The Trilogy, Part I
Short, Sweet, Romantic
The silent song of true love and dedication is playing swiftly as we are locked arm to arm, eye to eye; heart to heart. We begin dancing wistfully as if the sound was the aria of our lives. Can you just imagine us dancing together in such a sound of solitude? Just you and me in a silent room, all alone. Slowly I begin to undress you, my arms making gentle moves as they caress the skin below your shirt until it lies on the floor. I gently push you sweat pants down until they join your shirt on the floor. You step out of them with haste and I waste no time to swiftly lead you to the bed and lay you on your back. I begin kissing you while I lean over top of you. My kisses begin along your belly and carefully work their way up until I reach your lips feel passionate kisses slowly being placed on them; just to ensure they linger on them. I reach your neck and bury my kisses in it. Sliding down further, I reach your bra and run my fingers over your chest.
I reach behind your back and unhook your bra. I place it at the end of the bed. I quickly move to your nipples and take them in my mouth. They are soon hard and sweet as I suck on them. They are so dark and attractive against your skin tone. You're absolutely beautiful in my eyes and in my taste.
I again kiss your upper body, moving my kisses lower while rolling your nipples between my fingers. Finally I slide down far enough that my hand can no long reach them. I begin kissing at your waist as I prepare you for the much anticipated move you know I am going to make.
Your soft colored panties come down as well, a soft peach color, revealing your dark hair and beautiful, plump pussy lips. I have now completely removed your pants and panties and place them on the floor. Your tender skin is completely revealed now and I return my focus to your completely naked and amazing body. As I again review your lips, I find that I can't resist any longer. I lean in and run my tongue very carefully across the outside of your thick pussy lips and gently part them so I can get to the tender and intensely wet skin inside. My tongue makes several passes up and down before becoming more aggressive.
My tongue now presses against your clit, my mouth now sucking at it. I move my fingers to open you wider and tease your vaginal opening with my finger, carefully testing how tight it is. It's extremely wet and firm, but not too tight. I slide a finger in and immediately feel your vaginal walls contract around it. I know that you are very well on your way but I need to slow things down. It's not quite time for you to give me your cum.
I lean back enough to insert a second finger into your pussy, rubbing the upper vaginal wall and rubbing over the very swollen pad that is attached to it. You begin to moan very softly, giving me the signal that I need to pay attention to your clit once again.
Moving closer, I use my fingers and, while still pumping in and out with using abundant wetness, I fully begin an aggressive movement on your clit. I lick and suck and rub it with my tongue. I feel your pussy contracting hard now and I know you need to cum.
I repeat my movements on your clit once more, my fingers caressing the g-spot on your upper wall when suddenly you lift your body, writhing intensely and moaning softly as I can feel you cum throughout
my
entire body.
I move back and wipe your wetness off of my face. Smiling at you with sheer passion in my eyes, I help you into a comfortable position on the bed and cover you with our soft sheets, taking great care so you are completely comfortable. I remove my clothes as well until I have only my red boxers on. I find a comfortable position close to you and invite you to lay your head on my shoulder. You rest peacefully there, dozing off, awaiting for the night to pass. I wonder if your dreams will wander into the next session of deep love.; knowing that you will be able to have the love making that you have longed for . However, until then...
...you will only dream.
The Trilogy, Part II
Into The Night
An unknown time has past after our post coital haze cast its spell on us. I open my eyes. It's still dark with the exception of the street light passing through the window across the bed, softly lighting it on a pleasantly warm evening. I am facing the wall opposite of the windows. There's a tender breeze bathing the bed, slightly moving the sheer lace curtains as they move to and from the window casings. Thoughts roll through my head while I'm still foggy. I look at the clock and realize it is only half way through the night. I'm very glad that I only wore boxers to bed because the warm air passing over me would have been stifling in anything more. Everything is calming, soothing. There isn't a sound to be heard and that's possibly the best thing to hear on a night like this. It's very pleasurable to have comfort like this and I know we have to enjoy it while we're here because soon it will be oppressively hot and the humidity will build as the city comes alive and people begin their commutes to work.
I come to the realization that you're not touching me. There's a cool air passing across my back that leaves me feeling empty and naked. I am so use to always having you there with me so it feels strange and abnormal to me. Twisting my upper body a little, I turn my head. I can see your form. I want to touch you. I roll over and take in the beauty that is your body; half covered by the sheets from the waist down, leaving my imagination to wander about what I already know is down there.
There's a glow from your skin; the light outside lets out your soul in the perspectives of love and drunkenness. I can't help be want to touch you but know I shouldn't yet. I've worked on restricting myself from being aggressive, but in a soft and urgent way, all the while wanting to feel touching me; or rather my body touching you. I have to be gentle in fulfilling my desires, which are your desires, as you always react so slightly pleased in the feeling of our connection, unconsciously all the while.
I feel an erection start to grow. It's only mildly soft as I feel like taking over your body. Images of things that could come to us if I feel I can time such desires just right, the union I longer for between us could be intoxicating, thrilling, insurmountably loving. It's tender touch of lust at first. I imagine myself just taking your body and rolling it toward me and placing you on your back roughly, however I know this isn't what you'd want or what even I wouldn't want. Love at night, the middle of the night, should be an amazing act of love, even though I am seeing a side that requires me to be rougher with you. It's something I want to do for you but only by catching you off guard when you least expect it. It has to be spontaneous but passionate. You will get that. You had better be watching your back because I will pounce you when you least expect it.
I roll things through my mind and take into the entire act that I want to do, planning it out, much like I do when I am preparing for a big conversation, a presentation for someone, a truly heroic action. I have to leave these things in calculation to ensure you reach the maximum potential of pleasure for all parties; or prepare for the fallout of the sad or confrontational images and instances that will perpetuate from these things. Again I fight the urge to roll you over and just make rough love to your goddess-like body. You are on a high pedestal and need to be revered. Slamming into such an act would not be at all romantic or sensual. It would violate that pedestal you stand on. It would tear it down. I, of all people, should not be the one that does it. I should be the one to stop anyone from doing it.
I slide my body near you, a mere two feet apart. I feel almost as if I'm slithering toward you, planning the right time and the natural action I already have drilled into my plan. I slide against you, my cock is half way erect now. I am preparing myself for a smooth connection with your body as if your nakedness is calling me and attracting me to you, just as if we were magnets.
Finally! I make contact. My body runs into you, gently, and feels the coolness of it with soft hairs on your back. We fit my front to your back, spooning softly. My build up and yearning is finally satisfied as you arch your back so slightly to my touch.
There is no sign of extra heat that I usually feel when we spoon this way. My hand touches your hip and slides down your upper thigh at which point I repeat up and down movements. You push your ass back against me which makes me realize just how hard my cock really is. I have it pressed directly against the crack of your ass and stay very still as to not wake you up.
