loud groan, “Poca-hon-tas!,” he went over the edge; pulling himself from her and spilling his seed on the ground.
They moved away again, holding each other for several minutes.
Something began to tug on his mind and his body tried to translate the pounding of the earth
Her black head cocked to the side, listening.
“Drums. They mean trouble. I shouldn’t be here.” She stood, searched for her dress, and covered herself.
He stood as well and collected his clothes. “I want to see you again,” he requested while dressing.
Pocahontas was already covered and edging away. Not from him, but to the drums.
“I can’t.”
“Please, don’t leave.” Fully clothed, he reached for her.
“I’m sorry, I must go.”
The Indian turned, swift as a deer, crafty as a fox, and disappeared into the forest.
The Englishman sighed and made his way back to the settlement.
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I chose to begin the romance at the end of the song to keep the imagery of the entire song strong. Hopefully this is ok with the Original Prompter. ^_^
Damn, wish I could write stuff this fast this quick for all of the other prompts I'm working on and like...
If anyone is curious in a tidbit of trivia: No, I did not listen to the song on repeat. I have it and I even have access to Netflix (which doesn't have it for livestreaming??)/YouTube and awesome internet. Too bad I'm in a public location (Bigby) and don't have my earbuds. *Tear*
Until next time! Keep kinking! XD
~D*sneyKL
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