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One Kiss at a Time	By : mrsfahrenheit Category: G through L > The Host Views: 3396 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer's novel "The Host" does not belong to me and I make no profit from this story. All characters are fictional and all resemblance to others is unintended.

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One Kiss at a Time

The desert was hotter than any other day I remember since coming to this Earth. Sometimes in exaggeration I would compare this heat with that of the Fire Planet, I can recall the extraneous heat in that planet, and how all of my sensations were shaped by the intensity of the fire. However, in that lifetime my body had been designed to withstand such conditions with perfect ease.

In this Earth, in this arid landscape the temperatures rise dramatically, and to the untrained eye, it all looks devoid of life. And yet, I cannot force myself to have the slightest resentment towards it. This is where I picture myself when I am happy. Amongst the many places I could be, this is where I chose to be. Embraced by these colourful caves. This is simply my happy place.

The afternoons are getting hotter, and Ian has tried to make himself as helpful to me as he can. Surely he can see that my strength has decreased since skipping bodies. But that is not all. He helps me because he wants to please me and I think I can understand why his behaviour melts my heart. He loves me, and in such a simple gestures he displays it. He wears his emotions in his sleeve, and that has allowed me to familiarize myself with all the spectrum of emotions that this human body is capable of.

When I am with Ian, my body goes through all sorts of changes that are impossible to describe. It's unbreakable. I have had my share of new emotions, some of which have taken me completely by surprise. For example, my first kiss with Ian in this 17 year old girl transformed me to my core. Like the molten lava has shaped itself around my heart and has solidified to leave a very hard bond.

Another example is how my blood pumps blood faster when I hear his voice, my Ian. My friend and my protector, the person that I have come to love and the person with whom I want to spend my last day in this Earth and my last days in existence. I understand that when one dies, it is the end of everything. How much I wished that it wasn't the case, because then I would just love Ian beyond plain death. Souls that live forever.

As the afternoon falls in the cave, the strangest things happen in the dimly lit spaces. The stones in the walls are tinted red, orange, and purple, but when the afternoon hits them it creates a fills the room with golden glow, and it seems like magic is almost possible. It's so divine that I have made it a habit of mine to wander around the caves when I finish my tasks.

But there is one task that I look forward the most: the bread rolls.

I mix the flours gently and I start to knead the dough. It's particularly pleasurable to feel my fingers sink softy into the moist bubble, and when my fingers no longer stick to the dough, then I leave it to rest so that it can rise. It's almost too perfect because that time break in between allows me a few minutes to myself. Most of the time I'm alone when making the bread, but during the rare instance that I'm accompanied, I can easily seek solitude by heading for the bathroom. Once in the dark lava tunnels, I then follow one of the dead ends of the caves and there I find it. My perfect spot... A cave whose upper crevices reflect the incoming light quite nicely, bouncing off the faces of the irregular minerals encrusted naturally in the rocks. Very lonely but very beautiful.

It is in this kind of moments that I like to stop and meditate. I quiet my mind and reconnect wit my soul and the sense of peace and love that drives us all. I can hear footsteps periodically, a sign of another body nearby. I'm certain that someone has seen me here but I'm unsure as to whom. I respect the fact that I am not interrupted as I'm let allowed to do what comes most comfortably to me: to balance and tranquilize my soul.

When the light moves, the glow disappears and the indirect light of the sun reflects on the caves once again. It still looks lovely, but it's not as magical owing to the fact that the sunlight changes its position. The light transition is my clue that I must go back to my responsibilities.

I can recall one time, as I was making my way back to my still-rising bread when I heard soft footsteps behind me that brought me to a halt. In the dark, I didn't have to wait long for the figure to make its presence known. Seconds went by and then I felt soft hands wrapping gently around my thin waist from behind me; the hold wasn't rough or impatient. Instead, the hands moved and stopped delicately on my hips. I didn't need to turn to know in whose hands I was being enfolded.

Ian's.

