Ann Helen Moen

P o w e r f u l l ♥

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  • Inside I was screaming from the top of my lungs; I love you so.

  • Publisert: 02.06.2012, 11:37
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  • I couldn't move. He looked like he was in agony, or something.. something even worse. It took me a while before I even thought about what he saw in my face, my eyes. As I understood why he looked at me that way, I tried to feel my face, feel the mask I'd put on,or at least I tried to feel, to understand. From the way he looked at me, starred at me, I must've looked hurt. Something I wasn't, he had to see that, I hoped so at least. I wasn't hurt? Was I? I searched within myself, in the same time as I tried to feel any pain on my body as well. NO! I've actually never felt better. 

    I managed to push out a simply "Oh!" before he began to sorry himself. "I'm so sorry! I should've never pushed you like this. You shouldn't have, I shouldn't have made you do it. I knew it was wrong. I'm really so sorry. I will never do that to you ever again. I'm really.." He didn't get the last word out before I got the chance to stop him. I pushed my finger, slightly more colorful then him, up to his marvelous, perfect-lined lips, wanting to rather have my lips to touch them then my fingers. I restrained my temptations, myself, so I'd get the chance to explain.
    I had a moment to collect myself, choosing my words carefully, so that he didn't get the chance to misunderstand me.
    "Don't. I'm perfectly.."
    "Don't say fine." He twisted the last word, like he hated it. "You're obviously not!" He managed to push through my fingertips, which was still at his lips, tempting me more and more, before I got the chance to complete my sentence. "But I am!" I said while I lowered my head. 
    "Tears tell more then words, Em". I liked it, no, I loved it when he used my nickname like that. He said it with affection, with love no one could ever top, like I was all his, like he would never let me go. He said it with his angelic, soprano-high, voice. "I can see that you're hurt. I should've never done this to you", he looked down as well. His lips moved away from my fingertip, and it made me feel rejected. 
    I felt another tear come as I said; "Don't say that. I'm perfectly fine, I'm way more then fine. I feel perfect, complete. I couldn't want what we had last night more". "Just don't make me feel like I haven't done anything wrong here Emily", As he spoke my name it sent a shiver down my spine. His words were filled with hate, and I knew that he wasn't joking around when he spoke my name and not my nickname. 
    I shed another tear, totally different from the others earlier this morning. He took this one too, with his big, strong but soft hands. "If you only knew how not-regretful this night were for me. If you could only see how perfect, feel how perfect I felt with you last night. If you could only feel the same way as me", I tried to hide the crack in my voice as I spoke those last five words. Inside I was screaming from the top of my lungs; I love you so. 


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  • "Good morning sweetheart", he said with his low, manly, morning-voice

  • Publisert: 02.06.2012, 11:36
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  • He moved his hand slowly up and down my hair, still lightly singing, summing the melody of our song, effortless, almost if he was just breathing the melody. The feeling that built up inside of me every time he started singing our song is indescribable. It's like I know for sure that no one in this world have ever had the same feeling as I do in that moment. Especially when he did it in these lovely settings. Him and me in calm surroundings like this, me in his protective, strong, soft arms. His breath still blowing slowly through my hair. I took a deep breath, his perfume tickled in my nostril, so distinguishably good. As I did he comfortably kissed me right on top of my head, lightly. I smiled as I took another deep breath, hoping that there would be some smell of him left in the room, before I decided to look at him, search for his deep, gazing, dark brown eyes. He met my gaze and smiled in confirmation, let me know that it had been as good and perfect for him, as for me. I pursed my lips together as I closed my eyes approaching his lips with mine. I felt weightless as our lips reached each other, perfectly compatible. As it happen he lifted his hand to support my chin, so it would be easier for me to keep it there for a while. He wanted me there. 

     Then out of nowhere he pulled himself away. I didn't open my eyes before I realized that he wouldn't return before I did. Before I opened my eyes I was afraid that there were something wrong. But as I opened my eyes, I was looking straight to the most beautiful smile and the most comforting, happy eyes I've ever seen on his marvelous face ever. Speechless. 
    "Good morning sweetheart", he said with his low, manly, morning-voice. It was kind of sexy. I couldn't do anything else then take a deep breath, speechless. I put a smile on my face, blushing. I tried to hide my face, but as I did he just pushed it up again with his hand that he had under my chin for support. I blinked my eyes trying to force the redness in my cheek away, at the same time I didn't want him to catch me crying. Embarrassing. 
     Too late, he had already caught it with his finger. He looked at me with worry in his eyes. I smiled, trying to be brave.

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  • I simply just wanted to be right here, always, in his arms, feeling this safe, forever.

