An Anniversary To Remember 3

She wakes up and a smile crosses her lips. No matter what has transpired, how things have changed, how much love has been lost, the brightness of the day will not be ruined by anything. She knows that it's highly probable that only she remembers and that's ok with her. For the memory will keep her warm all day, in her heart and through her whole body.

It's Sunday, December the 15th. She has one week of work left and then she is off for the holidays. The stress will begin to melt away this night. She pulls the covers off of her and sits up, yawning and stretching her arms in the light of the sun that peeks through her window. Her breasts rise and fall, her treasure catches a breeze of the air, for she slept without panties the night before, as she often does after she spends an evening pleasuring herself.

She stands and reaches down, pulling her nightgown up by the hem. Her nipples perk as the silky material rubs against her silky curves and she tosses it aside with a sigh. She goes to the closet and retrieves a towel, rubbing it up her body from her slit to her chin, letting a smile cross her lips and a soft moan escape her. She can hardly wait for the evening she has planned.

She walks into the bathroom, turning on the light and the fan. She lets down her hair and shakes her head from side to side, laughing in spite of herself as the sight of her bare, curvy breasts in the mirror turns her on. She steps into the shower, turning the temperature control to steaming hot, and steps under the showerhead. She turns on the water knowing that the first minute or so of water will be freezing cold, but that's just how she likes it, and her whole body responds in agreement.

The water shifts to hot and she sighs an almost moan. She retrieves a washcloth from the shelf and begins to rub all over her body softly and teasingly. She never dips between her lips, though she teases herself profusely, because she refuses to succumb to an orgasm before the time comes, as it would, much later that evening.

She closes her eyes and feels the hot water caressing her all over. Remembering the way he pulled her against him, reaching forward to unbutton and unzip her jeans, pulling them all the way down her legs. He knelt down and kisses her bruises so tenderly, even that one on her behind, which she thought she might have regretted reporting. But she didn't, not in the least. She did not, never has, and never will regret one thing about that night. Not the tenderness, not the gentle pauses as she gazed into his eyes as he called hers that of an angel, not the way her heart fluttered. It was all something beautiful that she would regret more if she forgot it than she ever could by remembering it.

The rest of the day seemed to pass so slowly; each minute seeming to last an hour, until the half hour before he would arrive. She had invited him over just for dinner, because they hadn't spoken in a while. He had agreed, though not too happily. Nevertheless he couldn't deny that they had catching up to do. More catching up than he would realize until the door opened.

It was 6:30. She rushed around cleaning and making sure everything was in place. The table was set with candles. The house glowed of warmth. Dinner was ready and the kitchen smelled wonderful. It was 6:55. She paced around, feeling like a nervous teenager. She sat on the couch looking natural, then realized that she would only have to get up to answer the door, he no longer held the key.

7:00, the doorbell rang. She jumped up in a flashed, but sauntered to the door, she didn't want to seem desperate or overexcited. She opened the door and strong wind blew, only aiding the picture that stood before his eyes. Her hair was down, hanging loosely over her shoulders. Flowing in a way that he hadn't seen in months, for she kept it up most of the time, but had in the past worn it down just for him.

Her smile was shy, much different than the snide grin she stubbornly wore constantly through their tense conversations. She was blushing, and damn did she have every right to be. Though she hated red, and he knew it, she was wearing it. He had always loved the way it made radiance shine through. The fact that she what she was wearing was red was not quite the focus, regardless. Her hair was in fact hanging loosely over her shoulders, but also cascading across her chest. In her dangerously low-cut dress, her bosom appeared fuller than ever, though not forcefully.

Her breasts retained their womanly elegance and simple beauty. They weren't pushed up or bearing the burden of extra support, they were merely accented. Accented in a way that they hadn't been since he could remember. Her dress was strapless and shorter than any other she had worn in her life. Hugging her in the right places, ending inches before her ass…there it was. She was wearing heels, high, strappy and even higher. She was radiant, all right.

The moment lasted forever. His eyes took her in, almost hungrily. He studied her in a more extreme way than she had expected. She had heard rumors of him having found another. She had heard that tone he used with her over the phone. The tone that though it excited her to no end with his sexy accent and flinty voice, usually meant no pleasure to help her excitement subside was in sight. She hadn't expected much, but had dreamed of and hoped of so much…Was it on the way?

They spoke uncomfortably through dinner. But it wasn't a tense discomfort, it was the discomfort of not knowing someone too well. It was as if they were scared of each other, maybe even rediscovering. At the very least, they were curious and eyes were wandering. Dinner was over. He helped her clear the table. She bent over and began loading the dishwasher. She dropped a fork at the very end of the tedious process, and turned to pick it up. As she stood, she looked up and was met by his gaze. She was flushed already from the blood having rushed to her head, but she still managed to flush even more.

