Beautiful

by Jessica

He's so beautiful. That's one thing that always goes through my mind, but especially in moments like this. When he's moving above me, lost in ecstasy, with nothing but love and the most powerful emotions swirling in the depths of his eyes. He's absolutely breathtaking.

I never thought I could feel this way. So utterly at peace with myself. So utterly in love with someone that I think my heart is going to burst right out of my chest. And knowing that he's so utterly in love with me is without a doubt the most amazing thing that could ever happen. And I know he is. It's in every look he gives me, it's in the way he moves, the way he speaks, the way he exists. And because of all that, I fall in love with him a little more everyday. I give him another piece of my soul with every passing moment.

But the best is times like now. He's more beautiful here than in any other moment. The way the moonlight makes his skin seem like it's glowing. The way his muscles strain with every move, every thrust. The way he just loses himself in the moment. He always seems so calm and so together. He puts up this façade of complete control, of always being in charge of what he says and what he does. But when he's above me, moving back in forth in rhythm with me, the mask slips away. He just lets himself go, lets himself feel. When he's so lost in the moment, when all that's there is the friction of his cock on mine, of the pleasure that's coursing through his veins, when he gets so lost in it all that he forgets that he doesn't even breathe and he pants, and he moans, it's the most amazing sight I've ever seen. The beauty that radiates around him is so great that I sometimes feel like I'm going to cry.

I hold my own pleasure back just to watch him finally lose all control. I keep my pleasure at bay, just so I can watch the moment when his body shudders, and all I can hear is him panting and moaning my name in the most beautiful tone of voice. So I can watch as the pleasure overwhelms him and I can feel the evidence of his ecstasy between us. Knowing that I caused him to feel this way, that I caused him to feel such pleasure. And with those thoughts, that's when I let go. Nothing can arouse me more than knowing that I caused someone I love more than life itself to feel this way. That I did this to him. That I'm the one that can break down the walls he's built, that I'm the one he loves and trusts enough to see him lose control like that. That's when I let the pleasure finally wash over me, looking deep into the bluest eyes that are filled with love and devotion.

And when it's over, and he's lying next to me, whispering sleepy sentiments and flowery words of everlasting love and absolute devotion, that's when I let the tears stream down my face. I just can't help it. The moment is so perfect and so wonderful and so amazing that I can't not cry. And when I turn to him and with tears and love in my eyes, and I cup his cheek and tell him I love him, I still have just that one thought that means everything and still doesn't seem to be enough.

Beautiful.

~Fin~