City Of Foundation

City Of Foundation

A Story by CJ Alan
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Only a short excerpt from my story; Chapter Eight

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He falls lightly on his back dragging me with him as his hands connect on my waist to pull me up on top of him. I let my body rest on his and hold myself up on the base of my arms where my hands set lightly on either side of his head.

His hands release my waist and preoccupy themselves instead by rubbing my back up and down in a comforting manner. I know I'm still tired, but I'm beginning to wake up even more. I pull our lips apart and stare down at him. His eyes reflecting his love for me so clearly.

“I'm only a child.” I say in a quiet and innocent voice. He gives me his signature smile and pulls me back down to him.

“Like I care.” He murmurs pulling slightly away then reconnecting again. The heat of his body against mine. The curve of his muscles and the unbelievable strength they possess. His shallow breathing. Everything telling me that I could love no one more than I love this man beneath my fragile, breakable body.

All thoughts are stripped from my mind. I forget how to breathe. I subconsciously caress my hands through his short, soft hair. I almost wish to tear off his shirt to feel his skin but I dismiss the impulse. I don't know who all is even here at the house.

Amazing.

That's the only word I can come up with to describe me here with him. I've done this enough times to be able to keep my mind from swimming above unconsciousness, but the effects of feeling like I'm in another world still linger with every touch of his lips.

Not only do the butterflies turn into eagles as they slam and pound against my chest, begging to be released, I also have the strange sensation of falling off a cliff as well. My stomach begins to sting with this anxiety but I refuse to leave him so soon.

I pull up and rest my head against his chest letting fatigue finally envelop me in it's warm embrace. His arms tighten around me, his strength holding me to him.

“I love you.” He says almost inaudibly and they are the last words I hear before I drift into a much awaited for sleep. 

© 2011 CJ Alan


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great story ! i enjoyed this very much
nice work here !
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CJ Alan
CJ Alan

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To be relatively vague, I love writing. Yet, for some odd reason, I haven't really committed myself to my love for a couple years now. Attempting to reconnect. Life will not take me from you, my dear,.. more..

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