59. Goddess of Love

59. Goddess of Love
DAY THREE

“Dako..ta..” 

Emara moans my name and my eyes open, dragging up towards her.

She lies there with her eyes closed, lips parted slightly and her chest heaving with deep, heavy breaths.

The little sound that she made, makes me want her even more.

My hands trace the contours of her sacred figure as I bring them to her hips. Wide and curved like crescent Moons, they pull me closer to her like tides.

I gently hold her hips and stay there for a moment, kissing them softly like a loyal devotee. They are hard and so so soft.

I trace the length of her legs with my fingertips, marveling at their strength. They are like the guardians of the very origin of her magnetic power.

My lips keep slipping down to her thighs, which are thick and strong like pillars of an ancient temple. They are like the gateway to her inner shrine.

A place where she is worshipped.

Emara sighs quietly, her legs part like the grand gates of an eternal temple, that hold up the heavens.

A place where only the purest hearts are allowed.

“My Goddess!” I whisper, my breath hot against her inner thighs as I kiss them with deep devotion.

Emara shivers a little when my lips wander higher, reaching the place I wanted most. The quiet place where her body listens.

“Hmmm.”

The sound makes me lift my gaze and I watch her stir slowly on the bed, waiting desperately. Just like me.

She is perfect for me. 

And I want to make her feel good, show her how soft I can be. How careful.

I lean my head down to the center of her body, like a priest bows down for a prayer.

My muscles tighten on my arms as I spread her thick thighs and kiss the warm valley between her hips, that hold the secrets of ecstasy.

My goddess arches slightly, a divine sigh escapes her lips and I feel the thrill of her response ripple through me in waves.

How many lifetimes have I waited to kneel here, to pay my adoration to her holy of the holiest place?

Emara is like a blooming heavenly rose, whose petals are velvety soft and I.. Well, I feel like a mere bee, who is looking for a chance to get close to this flower.

I lean forward with deep devotion. My tongue extends like an offering, gently tracing her outer petals. Wet, and so damn soft.

With gentle pressure I lick her softly, letting my tongue circle it slowly and tasting the nectar of her sacred body.

She exhales a soft sound, and her thighs press lightly against my cheeks, locking me in her heavenly abode. 

And I like how it feels, like they could hold me here forever.

I worship her divine body with my mouth, stroking and tracing her lips. Her body responds, a moan escapes her lips as she arches her back and moves like waves crashing upon shore. 

The view itself sends shivers up and down my spine.

I slide my hands under her hips and lift her up slightly, drawing her closer to my mouth as I offer my prayers to the Goddess of Love.

The flower blooms fuller, swelling with the power of her arousal.

I kiss her wholly, licking her deeply while sliding my tongue inside her then back up to her clit, letting her feel every ounce of my devotion.

Emara cries out my name softly, her breathing gets faster as I pray at her altar. 

Her core pulses against my tongue like a living heartbeat of passion and I match its rhythm, licking her intensely until she collapses.

She is my Goddess, her body is my temple and I would worship her forever.

My lips leave her juicy petals, and I give them one last kiss, before looking up. Her face is flushed, eyes half-closed and her lips parted as she breathes deeply.

She looks so beautiful. 

Emara is everything to me. Right here, lying here with her, I know I would cross mountains to make her feel this good again and again.

I press kisses along her mighty hips, before crawling up beside her. I pull her into my arms, my heart is still pounding but now it felt full. And happy.

“Emara..” I breathe in her scent as I bury my nose in her hair. It’s so soothing.

I want to know if she felt what I felt. I need to know if she wants me as much as I want her.

Whatever she asks from me, I would give her anything and everything.

“Baby?” I call her again and get a soft sigh in response, like she has already dozed off.

Did she seriously just sleep? Right after I went down on her?

Unbelievable!

I chuckle silently, shaking my head. And it all somehow feels perfect. 

Only she could do that.. Trust the darkness enough to just drift off like the world is safe and nothing could harm her.

And I swear, nothing ever will.

I pull my little Goddess closer, tucking her head under my chin and wrapping one arm around her back, while my other hand brushes slowly through her hair, gently untangling the knots strand by strand.

This feels so perfect!

“I am not going anywhere.” I run my fingers through her hair, murmuring, “I am right here. Okay? I am here.”

No more running away.

Emara doesn’t answer, just sighs in her sleep, curling tightly into me. In that moment, I knew I was hers, utterly and completely. 

A man changed by the grace of love.

“No more revenge. I am done.. We are done now.” I promise her. “Whatever I started before.. It’s over. I swear.”

I press my lips to the crown of her head and stay there for a long minute, breathing in her scent. Her petite frame fits against me like she was made for this spot. 

Small, warm, and mine.

Always mine.

I can’t pretend anymore that I don’t feel this. That I haven’t always felt a deep longing for her. From lifetimes.

“Now, we will live happily.” I whisper, caressing her hair with my hand.

“We will have breakfast together, and then after work, I’ll cook dinner for us. Proper dinner. Unspitten and without dog’s saliva in it.” I smirk, remembering her shenanigans.

“And on Saturday, we are going to attend my D2R launch party. Together.” I tell her, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

Emara stirs slightly as my fingers brush against her earlobe. Such a small ear! 

“I want you there, standing next to me, supporting me. Feeling proud of me.” I smile slightly, imagining it. 

“I worked pretty hard on it from past two years. God! I have so much to tell you. We will talk in the morning. Okay?”

I kiss her temple gently, while she just breathes calmly, completely relaxed in my arms.

I smile against her skin. For the first time in forever, the future doesn’t feel like a battlefield.

It feels like home.

“Good night, baby.” I kiss the top of her head one last time and say, “I love you.”

Then I close my eyes, and let myself sink into the most comforting sleep of my life, still holding her like I would never let go. 

Hmmm.