Hint Of Cinnamon

By Cheorie

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He spoke my name quietly but urgently as he wandered through the maze, which I called my mind. He wandered aimlessly, opening and closing doors that amused or made him curious. I had no single thought of what he’ll do when he stumbled upon my darker secrets as I sat there, in the dark with his fingers upon my forehead, listening. At first it was a simple touch as he drove himself deeper, making my head only pain a slight bit. I waited patiently as he summoned his strength to keep digging and go farther.

“Such thoughts,” he whispered to himself, nodding his head ever so slightly. I chuckled and waited for his annoying questions to come but they did not. Instead he kept them to himself and when I made to read his mind, he made a barrier to keep me out. I frowned and opened one eye to flick his nose. He jerked his head back a bit and growled at me. A gentle laugh erupted from my pale rose-colored lips.

“Are you always such an inquisitive person?” he asks in a good-humored tone as he dropped his hands to his sides and opened his eyes. I nod vigorously and he laughs at the sight of my face. He leans forward slightly, raising his right index finger and pressing it against my lips. I stare into his clear, deep brown eyes and lean forward as well.

“Unless you feel like making love don’t touch my lips.” I whisper seductively, giving him an innocent look. He laughs, a good natured laugh, and goes back to gazing into my own clear blue eyes. The very air around us feels heavy and damp almost, hanging over us like a cloud. I can’t take my eyes off of him.

His top four buttons for his long sleeved shirt are undone, showing a small patch of dark chest hair. I can see his dark tanned skin ripple at his slightest movement as he shifts his body. He leans back now, I can see his stomach as his shirt rides up. His abs are strong and lean, tight looking almost. I nearly sigh at the sight of his upper body. Wonder what his lower body looks like?

“Enjoying the sight?” he asks, jarring me out of my thoughts. I raise an eyebrow at him to confuse him but he doesn’t bite. Instead he reaches forward and touches my temple with his right hand. Instantly I can feel the flow of my thoughts entering his mind. Another good natured laugh erupts from his perfect lips and he drops his hand. But as he was lowering it, I grabbed his strong hand and brought it to my lips and gently kissed his knuckles. His eyebrow raises at me but lets me continue.

I stand up a bit, leaning over his body and glancing down at his surprised look on his face. He shifts and grabs my lips with his own and his left hand cups my chin. My tongue presses at his lips, slipping inside and running along his side of his mouth. He tastes like honey and chocolate mixed together, with a hint of cinnamon. His right hand slides to the curve of my lower back and pulls me forward, catching me off guard. One leg presses against his thigh and my other is wrapped around his. He grins against my lips as he captures them again and I give in, running my fingers through his short blonde hair. He moans against my lips and I pull back, letting him raise his eyebrows at me.

I slowly unbutton each button slowly, letting him caress my ears. I shiver as he gently tugs at my lobes and I stop for a moment. He laugh quietly and leans up and whispers,

“Am I teasing you dear heart?” his voice sounds like a waterfall, crashing quickly but gently. I lean my head back just slightly and he attacks my neck with hot, wet kisses, trailing them down to my shirt collar. I glance down at his amused look and then he reaches up and slowly unclasps my clasps. The cool air feels good on my hot body. He slips his hand underneath my right breast, cupping it in his cup while his free hand reaches around and struggles with the bra clasps. After a few moments he stops and I slowly undo it, rolling my shirt off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. He stares at my body in awe as I let the bra fall quickly afterwards.

I capture his lips with mine again while finishing undoing his shirt buttons. Pushing the shirt off his shoulders, I pull away from his lips and slowly kiss his chest, leaving a trail of wet kisses in my wake. His fingers intertwine in my hair. I tug at his black jeans, slipping my fingers under his belt and tugging at the elastic band of his boxers.

He groans now as I slip past the band and slowly slide my fingers down his length. I can feel him heat up as I slowly slid up and down his length. I chuckle to myself as he threw his head back, his eyes rolling back in his head. I slide up his body slowly, still rubbing him. I grin wickedly down at him as he moans again. I lean close to his ear and whisper,

“Isn’t this sweet?” my voice is cool and collected. I watch as he nods his head, arching his back. I flash a smile and lean close to his neck, seeing his pulsing vein of life. I slowly stopped as I felt and heard him reach his climax. As he leaned forward, he stares down at me as I kiss this bulging vein.

“That tickles,” he whispers and quickly I bite down, blood flowing into my mouth. He gasps, reaches up and clutches a patch of my hair. He jerks as I slowly lap of the warm blood. As I hear his heartbeat slowing I pull back, kissing and licking the two wounds, making sure they were healed. Then I slide off his body and stand up, staring deeply into his now lifeless eyes. I wipe a small drop of blood from my lips and suck on my finger, relishing the taste of his sweet blood.

‘Just like cinnamon,’ I think as I walk off.