Diamond Angel
He was still and motionless, flat on his back, arms at his sides. His eyes were closed and his entire body was relaxed. A white shirt lay wrinkled up, supporting his delicate looking neck. This exposed his gorgeous, pale glowing skin down to his waist.
I lay next to him, propped up by an elbow. The yellow-green grass of the evening’s warm setting sun had turned a more bluish shade with the rising of the moon. The Milky Way was washed out by the bright half moon, which turned the onyx sky a deep navy. It was a cloudless night.
I had the urge to touch that luminosity that looked as if it came from deep within his being. The light blue surface of his skin seemed so hard and cold, like marble, I thought. But it wasn’t. It was soft. I gasped, jerking my hand back slightly as I realized that I was touching him. A smile came to my lips, realizing he wasn’t going to stir. I stretched my fingers out again and with the very tips of my fingers, touched him as lightly as a feather in the center of his chest between his collarbone and breast. The coolness of his skin surprised me. It was refreshing to my fingers as my body burnt with excitement.
My fingers slowly traced down his middle. He wasn’t particularly muscled. Just enough to create definition in his abdomen. A perfect little channel for my fingertips to travel down to his navel. My fingers each took a turn circling around it before my arm retreated back to my side. I breathed out a heavy sigh. I realized I have been breathing too shallowly. But who wouldn’t, touching such an angel as this?
I turned my head up to see his face. My face flushed just at the sight of it. Why was it so exciting even to watch him lie there motionless? His face looked as if it were also carved of marble. His feminine features fit his face well. A pointed nose, small chin, and sharp jaw and cheekbones set off gorgeous, kissable lips. I heard myself sigh just at the thought the small but piercing blue eyes that rest, smoldering under frozen eyelids. His straight light brown, almost dirty blonde hair was perfection in itself. Each strand had its place and stayed there unaided.
My eyes traced down his toned arms. The fine hairs were elevated in the chill of the night. I touched the velvety texture with the back of my fingers and relished in the sensation. Again, my fingers postponed their leaving his arm and listlessly traced a blue vein down to the back of his hand.
From his hand, my eyes continued tracing the path around the waistline of his pants. A rush of feelings flowed from my face down to my abdomen as my mind filled in what the denim and cotton hid. Finally, my eyes flitted back up to his abdomen. An eternity must have passed because dew droplets were now forming across his blue night tinted skin. The light flowing through them was such a magical sight that a completely new rush of feelings flowed through my entire being. It made him appear so crystalline and perfect. He was my diamond angel.
My adrenaline was pure now. It pumped fast and it pumped heavy. I got off my elbow and suspended my body partially over his. I paused a moment as my face came level with his just to admire his beauty. When I couldn’t wait any longer, I let my selfishness kiss his lips.
I kissed the cool, wet dew off his deliciously soft lips. He suddenly but gently came alive. After coming to consciousness to the situation around him, his arm lifted up and held my head to his as he kissed me back gently at first, then becoming more fierce. My heart raced and I could just imagine this immense heat leaving my body in trails of flaming red in the blue night.
Finally, I sat up and smiled as he pulled himself up to face me. “Well that’s a nice way to wake up,” he said, pulling his shoulders back to stretch out his muscles.
“Really?” I asked.
“Mhmm,” he nodded. “Now, how would you like to fall asleep?” Without waiting for a reply, he pulled me into a kiss as we reclined back down to the grass. And there I slowly fell asleep, curled up next to my diamond angel.
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