***My First Attempt at Writing***
It was simple really, they both painfully longed for each other. Distance and time, two forces sure to pressure anyone's appetite to the brink, yet, when confronted with each other once again, they only sought warm embrace, moments of peace and a shared touch. Of course, those moments often tend to produce the most passionate lovemaking, a fact not lost to either of them.
And so there they lay, all alone, nestled on a blanket in front of the fire. Snow had painted the windows with a certain artwork that is individual to each storm. The wind could be heard whipping by as drifts were created anew. As they lay there naked, wrapped only in each others embrace, a smile, faint yet with purpose, graced her lips.
This was what she had waited for, this moment alone, alone with the man she loved, once again snuggled close and feeling the strong arms of comfort and reassurance. She had taken notice of his toned and glistening body to be sure, but it was more than firelight dancing upon muscles that inflamed her...it was his touch. Subtle yet with purpose, strong yet loving...giving way to the same need they both desperately shared, giving way to her total submission.
As they lay in embrace, gently stroking each others bodies, sharing delicate kisses, it felt as if time reeled back it's dark embrace and distance faded to nothingness. Yes, he was home once more, once more in her arms, once more her man.
His hands lightly touched her, fingertips cascading over her shoulders and down her back. It sent a tingle, much deeper than any mere tickle, a tingle of caress and love shot through her body. His kisses landed on her neck, slowly moving toward her bare collar bone and back once more to her ear. His breathing, weighted just enough to extract her passion, landed on her ear again sending a shock wave of emotion and carnal desire through her body. His fingertips found themselves around her ribs, then her breast, a light touch that enveloped her with just enough force to let out a breath of ecstasy. She moved closer to him, pushing hard against him, slipping her legs to entangle with his. She could feel his immediate rising against her soft ass, wedging perfectly in her warm embrace.
As his kisses landed heavier and his hand swept over her stomach, an uncontrollable feeling washed over her and she felt herself grow moist with ecstasy. She turned her head back to meet his kiss, lightly at first then pressing hard into his mouth. Their tongues met and slowly wrestled with each other, savoring each moment as if it was a lifetime. As his hand ran down her toned thigh, he lightly brushed back and forth, triggering tiny muscle spasms that contracted her legs only to release more heat between her thighs. She broke the kiss to let out a sigh of ecstasy, eyes closing in pure content, head moving further back into his shoulder, burying herself in his embrace. She longed for more kisses, more touches, more earthquakes to release inside of her. This was the moment, enacted in physical passion, that coursed through her mind these long months. This was the touch and caress she longed for, this was the man she needed.
It had been too long, and he was enthralled with emotion to see her again. He only wished for a single night alone, a night of purpose, a purpose of love. Sure, he had spent countless moments thinking of her sexuality, longing to be inside her once again while eying her beautiful form, yet this moment was to be something else. This was no mere act of carnal enjoyment, this was a submission to the emotions often hidden or scoffed at by men. All men deny the same, yet long for it. This was his constant dream over those long months, this was his moment to enjoy.
As he gently caressed her body in the firelight, he could only see her eyes, those loving universes in which his solidity stemmed from. He was nothing without her, an image seen clearly in those sparkling mirrors yet swallowed by the love stemming forth from behind her pupils. This was what he needed, longed for, and would do anything to serve.
Her luscious body had not gone unnoticed however, and his member swelled with the natural emotion of seeing his love once more, glistening, moving ever so lightly, begging him to ravage her. He sought to live within the emotion flowing through his fingers and lips, felt greatly as his legs ran through hers. As she pressed her ass harder against his swelling cock, he could only respond with a hard flex, pressing it hard into her pelvis. He ached to be inside her but knew that moment was yet to come...he had dreams of other pleasures first, pleasures that wet his mouth at the mere thought.
She had felt his cock flex and strain against her ass, a joy to be certain. Coupled with his touch she again pressed to him, coaxing another flex and slight thrust from his hip. Oh yes, she was going to take him fully, but not just yet. This was the part she loved the most, the ability to arouse and control him. Another shock wave flooded through her veins and she sank deeper into his embrace, slowly reaching out and running her fingers through his, guiding his hand back to her breast. She squeezed, lightly at first, then with purpose, guiding his hand to do the same. Her lips found his again and they pressed hard into one another, kissing with a fury and love that had waited so long. His toned arms wrapped her in close, securing her body and soul within his embrace. This was only the beginning. :) Â She moaned this time, a soft purr at first that developed fully into a moan. He squeezed her breast from the very bottom, pushing her chest upward and enveloping her face between her strained chest and his kiss. The signal had worked, he was taking her finally. His kisses became more forceful, more with purpose. She rolled herself back to him, submitting as he moved atop of her.
It felt so good to grab her breast as hard as he was. He could never be sure if it hurt her painfully but she seemed to enjoy it. All he knew was that her perfect C cups felt so good in his grasp, so under control yet like delicate flowers needing attention. He moved to her nipples, alternating as she rolled under him. God he loved this, caressing her chest with his tongue. He met her lips again, slowly at first then with force renewed...he was completely lost in her beauty.
As he moved his kisses from her lips, back to her breasts, and then down her stomach line she gasped. Her stomach had not been touched like this in some time, a caress of hot breath and wet lips, lingering over her abdomen. She knew his desire, this was his favorite part of foreplay. Lingering at her small valleys sent another shock wave through her, the anticipation of his tongue's final resting place was almost too much to bear. She uncontrollably lifted her hips, ever so slightly yet enough to realize she had no control of her own movements now, they were at the whim of his tongue bath. He slowly moved around her navel, teasing her with his hands as they found the inside of her thighs, slowly rubbing them and moving them apart as his body sank further down hers. She could almost feel his breath upon her mound now, the anticipation growing to the aching point.
How long he had waited for this, to caress her abdomen with his tongue, to tease her with hot breath yet hold back as long as he could. His cock ached at the mere thought of his mouth engulfed with her sweet pussy, the juices trickling into his mouth as she whetted to his touch. This was his little fetish, his love to eat her peach as if it was his last meal on earth. Her taste was sweet and vibrant, her lips full. As her hips lifted toward him he knew she was ready, ready to be loved by his mouth, ready for his tongue to pierce her wet hole, to circle her swollen clit, to love her womanhood for all it was. One last effort to prolong the moment, one last measure of control...he moved to her inner thighs, kissing them softly, licking her hamstrings as they flexed to meet his touch. She could control it no longer now, his every touch elicited a natural response from her muscles, there was nothing she could do to stop it. Her body was his, ready for his taking.