In that moment, as I felt the seconds tick by, his hands were not the only sensations that I could feel. Soon the soft edge of his lips were planting ascending kisses so softly all the way to my earlobe. I couldn't not feel overwhelmed by the tumultuous sensation that assaulted me. My interior rejoiced with the warmth provided by his strong, yet delicate hands. As I rotated to face my embracer, my stomach felt a thousand tingles inside. That was a funny feeling I was experiencing more and more often in this body, my body.

I tried to open the eyes I didn't notice closing, but his lips migrated to my slightly parted lips, and opening my eyes no longer felt natural. It felt more natural to leave them closed instead. The touch of his lips on mine were so soft, and his breath addictive. To me, Ian smells delicious and his scent seems to invite me to try more of him.

Tenderly, I let my hands to do as they please, and I could feel that my knee-length dress was being softly raised all the way to my hips. Simultaneously, I could also feel the exposed skin of my upper leg becoming exposed. Goose bumps plagued my skin and I let out a sigh I also didn't notice holding. Then Ian started to part his lips and with a soft caress he traced a soft line over my lips with his tongue: an invitation to let him in. Of course he didn't need to insist on being let in for long. I gave free reign of my mouth over to his.

He didn't disillusioned me at all, his gentleness progressed to a kiss so passionate that I was glad I could use his body as a pillar to support myself as my knees nearly gave way to my weight. It was delicious to feel his soft tongue tracing the sides inside my mouth, and softly sucking on my upper lip. Who would know that his kisses were so intense? His scent and his moist lips made me loose all sense of time and I couldn't imagine myself breaking away from such a delightful overtaking, so I didn't.

My hands reached for his hair and I let my fingers run freely along his soft hair, I pulled him closer to my body and his reaction surprised me. He broke the kiss and stared at my eyes for what seemed a long time, despite that it was only seconds. His eyes reflected several emotions in an instant, I was confused as to what they were, but I could read the overall message as loud and clear as the deepest ocean: pure desire.

In a swift movement he lift me with his arms above his body and I naturally embraced his hips with my legs as he walked hastily towards the wall where my he pressed my back. I could feel his jeans becoming tighter, and tighter under my weight as he pressed his groin between my legs. All I really wanted was to feel closer to him, and I was very sure that he was thinking the same...

With a glance, his intentions became very clear. He quickly carried me to the special spot that I had just come from. I was always surprised to see his strong arms beneath the thin cotton shorts. Those muscles were the result of carrying the heavy loads during the raids no doubt.
And at that moment his strong tanned arms carried me as if I wasn't heavier than a box full of feathers, and just as one, he placed me down on the floor.

I was losing all control and giving myself to my senses entirely. In a body too young still to know what restraint is, Ian reached for my lips once again as moved on top of me, but not putting all of his weight on top of me. As he kept kissing me, he held himself up with one hand placed besides my head, but with his other free right hand he felt me starting with my neck and slowly moving to my shoulder, then lower to my collarbone where he traced its length a couple of times, then slowly he descended further into my full right breast. A soft guttural sound echoed in the cave, and I was surprised to realize that it had come from deep within my throat, I had moaned loudly and unapologetically. It was impossible not to love every sensation administered by Ian's firm hands.

His fingers softly pressed and caressed the side of my breast and he lowered his hands downwards from my ribs to my hips once again, he lifted the remaining part of the skirt to leave my panties fully uncovered. Slowly he broke the kiss and looked down at my body, I could see his fingers reaching tenderly for the edge of my underwear. He wrapped the edge around his finger and softly pulled downwards...

-"I have dreamed long about this Wanda, about doing this with you..." he whispered in my ear, in a pained, almost restrained voice toned with pure lust.

Somehow it felt natural to let my body do the talking, so I raised my hips slightly to allow for his fingers to remove that impeding piece of clothing...
He let out a sight as the panties reached my knees...

-"You're so beautiful...." he said as he took me in with his blue eyes, barely blinking.

