As she finishes the tongue bath, he sighs contentedly into the pillow. After the slow, romantic lovemaking they had shared earlier in the evening, the lengthy cool-down activity is an appropriate reflection of the fire, now merely coals in the fireplace.
But at last, she kisses him between the shoulder blades. After pulling the heavy blanket over them, she lays upon him and reaches for his hands. After a few brief whispers of sweet nothings, they drift off to sleep, each dreaming of romantic activities for the following day...
*****
Awakening in the morning, she finds herself in a strange bed. It takes her a few seconds to remember that this is a hotel in Chicago, one of their stops on a driving tour of the States. That he is not beside her in bed does not particularly concern her, but since she does not see him in the room and does not hear any activity in the bathroom, she begins to wonder what has happened to him.
She closes her eyes, draws the covers tight around her, and imagines herself on a sandy beach wearing her favorite swimsuit, staked to the shifty ground as the tide rolls in, creeping slowly up her body with each passing minute. She imagines him kneeling behind her, her head resting in his lap as his hands gently massage her face, occasionally reaching down to slip all-too-briefly under the neckline of the thin garment...
The sound of a key in the lock brings her back to reality. Assuming that he has returned, she slides the covers down her body, revealing much of her favorite sheer nightgown. He enters her view moments later, carrying two tall cups of coffee and a plate of bagels with cream cheese. One look at her, however, and he is visibly torn between safely delivering breakfast to the table by the window, and throwing it all to the floor to pounce upon her.
He opts for the former, and they share a quiet breakfast together, looking out over the great lake. But before they leave to explore the city, she instead pounces upon him.
*****
He ensures the canoe is safely beached, then returns to the campsite as she lays in the dewy grass near the tent. He pauses momentarily to admire her basking in the moonlight, her eyes closed as she seems to be meditating, or perhaps just letting her mind wander. After ten long days on this canoeing expedition, perhaps she sleeps, recharging herself for the final leg of their journey.
At last, he approaches and kneels beside her. Still, her eyes remain closed, her expression innocent and angelic... but he smiles, remembering the countless times she lay bound and vulnerable before him, the numerous growls of primal passion, the many tickle wars evolving into sexual wrestling battles with neither willing to give in to the other. Within his swim trunks, those pleasant memories evoke a stirring in his loins.
He watches the young woman's chest slowly rise and descend. He reaches out to the string securing the front of her bikini bra, but stops himself, withdrawing his hand with some reluctance. Instead, he caresses her with his eyes, imagining himself slowly pulling at the strings at each hip of the bikini panties. He pictures his tongue drawing the sweet nectar from her core. He dreams of his teeth closing around and tugging sensuously at each nipple in turn.
Ultimately, however, he simply lays beside her. Draping an arm across her, he continues to watch her, and soon feels his own eyes closing heavily.
*****
He slithers behind her in the hottub, then she leans back against his chest. His arms wrap snugly around her, enveloping her, protecting her, cherishing her. As the hot water eases away the pressures of the day, they simply relax together, chatting quietly, sharing an occasional laugh, enjoying the peaceful mountain evening.
*****
As he sits in the recliner reading through a new gaming magazine, she comes to his side, stroking his head and glancing at the screenshots of yet another racing game. Setting the magazine in his lap, he leans toward her, wrapping an arm about her waist and pressing his ear to her chest. As he enjoys the peaceful rhythm of her heartbeat, she cradles his head, looking fondly upon him.
*****
Given his experience in 1995, the couple has chosen the first non-windy day of their vacation to climb to the top of Sacré-Cœur. From the dome of the cathedral, he stands behind her, his arms wrapped around her as they look out over the City of Love. A few other young couples hold similar stances, but all that exists for the moment is she, he, and the cityscape.
That evening, they take up a similar position in their darkened hotel room near Palais de Chaillot, this time both nude and looking directly at the Eiffel Tower. The ultimate symbol of the City of Love stands erect before them as they slowly make love. Even when they retire to the bed to continue their romantic coupling, the Eiffel Tower watches over them through the open window as they make love again and again and again, long into the night.
