"I love you." I told him plainly, never expecting it returned. "I understand that I can never have you fully and I am prepared to accept that future." A part of me was torn as I spoke, wanting to know the pleasure of making love to a man, but the cost, I knew, was too high and not worth losing what I had. He leaned in and kissed me, lingering, and scooped me into his arms to set me down and climb on top of me. I let the winged man lift my dress and undershift from me and set it apart until our naked bodies were pressed together with nothing to separate us. "I love you." I repeated as I stared up into his face, wishing it were lighter so I could stare into his purple eyes. I felt his hardness and it was almost too much for me as it pressed into my belly, the desire to have him in me was almost overwhelming. But I did not attempt to move him to me nor pressure him with words. I just let him kiss me and feel how wet I had become between my legs from that desire.
I began to moan slightly when he began to rock his manhood against my own pleasure place, enjoying the friction it was creating. He continued to do this as he reached down and lifted my hands, clasping the fingers within his own and lifted them above my head, resting comfortably there. His rocking became more and more furious and at one point he scrunched up his eyes and I knew he was close to release. I let go of his fingers and scooted underneath his body downward, ignoring the pain when I scraped the back of my head on a small rock. I took his hard rod into my mouth and began to suck, wanting to taste him as he exploded. It did not take long as he had been so very close beforehand and I swallowed his seed as he groaned and clenched his buttocks in release. It was wonderful and his spew tasted so good that I knew I would not need sustenance for a while so filling it was in my belly.
He scooted downward and rested his body on mine, careful not to squish me. I smiled as he rested and recovered from his pleasure, all the while he stroked my hair. I leaned over and kissed his cheek and closed my eyes, intent on sleeping, fulfilled because he had been. It was nice to give and not expect anything for once and I sighed in satisfaction as if I had been the one to reach the pinnacle of pleasure instead of him. I let my eyes slide open slowly when I felt his hand start to caress the closest breast and groaned. No! He could not tease me! I could not take it. Not tonight! I turned to where I was watching him as he touched me and whispered, "I shall rest now, my love." But he did not stop. His hand began to make swirls around the areola, which made me grimace in desire and wantonness. When he put his mouth on the nipple and began to gently suck, I arched my back and attempted to push his head away. But he would not. It was agony! Torture!
"Please, no, love, I cannot handle it." I sighed as he suckled me, moving to the other when he felt as if the first had had enough. I moaned with pleasure, gasping when his hand reached between my legs and began to rub gently there. When he felt he had done plenty to the breast tips, he brought his mouth back to mine, moving my hands back to where they were before above my head, clasping them tightly. I liked the position and the way he was kissing me as if it were urgent. But then the urgency frightened me. Was he leaving me? After I had come all this way, returning to his arms, desiring to never leave again? He stopped kissing me and stared down into my face, tracing the edges in the moonlight and I desperately wished I could hear him talk to me to tell me what he was thinking.
I blinked in surprise when he climbed onto his knees and used one to spread one of my legs and then the other. When he entered me, I could not believe it! I gasped at the suddenness, the surprise of it. He met my barrier and grunted, nodding once and thrusting hard and quickly, wincing when I screamed in pain and agony. But once it was broken, he continued his journey, pressing further until he was all the way inside of me. Slowly he began to pull out and I feared he was exiting, but before I could protest, he slid in again, doing it in a rhythm until I thought I was about to perish from the pleasure of it. He began to kiss me as I had lifted my head slightly and once our lips joined, with our bodies joined now, he began to rock me gently, thrusting so carefully inward and out, each time he did I moaned with such pleasure against his mouth. Moving in a steady rhythm, he rolled over until he was on his back in the grass and I was on top. I straddled him and let him use his strength to lift me up and down, bring us both such pleasure of the union between us. I was moaning and writhing in such delight, never knowing just how good it could feel to have him so fully inside of me, loving me so much. I never wanted it to stop! Wave after wave of pleasure was mine as he pressed me on my back, hooking my legs over his shoulders as he pumped into me harder and harder until I was practically passing out from the sensation and bursting pleasure inside of me. It was amazing how long he pressed in and out inside of me until finally, he gave out and began to groan, turning it into a loud moan as his own release finally came forward. He nearly collapsed upon me, once he had finished filling me with his seed and sighed softly, kissing my lips gently.
I was ready for him to hold me, and bask in the afterglow of our love, but began instead to protest when he exited quickly, dumping our combined liquids of love out of me in one fluid motion. Without a word, he leaped up to his feet and flew into the sky, leaving me to enjoy the radiance of our love by myself. Disappointment filled me as I wondered if he had regretted our lovemaking. Did his disappearing mean that he would never return? Had he ruined my only chance of having him in my life forever? I had been ready to give up any lovemaking if it meant spending my lifetime with him. Did he just rob me of that chance? I curdled into a ball and began to weep.
To be Continued...
