Awakened in my bed by a soft kiss and a gentle "shhhhhhhhh", I look up in an attempt to see the woman straddling my naked body.
The lack of streetlights near this island beach bungalow makes nights quite dark, but not as dark as when unwittingly blindfolded in my sleep.
Pleasure fills my body as she pins my wrists to the mattress and places a long, soft-lipped, deeply seductive kiss on my lips, then slowly eases down onto me, stretching her glove tight walls as she envelops every inch of my turgid shaft.
The aroma of Coco Chanel fills my senses - a scent that brings back wonderful memories of an eternally unforgettable love. The possibility of this being her turns me rock hard inside her as she begins to glide up and down my full length.
God I miss that amazing woman - the one who infused my life and this beachfront bungalow with her love, charm and talent for several years - a rare soulmate who was smart, funny, loved walking the beach naked with me, shared similar tastes in music, and was so wonderfully sexual. I can't remember more than a handful of days where sex wasn't part of our soulful connection, whether inside this bungalow, on the deck, or during an erotic moment somewhere on our beach walks.
Breathing steadily, softly moaning with each deep penetration, this mystery woman skillfully rides me with no apparent sense of urgency.
My ache to touch her grows in intensity with each passing minute, and although I could break my wrists free from her grasp and do so, I'm intrigued and deeply aroused by the thought of leaving Miss Anonymous in the driver's seat. I opt to do just that - relaxing to enjoy this gift.
Other than her scent, she's not giving me any clues as to her identity, leaving me to vacillate between thoughts of a brief rekindling of the past, and fantasizing about someone new.
Who is she?
To what do I owe this sensual pleasure?
I turn those thoughts off and simply enjoy her.
In the dark and dead quiet of my bedroom, her breathing joins with mine as the only sounds in the room. Every inch of penetration into her tight, slick, walls takes me deeper into a tantric journey, one with a twist I've never experienced.
Within minutes, her slow pace has a deep, intense, sexual energy flowing throughout every ounce of my being, connecting me ever more deeply to this sensual soul.
Ten minutes in, my mouth drops open slightly as my body climbs higher. She moans and whispers "stay with me".
Gliding up my shaft until only my head remains inside her, she brings each nipple to my lips long enough for a kiss and a tongue swirl over her erect nubs.She lets out a long exhale, then plunges back down to my tight balls, massaging my shaft with her walls before continuing her slow fuck.
I swear I can feel her staring at my face as she softly vocalizes her response to every expression."You feel so fucking good inside me" she whispers in my ear.
We're fully locked in this soulful connection - breathing as one as I lay surrendered beneath her, hungering for release yet wanting this to extend throughout the night.
She again stops, her nose touching mine, her lips hovering a half-inch above mine, moaning softly upon feeling me thrust up into her
"Have you forgotten who is in control?" She whispers.
I raise my lips to kiss her, but she keeps hers just out of reach. "Breathe" she responds in a sensual breathy tone, followed by a long, gentle arousing moan.
Time slows as she sensually rides me closer to the point of no return, backing off when I vocalize my pleasure and squirm underneath her, gently bucking up into her drenched sex as we move in unison.