His words were almost a whisper. He then lowered his head and planted a few more kisses in my stomach. My body arched in ecstasy, he was just so close to where I wanted to feel him... I felt my body pulsating blood intensely between my legs. He noticed my own burning desire and lowered his head once a again pressing his lips just a bit lower to my intense spot. This kiss was different, it was moist and an unanticipated, the feeling overtook me, with I imagine to be pure pleasure. He had kissed my clitoris and he was moving his lips to suction on my clit with his wet tongue and his firm lips once more...

-"You're absolutely delicious Wanda, I want to hear more of youÉ to taste more of you, I want all of you. I want you to understand that you drive me absolutely insane. You're all I can think of at night. It's your love, your kindness, and your softness. But it is the image of you that burns me, the image that confirms to me that there isn't anyone I desire more than you."

And with those words he slipped my panties down completely, then he positioned his knee in between my legs, spreading them slowly apart.

I couldn't utter a word out of fear to shatter the silence. Without waiting any further, he lowered his fingers to the soft skin folds covering my entrance. With a lot of care he parted the folds and paused a few seconds before he slipped two fingers inside me. I hadn't noticed, but my entrance was really moist and gooey. I had not understand until now, that the melting sensation wasn't only in my head. I was flushed and deeply aroused by his touch and that caused my body to become incredibly wet by his touch.

His fingers slid deeper with little resistance because of all of my internal juices lubricating his movements. With his thumb he started to rub my clitoris as he positioned himself so that his head was right above my most vulnerable spot. With his left hand he was done spreading my legs fully to allow for his tongue to rub and suck my clitoris while his fingers gained a steady firm pace in and out of meÉ
I was moaning and writhing hastily, my lungs suddenly restricting the airflow, making my breathing jagged. I reached to touch his golden hair, to press my nails in his neck.

Oh how much I wanted him! I slowly opened my eyes and sat down on top of him, I then held his face and his neck and pulled him to my lips into a crushingly passionate kiss. I had never tasted myself, but I didn't taste bad at all and he didn't seem to mind my taste...

- "Just as I thought you would be Wanda, delicious..." he whispered while his left hand reached to caress my lower back as his hand grabbed my ass thickly in a pulling motion. I could feel that the sweat of my skin allowed for his hands to slide tightly around my round bottom, my pulled skirt no longer an impediment.

My fingers found the edge of his shirt and I tugged upwards to free him of the garment, as soon as he took his t-shirt off, his torso was exposed. I gasped as I could only describe him in one word: breathtaking.

Ian's hands didn't wait long to imitate the same gesture, he took the soft fabric of my shirt and tugged upwards, releasing my small rounded breasts into the air.

Something told me there was really no order as to how our clothes suddenly left us, but it felt right...

It felt right to feel his hands slide across my bare back and in between my shoulder blades just to come around to caress my breasts.
We were bare skin against bare skin and his strong arms held me close to him. Both of us resting on the floor in a stance that was favourable to our caresses.

He ran his fingers through my hair and tugged gently at my scalp, leaning my head back and exposing my neck where he ran his lips across my throat almost roughly... It was so gratifying to feel his breath cooling down the damp traces left by his kisses.

He didn't miss a heartbeat, and his hands reached for the button of his jeans and in one quick motion, he unbuttoned them.

I could see the flesh trying to push through, but once it was set free, it was gleaming. I had never had the opportunity to see a naked man before. It seemed incredible that a piece of soft flesh could be so inviting... so appetizing. I pushed both of my hands in his chest and made him lean horizontally towards the floor.

It was my turn to savour him, and that I did almost immediately. I closed my eyes as I reached for his member with my right hand. I held his member firmly but hesitantly as I put it close to my lips where I then let my tongue run wild across it's head. Then I heard a mild thud and I looked up just to see that Ian had left his head drop to the floor in pleasure, he had closed his eyes and let appreciate noises die in his lips.

-"Hmmm ...Wanda... AH!" he uttered as he played with my shoulder-length hair with his hand.

