He cut off her lips abruptly, Wet, liquid, barely,
Their kiss left her lips puffy and dripping wet,
were ever so appealing. He desired more, though,He lifted her hair and gave her shoulders a kiss,
He placed his hands behind their shoulders,
she pushed her robe to the ground
She was naked, just like he was.
Beautiful and naked, the breasts that he
had long harbored fantasies about, seemed a,
greater wonder than any image he could
conjure, With generosity, they were full and firm.
dark rose and nipples he felt with His palm,
the Right breast suddenly caught his attention right away.
His thumb rolled across the nipple and teased it,
He knelt down to sample its richness,
She cried out softly while leaning against him,
A searing band appeared to span his loin,
he drank so deeply from her breast,as he touched her,
He had so much he wanted to give her
Giving at the time meant taking too,
He took her in his arms and threw her to the ground of the mattress, quickly climbing on top of her Those were her eyes
all the time, were on hi. She was so important to him badly
Her entire length was swiftly covered by his hands,
warmth has brought by caressing and brushing her skin
evocative and stimulating He caressed her and kissed her
He ran his palm over her thighs, breasts, and fingers
firmly along her hip and outer thigh Pressing
He lowered himself into the bed's all-encompassing softness.
her thighs apart with the weight of his body
She had a sweet, alluring scent
an enticing melody His face was against her throat as he did this kissed her earlobe, and poked at her pulse its tongue
Suddenly, there was a huge shift, and he moved
he was inside of her Her surprise was noted by a soft gasp
his unexpected entrance A strong shuddering stopped
her even as he made an effort to remain still and take his time
was moist and warm, and it kept him that way enticingly, bringing temptation and promising relief
the desire He moaned and dove into her, She
was cramped and small He briefly considered it
Evidently, it had been a very long time she had made love.
He whispered something to her, Words that
made no sense He kissed and nuzzled her ear
and she gasped again, her arms circling him,
her long, slender legs doing the sam, The
welcoming movement on her part sent new
sensations blazing through him
A fire that could not be quenched, He
abandoned all thoughts of gentleness to the
moonlight and the night, and set free the pulse
of longing and passion that had seized him from
the beginning.
She was accepting the onslaught of his beat, of
his hungry rhythm. Then she moved, Fluid, sweet
Her back arching, her hips rotating Taking him,
accepting him Holding, stroking, with the tight
clench of her body Bringing him higher and
higher, racing toward a peak Fire burned inside him Climax exploded upon him and he jerked, tightened, thrust hard and harder A searing
seed spilled from him, filling her.
A soft gasp escaped her as she tightened,
holding tight to him.
He drew away, Her eyes were glazed He had
given her so little And she had given him so
much.
He couldn't leave it that way She started to
speak but he caught her lips. Kissed her slowly.
Gently. Explored. Teased. Demanded with his
mouth. Took it away. Drank deeply of her lips
once again.
Then he began to shift down her body Catching her breasts Taking his time loving them both So slowly So tenderly
She didn't seem to realize that they had barely
begun, And she was whispering awkwardly to
him
He slipped his hand beneath the small of her
back, lifting the smooth ivory plane of her
stomach to his lips,
He brushed the flesh with his tongue Ran his lips
across it. Delved into her navel with his kiss.
"You were really—"
"What?"
She gasped,He was running his tongue, wet,
slick, along her upper thigh Gently forcing her
knees apart once again.
"You—"
She broke off, again gasping, He breathed
against the very center of feminine desire
Touched so lightly with the tip of his tongue Delved so deeply.
She choked out something, digging into the
bedding. Protesting. Not protesting. It didn't
matter. He could feel the sudden soaring of the
passion within her, and he wouldn't have
released her then, wouldn't have granted her
quarter, had she screamed for mercy. For as it
was, each twist and sweet undulation of her
body sent the raw edge of desire flaming within
him once again. It grew to become an agony. A
pulsing that strained and contorted his muscle
and loin, near bursting.
But he waited. Calmly taking his leisure of her
beautiful flesh, waited until she rocked against
him. Pleading ...
And then he rose above her
That time, it was she who gasped and sobbed
softly, pulsing against him in a whirlwind,
tightening, shuddering, straining, then collapsing
below him while he held her, taking his own
release more slowly, only after she had found
hers. Then, drenched, seeking to breathe again
at a rational pace, holding her still, he let her lie
quietly beside him, her hand upon his belly, her
head upon his chest.
'marc—"
He pressed his fingers against her lips.
"Thank you," he said softly.
wait why did he just remember her? he..he was trying to forget her wasn't he......?