Stay

Outside the moon was just rising. Big, bright, and full it dragged the ebb and flow of the lovemaking in the small studio apartment. Cassandra’s apartment was dark but that full moon cast silver lines of art across every surface. The cool light was almost a soothing balm on her exposed skin that burned with desire. Instead, she was addicted to romance and the ambiance only heightened her intensity. Fingers splayed across her back and skidded along her hips. Her body erupted in a tidal wave of goosebumps and she didn’t bother trying to stop the smile that spread luxuriously across her full, kiss-swollen lips.

Cass ran her fingers up Mac’s arms. Her skin was like satin, soft and irresistible. The soft down of her hair slipped through Cass’s fingers like water. It was impossible to be aware of anything but her. She wanted to stop and think. She wanted to be more aware of herself. Cass wanted to be in control, needed to get a reign on her emotions. As Mac’s lips closed over her own she found that the harder she fought to regain control, the less she had. Her body was no longer hers and she felt her rough exterior slipping. As a moan rose up from her chest and spilled from her mouth before she could contain it, she looked up and out to the silver moon and hoped and wished that this one stayed. She wished on all the stars that this one would get under her skin and burrow so far beneath that it would be impossible to get her out. She wanted her to move in. Wanted to tell her that she loved her. She wanted to spend forever with her. She couldn’t stop the feeling that she was maybe losing her mind in the whirlwind that was Mac. Normally this would be the time to turn and run from everything that Mac was offering. All of a sudden, however, maybe with this one…she didn’t want to.

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About Avery Rose

I'm a 30 year old living in my native New York...I adore the city, writing, books, tea, music, long walks and rainbows :) Aaaand What happens to a dream deferred? In my opinion it gets sucked up dry and spat out as a gnarled petrified mass of what the heart used to be...so I'm also coming out as a writer who wrestles with questions of identity, reality, race and even sexuality. I'm having fun finally writing my own story. Feel free to help :)

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