for Her love making was an Art PART 2

She was an artist, starting her career at a young age of 16; Hilary was founded at a school talent show, and from then on, had begun to write her own songs. Most of which were full of love, where slow ballads and tempos could be heard and an emotion so strong could be felt. She, like her songs, was a softly spoken, sensual woman.

Through the years however, she developed her singing and ability of writing. Growth could be seen clearly though her songs, starting from someone who was sweet and blinded by reality, to someone who grew up from her immature days and showed the world that the imperfections evident in the world no longer clouded her eyes.

Yet it wasn’t until the final album where she finally felt at home. Although it had yet to be completed, the album held such a great amount of sex appeal; it was no surprise that it had bought more of the male fans than the last two albums created throughout her career. Take Me There was such a sudden change in her musical theme that it shocked a number of fans at the beginning, but just like the other two, they were won over by her honesty and her ability to not give a toss about what everyone thought.

All her songs were inspired by things in life, and because of that the fans adored her creations that she called songs. What was this song inspired from?

One man.

The only man who had caused her to feel such an immense sense of pleasure… the only man in which she did not know his name, for he had left her the next morning with a single red rose upon the pillow, and a lazy smile upon her face…

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Hilary woke with a jolt; the undeniable pulsing of her heart, along with the throbbing of her being pumped endlessly through her body, sending shivers up and down her spine. Never before had she had such a graphic dream, a dream that she knew would surely cause the devil himself to blush a deep shade of red.

Never in her ages, even at the prime of her teens (where hormones were normally brewing at their hottest), had she had such a graphic dream, a dream so undeniably real, she could feel everything. It was both pleasant and unpleasant in senses. Pleasant because it gave her such an amazing feeling, yet unpleasant because there was clearly no one there giving her such an amazing feeling.

 

It was quite sad. She thought, that she could become so wet be a mere dream. Yet here she was, sitting on the edge of the bed, recalling all the naughty things that a particular amber eyed man was doing to her, and that only made her groan in annoyance.

Running a shaky hand through her honey locks, Hilary took a deep breath, then a couple more, as the erratic beating of her heart failed to slow.

 

Hilary was always known to be an open person when it came to sexual relationships. Her theory? Why settle of less?

 

Some may call it one night stands, what Hilary had, but to Hilary, one night stands were for amateurs, for mere girls who had nothing better to do than free themselves to any man willing to take them. No, Hilary wasn’t like that, she wouldn’t lower herself to something like that. What Hilary had was due to her ability to keep a man guessing. To keep the balance of being mysterious, unavailable and challenging, as well as sensual, seductive and sexy all at the same time. It was because of these methods that she considered her little escapades affairs. Sweet, sexy and unquestionably hot affairs.

 

But recently, such affairs never gave Hilary much joy as she wanted them too. There was no rush, no adrenaline, nothing. It seemed that somewhere, in the small depths of her rational mind, she was slowly beginning to get over the nameless faces of men. Could it be her quickly advancing age? Or could it be a particular man that she couldn’t, no matter how hard she tried, seem to forget?

 

Glancing at the digital clock on her bedside table she grimaced in irritation. Sweat clung treacherously onto her body, causing the loose fitting shirt to stick uncomfortable to her back and chest. “Fuck” she swore aloud, twitching slightly when her foot touched the cold wooden floors. Sighing one last time in disappointment of the dream, she stood up and headed towards her study. She knew for a fact that sleeping would be near impossible after waking up to that dream.

 

It was almost in fear. Fear that if she were to even close her eyes; even for a second those images would appear before her again. The moans, the feeling of his body against hers, on top of her, inside her… just… everything would be so… real… and so stressful…

 

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A part of me wants a part of you baby…

you stated it, now come and give me what I’ve been waiting for…

your lips are pressed against it, I can’t resist you…

don’t you tease me, don’t you tease me…

 

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It was a mix between a gasp and a moan, a mixture of pleasure and pain. It was everything and anything that Hilary had always wanted from a man. He was tantalising, unexpected and oh so good. His mouth lifts up towards a seductive smirk. Lowering his mouth just above her, ever so agonisingly slow, he whispered in a deep husky voice that caused shivers of ecstasy run up and down her spine in anticipation.

 

“Do you know what I want to do…?” he asked. It was such an innocent question, yet it held such graphic innuendo’s that Hilary was finding it hard to breath, a first for someone who was such an expert in being a tease. So instead she resorted to slightly shaking her head, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside of her. Deep inside of her.

 

His body was slightly on top of hers, his warmth shielding her naked form from the breeze that was blowing ever so slightly into the room. He chuckled, a deep and rumbling chuckle that vibrated to the very pit of her soul. His hands never stopping their torturous teasing never stopped their trek up and down her body.

 

“Do you want me inside of you…?” he asked, yet another simple question. Her breath hitched in her throat, and a throbbing so strong caused her body to shake in pure pleasure. Hilary almost felt shame, shame for feeling like a mere adolescent next to this man when she was the one who normally did all the teasing. His hands moved further down her body, closer and closer to her mould that she fought for self control. He was enjoying it. Enjoying how he was teasing her.

 

His hand stops and Hilary almost moans in protest, only to grasp as his tongue flickers down towards her neck and sucks ever so sweetly upon her collarbone, drawing small circles with his tongue, licking, sucking, and pleasing her creamy skin into an angry red. She let out a shuddering moan as the feeling of his hot breath and quick tongue excites her. The wanting of him deep inside grows further and further until she pulls him into a passionate kiss.

 

Their lips crash into one another in such a hurried frenzy of want and need, causing a moan to escape from him. a soft but demanding lick upon her top lip asking for permission to enter was so alluring she accepted without hesitation. Pulling him closer she let his tongue take control, let him explore the depths of her mouth like it was the first time… and dear god did it feel like the first time.

 

“I want you inside…” she says in a raspy voice, almost in annoyance at her inability to have control. He chuckles deep again and teasingly pressed his palm against her being, feeling the already damp thong that she was was wearing go damper, if possible. An intake of breath was heard from him as he becomes harder against her. Gradually his eyes move from her red lips to her stomach to finally her opening, and as if on instinct she spreads her legs a fraction wider. Willing him to touch her again, willing him to go deep inside her again…

 

“Not yet…” he says huskily, slowly peeling the straps off her shoulders, and down until her harden perky breast were clear for him to see. He flicks his tongue across them, making them harder if possible and she groans and pushes herself closer to him. He begins to kiss, and suck upon her nipples, taking time to arouse each and every part of her body…

 

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You’ve got my heart skipping beats

and I can’t hardly speak

you’ve got me breathing ‘oh damn’ how you freaking me…

I hold my knees, they’re shaking

now I’m biting the sheets…

 

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Green eyes flutter and slowly focus to the bright light shinning upon her face. Getting up slowly from her sitting position and peeling a piece of paper that stuck itself to the side of her face, Hilary swore.

 

She needed to find this man, and she needed to find him now. The amber eyed man…