He had been there, watching. How could she have forgotten his presence? How could she have forgotten that bending down would certainly expose her ass if not even more? How could she have bent in the other direction, giving him a full view of her braless breasts as well? All these thoughts rushed through her mind, but were silenced when his lips crushed hers. She murmured against his lips in protest, but it was only a murmur. It wasn't long before her arms were around his, before her tongue was invading his mouth, before she was backed against the counter and loving it. He pulled back, for they both needing oxygen. "You didn't drop it, I did," He said. She looked at him questioningly, confused. "The fork." He took it from her hand and threw it into the sink. He lifted her up and brought her to her bedroom, placing her tenderly on the bed.

He lay down beside her and brushed a piece of hair from her cheek and shivers ran through her. She could feel his breath on her as their eyes met. "Happy anniversary," he whispered, before kissing her lips softly. "You remembered?" she gasped. "I wouldn't give up the memories of that night for anything, Jess. And if it's all the same to you, I wouldn't mind reliving it right here, right now." She rolled on top of him and kissed him full on the lips, with all the passion that had lingered dormant within her so long. "I'll take that as a yes," he said breathlessly as he helped her lift her dress over her head. It wasn't the most graceful of movements, for the dress was quite tight, but that's the price to pay for a dress that gets you where that one did that fateful night.

She wasn't wearing a bra and he was quick to discard of her panties, which were already slightly wet. He placed supple kisses all across her breasts, savoring the taste, the smoothness, and the way she had always sounded as he pleasured her…The sighs that escaped her, though she bit her lip to keep them hidden…The moans that she couldn't help but let him hear, for all of her efforts to disguised them were in vain.

She rolled her onto her back and they were quick to remove his clothes as well. They were there together once again; time passing slowly as they savored each other. Radiating in the warmth of each other, they exchanged lustful glances and time-stopping kisses before she broke contact and slid between his knees.

She was quick to tackle the task of taking on his ever-hardening cock. It was glistening with pre-cum, just as beautiful as she had remembered it and recalled it time and again in her dreams. She ran her fingertips from his ankles, behind his knees, across his thighs and then up the length of his shaft painfully slowly. Of course, wonderfully slowly for her; a smile curled on her lips as she watched him respond to the mere beginnings of her relentless sweet torture.

She pointed her tongue and licked from his most sensitive spot below the base of his cock to the tip and then withdrew. She wrapped her right hand around it, resting her thumb at the tip, moving it in slow circles as the fingers on her left hand went to work on his balls. She glanced up to meet his gaze and found his gorgeous, ocean-like eyes mesmerized at her touch, at the sights and sounds that surrounded them. It was time to descend.

She kissed the tip a greeting that construed exactly how she had missed that delightful cock. She didn't just peck it with a kiss, or lash her tongue around it once. She wrapped her lips around the very tip tightly and swirled her tongue over and around it time and time again, as if she had been dueling with his tongue as they often did. She treated it as if she was making contact with his lips, as if she had his whole cavernous mouth before her to explore, as if she were massaging his tongue and caressing his mouth in warmth, but it was his cock instead.

She felt him hardening even more in response. She was almost deaf to his moans, she was so caught up in the moment, but when he reached down and pushed her head down upon him, she did not fight him. She wanted to give him all he wanted and more. She wanted to please him to an extent to which he had never been pleasured before. She deep throated him, holding him deep within the velvety walls of his mouth and then pulled completely away. She blew a cool breeze across his wet cock and bent even more to suckle on each of his balls before descending on his cock once again.

She was sure to feel with her tongue each delicious curve of that cock. That which she had missed more than she had realized before she had it between her lips again. She had missed the way he responded to her, the way he ran his fingers strongly but gently through her hair as she pleased him, the way his warm thighs felt so close to her cheeks. Her movements became faster and faster as she sensed him coming to the edge. He pulled her off of him by her chin and she could sense by the look in his eyes he was offering her the chance to let him spew his hot seed into her core, but she was hungry.

She needed to feel his sweet cum pour down her throat. She needed to taste it as it consumed her mouth, running against her tongue. She resumed her relentless attack of his hardened member, sucking and nibbling, bobbing up and down, licking and kissing. Finally, the time came. His muscles tensed, his hands paused in her hair and pushed her down into his crotch. She sucked him hard and deep, reaching beneath her chin to coax the cum from his balls as she hummed against his shaft, sending vibrations deep into his core.

The vibrations of his orgasm soon met the vibrations of her lips as it crashed through his body and cum spilled into her mouth. She swallowed each and every drop and jerked him off gently while her lips held tight to the head to make sure not a bit was missed. She finally released his cock, licking her lips and crawling up to lay besides him. He took her in his arms and they rested for just a little bit before he kissed her on the forehead, crawled out of the bed and said, "Be right back, don't move."

