As I lay upon our makeshift bed of bathrobes, I barely hear your words over the roar of the havoc-wreaking sensations, running through me as you continue. Your touch, which is most gentle, has aroused every nerve ending as you continue with the slow circles and strokes as move your hands down each leg, and then up... drawing ever nearer to the apex that lay, slightly open, from the last gentle touch of your fingers to the outer labia.
Still, you restrain from entering within me, your touch ever more light and teasing now. "Love?" you call out to me, and this time I hear you. I raise my heavy head in response to your softly spoken word, and again, you ask me to turn over, thus presenting you with my back.
Languidly, I do as you bid. I feel you gently shift your body from beside me, to straddling my legs... holding them semi-prisoner beneath your six-foot frame. I then feel the warm oil as you drizzle it over my shoulder blades and then just a little ways down the center of my back.
I feel your fingers, softly stroke the back of my neck as they move my hair aside... and a delightful shiver runs through me as I then feel your lips as they kiss and nibble along the now exposed column of my neck... and feel the warmth of your breath on my skin. I feel the sudden rise of gooseflesh as I feel the tip of your tongue leave a trail from the base of the exposed skin and up the side... following the jugular... in a quick flicking movement.
I hear your soft guttural chuckle when you see the gooseflesh, and you lean closer and whisper, "Getting to you, Love? Do you wish me to stop?" And then, before my lips and voice can give you an answer, you place a quick, sharp nip to my earlobe, as you know how sensitive my ears are... and how, at times, just the barest of touches can arouse me.
I feel a sudden chill as I feel your body leave mine... and turn my head to see where you've gone. I roll over to face the fire and see you silhouetted against the blaze, as you add fresh logs. I drink in the vision before me, marveling as the fire catches the new wood and the ensuing blaze casts shadows over the contours of your body.
You stand, totally at ease, with one foot on the raised hearth, leaning slightly inward; a hand hangs gracefully from a lower arm as you feel the fresh heat flow over you. You must have sensed my gaze, for you turn your head toward where I lay, and smile when you catch me watching you, but you don't move... yet.
Try as I would, to lower my stare, I find I can't. For you are truly like a Norse god, out of a legend, as I continue to feast my eyes on your nakedness. I continue to roam down your body, watching the ebb and flare as the flicking from the flames dance across your bronze chest... and casting your face, first into dark and then light.
At your waist, I stop. You turn to move toward where I lay, and I drink in your hardness as you do. The raging beauty of your erection has left me speechless and all I can do is raise my arms up to you, in silent invitation.
You bend and just as quickly, pull me into your embrace as your mouth dives for mine, pushing me back against our robes as you kiss me, deeply and thoroughly... letting our tongues dance upon each other. Your mouth slants first one way and then the other as our kiss deepens and becomes more demanding.
I feel your arm move from around me as you stroke down my left side, and finding the inside of my left thigh, you gently nudge me to lay flat beneath you while your hand glides ever closer to my center. Slowly you drag your lips from mine as you begin to kiss down my torso. Your right hand moves to between my thighs... lightly caressing my now soaked outer labia.
There is no need for words... this is a time to relish just the feel of each other; one giving to the other. I arch beneath you as you capture a taut nipple lightly between your teeth and bite gently. You know what this does... and you feel the reaction as your right hand spreads open the outer lips to expose the inner ones.
"Oohh, Laars," is the barest of whispers, as my breath escapes from between my slightly parted lips, and my head begins to move, slowly, from side to side... as you continue with your onslaught. I feel your mouth as you kiss your way down me, then I also feel your tongue as you leave a wet trail in the middle of your kisses. I feel your hot breath, and know your breathing is ragged, as I feel you breathe against my clit... that you have exposed to your gaze.
You now lay above me, your head between my spread-wide legs. I feel your fingers as they spread the labia open, and I feel the combined heat, from the fire and from your breathing, against the small pink hole that is the opening to my center. You watch yourself as you move a finger inward, to play against that opening. I feel you as you sinuously insert a finger and open that hole, feeling the juices, that were held within, spill forth in a small river.
