The darkness makes it hard to mark the passing of time. It feels like forever and only a few minutes at the same time. Thoughts of you pass through my mind. Your dress, flowing and colorful in shades of brown, rust, and earth; your low cut peasant top with bead work along the plunging neck line exposing the tops of your milky white breast as they are pushed up and together by your demi-bra; your flaming red hair, curly and bouncing, framing your face. Ah, your face. Beautiful, angelic, but with a devilish grin as applied just the right shade and amount of make-up to accentuate your natural beauty; and your eyes, piercing and blue, hypnotic to stare in to.
How long has it been since you left?
I hear giggling in the hallway. I hear the key card slide in and the door begins to open, spilling a wedge of light across the bed. I can see two figures entwined, silhouetted by the bright light pouring in around them, but no light is able to seep through between the figures.
The embrace continues as the room is again plunged into darkness by the closing of the door. I can hear low purrs of pleasure, smacking of lips, and the rustle of clothing falling to the floor.
The darkness is pierced by the bright flash of an orange flame coming from a lighter, which slowly dims to the soft glow of a small candle.
As my eyes adjust I can make out the soft, curvy figure of a woman, arms stretched out and moving up in a wide arc until they are above her head. Her eyes rolling back, and closing as a tiny gasps escape escapes her full lips, as the other figure, that of a man, strong backed is kissing his way down her chest. He briefly pauses at each breast, taking the firm, pink protruding nipples delicately between his lips before devilishly biting down on each in turn. Each hard nibble brings squirms from the woman, as well as, delicate, parted lipgrins of pleasureful pain from the object of his desire.
Downward he continues. Licking here, kissing there, until he reaches the soft patch of curly read hair between her thighs. The woman slides her legs up so slowly, giving her lover total access.
He is mesmerized. Staring down as the soft outer lips part to reveal just how badly she aches for him. He can smell her scent wafting up intoxicating him. He slowly lowers his head. Gently kissing along the outer areas, only increasing her anticipation, so slowly it's almost torture. Then his tongue touches her pearl. The affect is obvious as she writhes in pleasure from the simple touch. He is kissing, sucking, and licking her, gradually building up in intensity and speed to match her thrusting hips.
She can literally feel currents of electricity coursing through her body, all emanating from that one tiny area that he is paying so much attention to. Her juices are flowing even more freely than before as they mingle with her man's saliva. She can feel the wave building. Her hands come down to the back of his head. Her breathing is becoming ragged.
"Oh yes, don't stop! Please, oh yes!" explodes across the room as she then bites her lip. Her thighs have closed in around her source of pleasure also.
The sounds of ecstasy that only a woman can make are now filling the room as she twists and turns under the unrelenting, but satisfying assault of her lover.
Ever so slowly, the rush begins to ebb away. The man moves up from between her legs and they embrace in a deep kiss, tasting her self on his tongue.
As he slides up to kiss the woman, he keeps his body between her legs, his manhood replacing his tongue. There is little doubt about what he wants, as his hand guides his rigged tool into her.
They maintain the embrace. Then finally his moving becomes more pronounced. He's sliding in and out easily, a little bit further each time. Finally he is braced on his extended arms, his gaze held by those piercing, blue eyes as his full length moves back and forth.
