A Faerie's Love

“How about if I just hold you until you fall asleep? Will that do?” he asked.

Chesza nodded and moved to lie down. The Sheik made sure she was comfortable first before lying beside her and pulling her close to him. Chesza snuggled against him, seeking comfort. He closed his eyes, intending to ignore her body pressing intimately against his. The Sheik could feel hot, wild desire rising within him. He tried to dampen it, but he was losing the battle. Chesza kept snuggling against him. The Sheik gritted his teeth until finally, unable to hold back, he started to leave little kisses on her face. His hand seemed to have a will of its own as it started to explore her body, touching the luscious curves and the smooth silkiness of her skin. He knew he should stop, for he felt he was taking advantage of her. Just as he had summoned enough willpower to end this self-made torture, Chesza moaned softly. The Sheik opened his eyes and saw that she was awake. His hand stilled and he was about to apologize to her.

Chesza put a hand up to his mouth, stopping his words. She shook her head and moved her head slightly forward and placed her lips on his. He froze for a moment and then he pulled back slightly to look at her. He saw the desire in her eyes, and then as he looked closer, he saw the love hidden deep within. The Sheik drew her closer to him, letting her see the love and desire in his eyes. She smiled and moved her hand over him. As she did so, sparkling golden dust started to float in the air and landed on them. The golden dust continued to sprinkle around them as she moved. She caressed his arm and then his chest. She then burrowed her head into his chest and started to press little butterfly kisses against his chest.

The Sheik placed his fingers under her chin and lifted her head up to him. He lowered his head and gently kissed her lips. Feeling her response, he deepened the kiss, his tongue alternating between dueling and playing with hers. Her arms reached up and encircled his neck, sparkling dust flying about. She ran her hands down his smooth back, enjoying the feel of him. His hand caressed her body, removing her nightgown and feeling her soft, silky skin. He rested his hand on her naked buttocks, pressing it against his hardness. Chesza moaned and moved against him, wanting something, but not knowing what.