It was my fifth night in Edmonton, a wonderful visit of exploration and adventure. Only a few days remained until my return. That departure loomed like an Abyss, for I would be once more separated from you.
I watched you standing upon the balcony, leaning on the railing. I cleared the dishes from our dinner and watched the wind blow your hair. You were silhouetted to me by the setting sun, a figure of beauty an inspiration. I left the few remaining dishes and came to you.
You looked up at me when I slid my arm around your waist. Your eyes were sad and I wondered what had touched you. Moisture gathered at the corners and you laid your head upon my chest. I stroked your hair, scented with vanilla, and kissed you upon the forehead.
With you in my embrace we watched the sun fade away as night claimed the sky. The city seemed to wake with a million lights, each representing a flickering soul. Yet, in my arms was the one that illuminated my life and outshone the pearlescent moon and stars and rivaled the sun itself.
You looked up at me, your eyes the color of the sea. I smiled for I found myself drowning in them every time I gazed into your soul. I knew I must tread carefully, for I knew I could truly loose myself in you.
Your red lips spread into a sad smile and I could not resist them. I placed my lips upon yours, as I had done so many times these last days. Even now, I thrilled to the softness of your lips upon mine, the taste of you and your heat. You returned my kiss with a new longing. Your mouth opened to me and I inhaled your breath into my being as our tongues made love.
When our lips separated I felt a piece of me depart with you. I held you to me and stroked your face.
"What is it, My Beauty? Why so sad tonight?"
You turned and gazed upon the horizon across a sea of sparkling lights. "You leave soon. I've enjoyed having you here."
I placed a finger upon your chin and turned your gaze back to me. "I'm not leaving yet. You still have me for a time, and you have me tonight."
A fire sparked in you eyes. "Does that mean I can have you tonight?" Your lips were almost upon mine.
I briefly tasted your lips once more. "That was my hope," I whispered in your ear.
You giggled and I thrilled to the sound of your laughter. "Was it now? You presume much."
I smiled broadly and a lightness filled my chest. "I presume nothing, but I do hope for much. I want you. I want to taste you, to feel you." Our lips met again. Your arms wrapped around my neck, and this time I felt it was you devouring me. "I want to make love to you," I whispered in your ear before my lips fastened upon the tender lobe.
You gasped and I held you. My hands explored up your back, stroking your flesh, memorizing the feel of your body. I guided you from the balcony. "Come, let me show you."
The suite had several small rooms adjoining a central entertainment center. A small kitchen and dining room, dishes still upon the table, were to the right. A twisting stair rose above the dining room to the master bedroom open to the suite below. Adjoining the bedroom was a private bath, its door closed.
I opened the door and you glanced at me uncertainly. I followed inside. The large room glittered with candlelight, scores of green votives illuminated the room. Firelight flickered off the shiny tile and the massive mirror. Once inside, you saw the hot tub, waters roiling, surrounded by small candles and incense.
You turned to me, wonder in your eyes. Your excitement and pleasure filled me with happiness.
"How did you manage this, all these candles still lit," you asked breathless.
I approached you and kissed your neck, my lips feasting upon your offered flesh. "I have my ways," I said.
You sighed and released yourself to me. I felt the tension leave your body as you closed your eyes and gave yourself over to me.
I reached to you and unbuttoned your blouse. One button at a time. Slowly I opened your shirt to reveal your pale skin to my eager eyes. I grasped the fabric and slid my hands slowly across your breasts, over your shoulders, and down your arms until the shirt fell in a puddle behind you.
A cream colored lace bra embraced your breasts, lifting them to my hungering gaze. I reached around you and found the clasps. I nibbled upon your neck as I unbound you. Then I took the straps in hand and slowly my hands drifted down your arms, and soon unveiled your breasts to me.
Your copious breasts were lovely. Large rosy brown halos surrounded erect nipples. My hands touched you and gasped softly, and bit your lower lip. You filled my uplifting hands, and my fingers played across your nipples. Your eyes lit up when I tweaked your nipples, and I made a mental note.
I allowed my kisses to fall upon your breasts. I fondled you, exploring the ample feel of you in my hands. Soon my mouth was fastened over a nipple and pressed your breast firmly to me. I suckled upon your nipple, drawing and pulling upon it, my tongue stroking it. You moaned and stroked my hair. I moved to the other and my teeth grazed the sensitive flesh. You hissed and pressed me against your breast. I opened my mouth and tried to devour you, my tongue stroking and teasing your hardened nipple.
I kissed your hard bud and then the other, holding your breasts together so I might more easily move from one to the other. I luxuriated in the feel of your breasts in my hands and lifted and stroked them.