*****
The massage moves up to her chest, and lingers there for a long time. Blindfolded, she is unable to look into her lover's eyes. Bound to the bedposts, she is unable to reach out to caress him. The best she can do is arch her back to press more of her breasts into his hands as he manipulates her womanly mounds.
*****
Sitting on the edge of the kitchen counter, she licks her lips as she watches him unzip his slacks and bring out his manhood, already quite thick and hard. Spreading her legs, she lifts up her dress for him, waiting eagerly as he steps forward. With one hand, he maneuvers the crotch of her panties aside; with the other hand, he readies himself at her entrance, sliding up and down the vertical lips and smiling at her small gasp. He continues, teasing her, causing more and more of her wetness to trickle from her.
Leaning forward, his lips find hers. Seconds later, he makes his way into her wet warmth, causing them both to groan loudly at the intimate contact. With her legs tightly encircling his waist, the lovers clutch each other tightly and give in to their passions.
Dinner gets burned in the process, but they laugh it off later, opting to go out for dinner instead. They do not bother to shower or even to change clothes, leaving a faint scent of unmistakable sexuality in their wake as the waitress leads them through the restaurant to their table...
*****
What began playfully with a snowball glancing off her hip has become a full-blown war. They run around the large clearing behind the cabin, both simultaneously attacking and attempting to dodge the ceaseless onslaught of cold projectiles. Their shrieks and laughter have probably scared away any animals, and may even be able to be heard in the city at the base of the mountain.
Without warning, he suddenly leaps, tackling the screaming woman with his impulsive maneuver. Even before they hit the ground, they are wrestling, each still attempting to best the other, neither willing to give in. Their competitive play has them rolling around in the snow, with more than a little snow making its way inside their clothes. But neither seems to really notice - they are fully focused on the battle at hand.
Exhausted, he finally relents, and she straddles him, pinning his hands to the ground at either side of his head. They share a long, tender gaze as they both breathe heavily, each still assessing the situation to be prepared in case the other makes a sudden movement to renew the battle.
But instead, she lays upon him. An observer would likely find it extremely bizarre that a couple would be cuddling in deep, wet snow. To the loving duo, however, there is nothing more natural.
*****
Bent over the bed, her fists clutch at the sheets as he fills her again and again from behind. He makes love to her slowly, his hands under her, using her chest as leverage for each deep thrust. The most intimate connection thrills them both and creates a ball of loving energy around them, energy which permeates them both, increasing the passion and the love between them.
*****
He returns home to find her asleep on the sofa, a thick biology book upon her stomach. Even in her sleep, she seems stressed, a thin mask of frustration upon her face. Perhaps she is so involved in her studies that they now invade her much-needed sleep. At any rate, her companion is definitely concerned.
Unsure what to do or how to help, he sets the grocery bag on the floor and moves toward the sofa. Slowly, he removes the heavy book, trying not to wake the sleeping beauty, and sets it upon the end table. All he can think to do is softly caress her face, hoping that even in her sleep, she can feel the gentle touches, and take comfort from his presence.
*****
Slowly, she impales herself upon his manhood as they both watch the penetration with loving interest. Once fully joined, he gasps loudly as she rhythmically squeezes her warm, wet muscles around him. She smiles as she watches his reactions, enjoying how his hands grip her thighs. Leaning forward, she plays with his nipples, watching intently as his eyes close, concentrating on the various sensations she creates for him.
Suddenly, simply squeezing the invader is no longer enough for her. Her hips begin to move, her hands upon her lover's chest to provide leverage. Her eyes closed, she hears her own breathing quickening, feels her own heartbeat accelerating, her clitoris angled just right to continually collide with her partner and send jolts of additional pleasure through her. As he begins to counterthrust and match the rhythm she has set, she squeals softly as he slithers deeper and deeper into her body, closer and closer to her core. The bed squeaks in protest of their primal dance, providing yet another instrument to compliment the sexual music they create together...
*****
Finally at cruising altitude, she lifts the intrusive armrest and leans into him. Their legs intertwine as she strokes his chest, his arms enveloping her. As the plane glides toward the sunset, they leave their daily concerns behind, enjoy the present, and anticipate the vacation ahead...
*****