I couldn't stop tasting its head, so I suck on its softest part once again but this time I let my head drop lower, swallowing his entire member at once. The back of my throat tickled, and I pulled his hard erection out of my mouth at once, but then I only wanted more. I went for his length once more and this time I let my hand slide up and down his shaft rhythmically while I sucked up and down. Letting my lips engulf his slick skin. His sounds just became more agitated, I don't know what this would feel like to him, but if it feel half as good as what he did to me, then it meant we were in for a really enjoyable time. He moaned more deeply with his lusty,raspy voice.

I must have been savouring him for a few minutes when his member got thicker and harder... his breathing got interrupted and I could feel his member pulsating. I almost didn't expect it when he pulled my head away from himself and shifted his body weight right above me. His body didn't stop caressing my sides, he then kissed me and I could feel his wet member sliding between my legs very slowly, as if asking for permission. I let my lips reach his so that he could know this is exactly what I desired the most.

I remember how it feel when the head of his member parted my folds slowly, and I could also feel him entering me more hurriedly. I felt so good to have him move fully inside me. It was as if I was complete, and I moaned in pleasure as his thrusts became faster and more solid. He thrusted deeply and his breath filled my ears. I just curled my legs around him and let him have me more and more and with each thrust I could feel my breasts bouncing freely, caressing his chest with my hardened nipples.

We were really enjoying ourselves...These extreme sensations would have been impossible to achieve if I wasn't completely and utterly in love with Ian as he was in love with me. So much love and passion couldn't exist otherwise. We belonged together. As together as we were connected right that second.

With each second passing I could feel the pleasure building and I could tell Ian was holding himself back. With my arm, I reached for his perfectly shaped ass and tugged forward, making him thrust deeper. He instinctively understood that I wanted him badly, and more fiercely. With more strength he jammed himself inside me over and over again and I could it feel it coming...

Then I lost it, the sensation of him rubbing inside and outside me was too much and my vision clouded. I let the overwhelming feeling of pleasure engulf me then as I experienced my first orgasm in a human body, by far the most amazing feeling in the ten lives I have lived. It was like loosing consciousness for an instance as the acute feeling spread to every part of my being. And as soon as my consciousness return, Ian did a last thrust so deep that he couldn't hold himself any longer, I could see his eyes rolling as he closed his eyes and let his orgasm take him. I felt his member swell warmly within me, and I felt the fantastic sensation of warm liquid splash intensely within me. He let out a big moan, that sounded like my name. It drove me wild...

Softly, he became heavier on top of me and searched briefly for my lips as he slowly slid himself out of me. Reaching for my head, he kissed me profoundly. I felt jubilant, refreshed, and absolutely new. But we were both exhausted; I would have never guessed that love making could leave you downright spent. We both let our breathings come to normal. It brings me a smile to my face to remember how he let himself laid back against the dusty floor as hegently tugged my shoulder so as to bring me closer to his body just below his arm. It felt warm, and strong and secure. If this is the meaning of bliss, I would not trade this feeling for the entire world. He was as comfortable with the silence as I was, There was no doubt that our bodies conveyed our feelings much better than words ever could. His body speaks a language that seems ancient and wise, and so it needs no words because it's timeless. It's love.

His other hand reaches to my forehead, and very dedicatedly he brushes away some of the wet hair that was sticking in my skin out of my face. The took me deeply in a long gaze that was both intense and beautiful, I can't help blushing when he stares at me that way.

Calmly, he kissed the top of my head and let out a heavy sigh before relaxing his breathing. I let out a sigh too and suddenly my eyelids were too heavy to keep open, so I closed them and let myself drift asleep under his arms.

Now every day, as that magic light time filters through the caves, I can't stop to think about the passionate times I have spent in Ian's arms. I understand that our living situation isn't perpetual and that one day we will have to relocate to a safer place, but as it is right now, I can't be any more blissful or lucky, even as I wash from my clothes the pulverized purple and orange left by the rubbing of the stones in the cave.

I have everything I have ever wanted.

I have my friend and my lover.

I have my Ian, teaching me what it is like to be human, one kiss at a time.

And the bread rolls from that afternoon? Well, they were the fluffiest bread rolls ever baked.

The End.

- Mrs. Fahrenheit
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