  • Publisert: 02.06.2012, 11:35
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  • I woke up by an light wind going through my hair, so light that I realised quickly that it was his breath. I held my eyes closed as I waited for the next breath that would give me the same feeling as the one I woke up to. As I could feel it all over again I noticed how calm he seemed, so peaceful. It made me smile. Here I was totally slaughtered with my head resting on his hard, but some kind of soft chest. I opened my eyes now. Still not moving I could see through the cracks in the curtains that the sun was shining outside. It made me smile even more as it gave me a warm feeling, feeling of belonging here. Right here in his perfect arms that were twisted around me. It made me feel protected, safe. His breath kept going on in the samne peaceful rythm, as before. I didn't know if he was awake, but that didn't really matter as long as I could stay like this for a while, forever. 

     Then suddenly he moved his left arm from behind me and slightly moved it up to my hair, right there where his breath had touched me 2 seconds ago. He started calmly to play with my hair, brushing through it with his cold, strong, soft fingertips, barely touching. I was sure he was careful not to wake me up. I kept thinking how amazingly careful, protective he seemed. I smiled again, big time, as I could feel a big tear straining down my cheek and carefully reached his chest. As it had dropped down on his chest I could feel by his touch at my hair, still careful, but with a slight of awareness, that he knew I was awake. He didn't say anything, something I appreciated, knowing that I didn't want to move. I simply just wanted to be right here, always, in his arms, feeling this safe, forever. 
     It was then he started again, our song. Summing it like a summer-day bee, joyful that had his amount of honey or something. So peaceful, comforting, perfect. I felt another tear coming, this time I had my eyes closed. This tear as the other fell slightly, slow down my warm cheek, and dropped down at his perfectly shaped chest. I couldn't feel more alive then now, right this moment, in the arms of my love, even though I didn't move an inch just breathing slowly, even. Safe. 


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  • My body and breath was visible trembling when he slightly untied the hair he earlier had crushed in his hand

  • Publisert: 02.06.2012, 11:34
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  • It was almost unbearable. The way he moved, touched, breathed, even the way his body was shivering when he lay there, perfectly on top of me. His hands had the most silky touch against my skin, so intensively cool. It was as if someone barely touched me with a feather, but stronger, more massive, and still had the same effect on me as a feathers soothing touch. 

     He was so amazingly beautiful there he was, it was almost to hard to look at him without make myself tremble with excitement. My body and breath was visible trembling when he slightly untied the hair he earlier had crushed in his hand, and slightly moved it down my neck and further down my chest. I closed my eyes, and as I did I could still feel the way he carefully looked and searched for my response to his action. I didn't open them, I just let him in my world by showing my gratitude through my body. I could notice that he noticed, I even think he could feel the exactly words I was thinking as I could almost hear the smile he had over his perfectly, strong face, when I was thinking that no one had ever pleased me like he did. It was actually scary how I could feel, and that I could see when I opened my eyes that he had caught my thoughts as I wondered into my own little world of complete. I couldn't do anything than to receive this .. this pleasure, this treatment, this firm, cold, warm, breathtaking, almost unbearable satisfaction he gave me. I wanted to do something back, but he just did something that made me stay in place. He just said over and over again that this day was my day, and every time I tried to say something he just pushed his silky, firm, strong, cold finger up to my lips and hushed at me. I went back to my paradise. 
    Then suddenly this sound made me open my eyes again, this kind of breathing, or at least it was so low that it seemed to be just breath in orders that made some kind of hymn. And then as I opened my eyes he slowly moved his cool, steal-likely, perfect shaped lips away from my throat and headed toward my ear. I smiled, it was our song, he kept singing it as he moved his head up to meet my gaze. We stared at each other for some seconds. I don't know what he was looking at, I only knew that I couldn't do anything than admiring his perfect face. I pursed my lips, my eyes narrowing. I smiled. I pressed my hands to his face, his lips suddenly fierce against mine. I closed my eyes again, and as soon as I did I could feel that he nailed his eyes on me, piercing sting against my skin, a good sting. I opened my eyes slightly to see if I was right, I was. He continued my song, our song as he again went down my throat from my lips, with his perfect lined lips.
     All of a sudden I felt warm, burning warmth going through my whole body, making my body, my breath, and even my eyelids shiver. It was then I noticed the bed covered in silk, soothing silk. I felt how our bodies together went perfectly with the sheets. Then as fast as I felt the burn once more, even more trembling this time, more intensive, I tried not to, but it didn't work, my spine contracted and made my chest pushed towards the ceiling. All at the same time I also noticed his hard, cool hands holding one of my slender arms down to the bed, and his other hand were placed on my right side, right at my ribs, gripping. It made a tension, made it all more exciting. I knew right there that I could feel he was burning the same way as me. Satisfaction.


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  • Publisert: 02.06.2012, 11:34
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