She closed her eyes and smiled to herself, recalling once again the night they were recreating, though not in those exact circumstances…Regardless, it was wonderful. He returned and placed some things on the nightstand, but she was completely unaware as she was off in a dream. Her fantasies were abruptly awoken as she felt her real fantasy about to come true; an ice cube was being slid down her slit. Her body jolted, goose bumps covered her skin and she couldn't help but smile. He leaned forward to kiss her, and as he did, ran the ice down her neck, as she had done to herself so many times. It was a dream come true.

She couldn't do much more than stare as he ran his own course over her body. Caressing her curves with combinations of ice and his tongue. Her nipples perked more and more each moment and wetness seeped from her constantly. Her clit ached for attention and she moaned and writhed beneath him as he delighted in her responsiveness. A sly smile crossed his lips and before she could think, an ice cube had been thrust deep into her. She cried out and tensed, but before long she was just moaning over and over and over again. The ice melting within her was almost like the smooth seduction of a cock. Before long, his cool fingers began their assault of his clit, his tongue concentrating on his nipples as he held an ice cube in his mouth.

She just couldn't stop moaning and begging for more. In all the times she had pleasured herself with ice cubes, she had never created any intensity of pleasure close to what he was delivering. It was long before she was nearing her edge and all at once he withdrew. The warmth of his body and the chill of the ice were gone all at once, and she writhed. She called out, she begged and pleaded. "Darryl, I need you baby, come back and let me cum for you."

He returned to her, stroking his cock back to full hardness and he lowered it to her mouth as she kissed it softly for good measure. Her eyes were wide with anticipation of what was to come. He rolled her onto her stomach and told her to get on her knees, she obliged. He was so tender with all of his movements, and pleasuring her to such extremes, how could she not? Minutes ago, she had been on the edge, him driving her wild. Here she was, her pussy still dripping as he position herself behind her and slid his turgid cock deep into her pussy.

He slid it in slowly, but surely and held it there. She moaned and circled her hips a few times to be sure that she was massaged in each crevice of her velvety core. He pulled out as slowly as he entered, and she bit her tongue in anticipation of the hard thrust he usually followed such a slow exit with. But it didn't come. He positioned his tip at her asshole, pushing a few fingers into her pussy as using her juices as lube. Then, he began to enter her, inch by glorious inch, as she relaxed and took completely pleasure in his every caress. He had been careful not to cause her any pain, and once he had he filled completely with his cock, he leaned against her and kissed her shoulder.

He was fiddling with something on the nightstand. She thought the ice bucket had been all he had brought. And it was…it was just that there was more than ice in it. She closed her eyes, she wanted it to be a surprise. He pulled out of her ass and pushed in slowly once again. He was driving her mad and loving it. She was shivering and writhing beneath him, fingering her clit and trying in vain to finger fuck herself; she was certainly in heat.

And as he leaned to kiss her on the neck and shoulder once again, he thrust a long, freezing dildo straight up her steaming chute. She screamed, she bucked, she moaned, she writhed, she shook with delight and orgasmed immediately. He began to fuck her with the ice-cold dildo, torturously slowly. She loved every bit of it, crying out for more, begging him to have her cum for him over and over again. And that's just what he did, moving his cock in her ass in rhythm to the dildo, she came repeatedly, clenching the dildo and his cock each time. As gratifying as it was for her, it was taking him a long time to near his edge, and once he did, he had decided it was to be deep within her tight pussy.

He felt himself approaching the edge and pulled the dildo from her and tossed it aside. He pulled his cock from her ass and she groaned disappointedly, collapsing against the bed. "Not so fast and no need to frown," he whispered as he turned her onto her back. She looked up at him in awe, spent. He knew he needed to get her excited again, he knew he wanted to come with her, not just in her.

He reached over to the ice bucket once again and to his delight found that not all of it was melted. He could tease her with it once again, but why waste time when he knew the easiest way to get her juices flowing? He slammed a piece of ice against her clit and held it there as she spasmed beneath him. He immediately knew she was ready once again. He thrust three pieces of ice hastily into her cunt and quickly followed them with his hard cock.

They cried out in pleasure together. The coolness surrounding his cock was new to him as was the feeling of a cock with ice in her pussy to her. He thrust slowly and deeply, warmth mixing with cold, both of them taken to a place beyond pleasure's end, in heaven as the cares and worries of the world melted away. It was just them, their sounds, their touches, their passion that consumed and surrounded them. And then they came together, gloriously and in harmony.

They lay in each others arms, spent and satisfied. She let her hand dance through his hair and down his cheek, resting it on his shoulder as she smiled into his eyes and wished him, "Happy anniversary." He kissed her hungrily as the lingering juices of one another swirled over their tongues, they explored and devoured, tongues massaging smoothly. "Happy anniversary, indeed."