Phantom Lover

There comes a time in each sensual experience when you never know if it is real or imagined. When the physical part of your body has you in such an intense grip that the dimensions around you start to meld. She could not have said at that exact moment if she was awake or dreaming, living reality or fantasy, only that the feelings flooding her senses had total control over her. She felt as if she was wandering through a maze of mist in her mind. Lights and shimmers of color blaze across her vision as she drifted through this surreal realm.

He had come to her before as he came to her now. Telling her of secrets and fantasies, myths and legends. Enticing her mind as well as her body. Tantalizing her senses with stories of knights and dragons. Filling her head with tales of exotic lands and sun filled beaches. Each designed to excite and stimulate. Each fable taking her to places she had never seen and showing her delights she had never before experienced.

Tonight he had come for her again.

As if restrained by silken bonds, her hands were unable to move, but her eyes watched him as he moved around her. Mesmerized by his beauty, her gaze unable to tear away from him. His dark good looks seem to radiate strength and power. His eyes so dark and hypnotic, with such an exotic tilt it sent shivers through her. His swarthy skin such a contrast to her ivory tones. His moustache tickling her, which only added to the riot of sensations that were bombarding her. His height so perfect for her that when his arms were around her waist, her head was tucked right up under his chin where her lips could press against his neck. Truly the man of her dreams. Everything about him designed to entice her senses.

Pleasure so sweet it was almost painful quivered across her, as his lips blazed an untraceable path over every accessible inch of her body. From her fingertips up her arm and shoulder, coming down across her breast long enough for his tongue to tease first one nipple and then the next, before proceeding to the opposite shoulder and down her other arm. Stopping long enough to suck on each finger before starting his way back up again. Moving up her shoulder, around behind her, and down the center of her back. When his lips again rose to her neck, he pressed his body against her to cradle his arousal in her crevice as if by design.

He turned her around finally. Their open mouths met in a ravenous kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck, rubbed her breasts against his abdomen. He tore his mouth away , then discarded his own clothing in quick time. He turned her until she was facing him, and lowered his head to the valley between her breasts. His tongue drove her wild. His hands massaged her breasts, and then he finally moved to take one nipple into his mouth. The pressure was excruciatingly wonderful. She cried out in pleasure, clinging to his shoulders now for support. He gave her other breast the same blissful attention, then trailed hot kisses down her stomach.

She wasn't capable of thinking. His tongue stroked the passion in her, pressing in, out, again and again, until she was whimpering for release from the sweet torture. She was begging him not to stop when he stood up to face her. She tried to capture his mouth for a long , hot kiss, but he pulled back. His body pressed to hers, filling it with endless heat. Rubbing against him trying to make as much contact as was possible. Needing to feel him on her, and in her, making her want him, now more than ever. Needing and wanting in an intensifying hunger.

Frustration soon turns to aggression. With a gentle shove and slight manipulation he was soon flat on his back and seemingly at her mercy. Give the position of power she soon slows down to return the subtle torture he has visited upon her. Silken falls of gold stroke across his body as she moves her hair gently over him. Her face mere inches away and her breath caressing him in feather like touches. Though nothing can quell her desire when given such access to his rampant erection.

Straddling his body with her own, she lets the opening of her hot center sit poised above his staff for a fraction of a second. That brief moment when time seems to stop. Eyes connect seeing only each other. Anticipation rising to volcanic proportion. She can not contain the wicked grin that spreads across her face as in the next instance she swiftly impales herself upon him. Filling herself so fully of him, it is no longer possible to tell where he begins and she ends. Coming together so deeply, in pure sync, pressure building each time she takes him all the way in, Together, moving as one.

Upward he drives her until she reaches peak after peak. Believing each time that it is not possible to go any further, yet cresting higher and higher again. The world explodes into a rainbow of sparkling colors as she feels an orgasm so great it seems as if heaven is about to overtake her. Over and over her body shudders with the force of their passion. His climax beginning an instant after hers, with a shout of release she feels him pour hotly into her womb.

She had never understood until this moment what passion really meant. The feelings that engulf her in dizzying waves of intensity have no precedent in her experience. If this was how lovemaking is meant to be it is new and strange and wonderful. She shudders and clings as she whispers her litany of love to him. His arms wrapping tightly about her as if he will never let her go. Two bodies melting together as passion drains their souls into one mass of contentment.

She snuggles up against him, letting his warmth encase her. Around her the air seems to waver as she drift towards a dreamlike realm. Again she wonders, is this real or is it fantasy? Am I here or elsewhere? Can such feelings exist anywhere but the deepest recesses of my mind? Her last conscious thought was that if her heaven and reality were to truly merge it would be with her own Phantom lover.