Hands

I saw you
You stood there
I've seen you right there from the start
With ev'ry heartbeat closer
I've seen you right there where you are
And it could have been so fine yeah yeah
Oh it could have been so fine yeah yeah

My question unspoken
I want your heart I want your soul
With ev'ry heartbeat closer
I want you, baby can't you give it to me now
And it could have been so fine yeah yeah
Oh it could have been so fine yeah yeah

So let me fall into your hands
Take me far away
I am calling for your hands
Eh hey yeah

hands
Kane

She came to him, in the middle of the night, seeing him lying there on the couch worn out from the trip. His shirt was thrown over the back of it, his boots on the floor and of course, his guitar in the corner.

She got down on her knees in front of him, brushed his hair back, and began to rub his temples. He’d had that look on his face in his sleep, the one he got when he had been hurting again. He got headaches sometimes more often than most times. She had told him once that he worried to much. He said that was the price of being a lawyer, always something on your mind, something to worry about, something to think over..

Her hands were cool to the touch, which felt so good on his face. She began to rub in tiny little strokes, moving from his temples around his jaw line and then behind his ears. It felt so good to feel her hands, smell her perfume, that faint whiff of peony that she wore. He started to say something, but just couldn’t muster anything. He just wanted to relish the moment of her and not spoil it with words.

Her hands traveled downward, and began to massage his shoulders. He could feel all the tension that had built up during the day disappear with just her touch. Oh l'amour qui se sent bien ainsi he thought to himself. That did feel so good, so right. He moved his head slightly, as her hands went down his arms, and back up to his chest. She began her trek downward from his clavicle, down his stomach, to his belt line. She stopped for a minute, and he could feel her unbuckling his belt, and unbuttoning his pants.

He could feel himself start to get hard as her hand brushed over his crotch. She unzipped the pants and scooted them down just a small ways. He could feel her hand around him, and a moment later, her hot wet mouth swallowing him...

He moaned at the sensations that was coursing through his body. She had one hand on his chest, rubbing his nipples hard, the other at the base of his cock, and her mouth working magic on the tip of it. He could feel himself thrusting up as her mouth went down on him. He wanted to feel her hair, but couldn’t, this was just too much. He couldn’t think straight, all he could do was feel right now, feel himself in her hot wet mouth as she would press her lips tighter around him, going all the way in the back of her throat, rubbing the hood of his cock, teasing it, licking it...

He could feel himself, getting tighter and tighter. It had been a while since he’d been able to be with her. With a few more strokes, she had him releasing everything into her mouth, feeling her swallow on him as it spurted out he moaned as her heard her giggle and felt her hand reach up to touch his cheek.

“Eroica! OH mon deiu! ce se’est senti bein ainsi” he said hoarsely(Eroica! Oh God, that felt so good). He swallowed hard, reaching for her hand to kiss it. He finally opened his eyes, not feeling her hand, to see she wasn’t there.....

He rubbed his eyes, and looked down. Pants were undone. He did feel what he felt. Maybe she just went back into the bed room.

He got up, head still slightly pounding, and focused in the dark. He let his pants fall around him, stepping out of the legs and leaving them on the floor next to his boots.

“Eroica?” he whispered. “Eroica?”

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