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The silver streamline of the moons ambient glow cascaded over the sea. The tranquility of the night was suddenly uplifted by a warm and steady Costa Del Sol breeze. You watched as the meshed curtains upon the bedroom archway danced and fluttered in the wind. Outside the palm trees shook for a singular moment before returning to a calm stillness; as did the flames from the abundance of surrounding candlelight. The consistent noise of crashing waves could be overheard within the distance as you stepped out onto the beachside balcony, wearing a delicate white silk and lace kimono. Upon the elegantly decorated mezzanine stood a rounded cedar panelled hot-tub. Pink rose petals floated gently against the water’s surface. As you approached the tub, a floral fragrance mixed with the aroma of a calming lavender saturated the night time air. The bath alone was alluring but the sea view was utterly breathtaking. It was a picturesque backdrop for an evening soak.
Slowly removing your robe, your bare skin made contact with the breeze. Carefully you lowered yourself down into the tub, resting your shoulders against the curved edge. The heat of the water soothed your body, lulling you into total relaxation. Surrounded by clouds of steam, the water vapour enveloped you, seemingly washing your cares and worries away. Your eyes closed as you breathed a heavy sigh of serenity.
The sudden press of soft, wanting lips against your own had you taken by surprise. You smiled in satisfaction as the kiss concluded, fluttering your eyes open and peering up at Sephiroth through your sultry lashes.
“My my…” He hummed lowly. “What a sight.”
“The scenery is rather beautiful.” You sighed.
“I wasn’t talking about the scenery.”
A mischievous smirk loomed across his face. You smiled, watching him keenly, noticing how his long pale tresses reflected the silver radiance of moonlight. The honeymoon bliss between you both was fresh yet tantalisingly exciting. You were eager to see where the evening would take you, and to what exotic thrills you both might explore and unravel.
The oceanic warm air, merged with lavender and Sephiroth’s rich cologne was a heavenly combination. He knelt down beside you, leaning his arms against the tub and circulating his lithe fingers within the water. His loose cotton shirt hung lowly, unbuttoned revealing the accentuated outline of his upper chest. Overtime the humidity from the bath water altered the fabric, causing it to become translucent. You noticed how the dampened material adhered to the prominent definition of his abdominal muscles. His robust, handsome physique had your heart fluttering.
Sephiroth remained silent, watching you intently through narrowed eyes, like an animal observing its prey. Vigilant and waiting eagerly to pounce. You knew that look very well. You could read his mannerisms like an open book. You slowly lifted your leg above the water, watching the steam rise from your sleek, damp skin, deliberately enticing and tempting him further. He was impatient, immediately taking the bait and inching closer towards you. As he ran his hand up along the slick wetness of your bare leg, he positioned himself behind you. No longer able to keep his hands to himself, his fingers trailed from the nape of your neck, massaging slowly across your shoulders. You tilted your head back in comfort as he kneaded every knot and pressed every tightened muscle.
“Does this feel good?” He teased.
A pleasing moan escaped your mouth as his hands travelled further down towards the sides of your chest. His heavy, intense breathing against your ear had your body grow weak. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, generously lavishing your skin with wet, desirable kisses. You felt yourself melting and slipping away through the touch of his dexterous fingers. The moment his hands covered your breasts your breath hitched at the back of your throat. The unintentional noise that escaped your lips had him grazing his teeth against your shoulder. His grip tightened upon your flesh as he teased and fondled each breast meticulously.
Suddenly he relinquished you from his clutches, standing up and walking around to the side of the tub. Your body ached madly from the absence of his touch. However his intentions were soon known as he leaned into the bath, placing his arms underneath you and picking you up effortlessly. The splashes of water soaking through his saturated apparel and dampening his luscious locks. You wrapped your arms around his neck, gazing longingly into his sharp emerald eyes. His lips met yours once again, kissing you deeply and passionately. The slight linger of his tongue leaving a sweet, tantalising aftertaste within your mouth. Your heart raced with desire as you felt his fingers squeeze tighter against your skin.
“I need you.” He whispered.
He carried you into the bedroom, the meshed drapes brushing against your dewy skin as he walked through the arched doorway. Strenuously he pinned you down upon the bed, leaning over you, his gaze completely transfixed. For a moment he held you there, his lengthy bangs shadowing his face.
“Something stopping you?” You asked.
“Not at all. You have my full undivided attention… now… and forever.” He said softly in a low, husky voice.
He was admiring your body, savouring the moment and wanting to worship every inch of you. He took his time, lightly running the tips of his fingers down your stomach while peppering your neck and breasts with slow open mouthed kisses. Your damp, naked skin quivered and trembled. He hummed lowly under his breath as he found it immensely pleasing to watch. It felt like euphoric torture as you became impatient and desperate. You eagerly reached out to touch the prominent bulge within his pants, but he grabbed at your wrist, pinning it back down onto the bed sheets.
“Careful now.” He warned seductively, leaning in towards your ear. “I want to savour every inch of you.”
With that he leaned back, his mouth beginning a trail of fervent kisses down the inner side of your leg. You waited in quiet desperation until his mouth had reached your womanhood. He tightly held onto either side of your hips, pulling your legs apart. With his head nestled between your legs he sucked and licked relentlessly at your sensitive bud. The warmth of his breath and the pressure of his skilled tongue had your lower back arching as you felt the pressure build. He moaned and hummed in approval as you became increasingly wetter. Biting your lip was futile as you wailed noisily out of pure satisfaction. You ran your hands through his hair as you felt the tension rising. The muscles in your lower abdomen tightened, and your body writhed for him. Bucking your hips and clawing at his hair you cried out in euphoric pleasure as your climax reached its sensual peak. For a few seconds more he continued to lick and tease at your entrance, your body shaking from the aftermath of satisfaction and overstimulation.
“Good girl.” He praised, licking his lips. A suggestive smirk widening across his face as he gently ran his fingers over your sensitive skin. “However I’m not finished with you yet.”
…By morning there wasn’t a single part of your body that he hadn’t touched, kissed or utterly devoured.