The weekend was ours to spend in the moment of lush reds, oranges, yellows and browns. The city seemed to crowded, the sea told us to look to the West and the cries of autumn beckoned us to the hills. We decided to spend the weekend at my home lost amongst the hills, the fall season in full swing, blessed with perfect Indian Summer days.
Sunday, a lazy day. My bed warm and soft like the sacred cavern between my thighs that you explored for hours the night before. Nestled in and so warm the craving scent of our love making still hung in the air mingling with the crisp bite of fall night air. The damp sex aroma laced with shivery cool air called me from my dreams pulling me into the morning light waking my craving for more of you.
My eyes open slowly, I feel your breath running down my back, your arm wrapped around me nestled in the curve of my waist as your hand cradles a breast gently in your hand. My desire flows down my legs and I laid there devouring the delicious yearning that you always give me. A hunger for you, deep in the pit of my very being that could only be satisfied when we totally opened ourselves to each other and begin to feast. You are a banquet to me always a new exotic dish served up for me to explore through my senses becoming lost in a reality that only you create for me.
Painful, aching throbs throughout my body, a heart beat on the verge of an attack, calling to you to wake. You feel my need for you even in your sleep. Naturally you pull yourself closer to me, our bodies one even in rest. Legs entwined, your sex pushing into the warm, wet femininity. An arm wrapped around me the other reaches up as your fingers become lost within my auburn curls. Your face cradled within the nap of my neck, you can not be any closer and I slowly melt into you no longer alone but fused within all that you are. Slowly, my body begins to shake, a thin line of rich moisture forms under my breast as my breathing starts to shorten. Closing my eyes, I live within you. My nipples hard and painful reaching forward for your touch as my arm reaches back to envelop you closer into me. You sleep and I feel your smile as the warmth starts to race through me. A fire deep within my sacred heart, burning long, hard and strong. Yearning for you, relaxing I just let go.
The fire spreads between my legs so hot, so wild as it pushes up through my body. I can not hold on anymore. Shuddering,I cum, lost in you, a gasp from my soul flying from my mouth. You wake and know what you have done to me, even in your sleep.
Smiling and sleep ridden, whispering in my ear "Du Lac, I so like to wake to your soul ripening." I roll over and kiss you deeply, your mouth so wet, filled with last nights sacred juices, I gush as I taste myself alive within your mouth.
Struggling to pull back, my eyes alive and full of passion I whisper "Thank you Muse" as we start to laugh as if we are children set free in a candy store.
It is a beautiful day edged in golden light. The suns last summer warmth spills onto the still green grass that calls for one last barefoot walk! Wrapped in a long gauze dress I leave you to sleep as I toss my toes through the morning dew. Cold and damp on my feet the dew clings to me.
Walking with the dew, I slowly come back to this world. Birdsong fills the air and a soft breeze blows across my face, lips parted, eyes partially closed I smile thinking of our morning.