***** The Flood *****
The note on Andrew's bed was short and to the point; "Glade, NOW!"
Andrew laughed at the urgent brevity contained on the index card, and admired the steady hand that had made it. He brought the card to his nose, and was not surprised to find Sara's sweet feminine scent on the paper. His penis jerked within his pants, and he licked his lips in anticipation.
Exploring Karen's body had been a wonderful introduction to his new mate, but it had left him with a swelling need that begged to be satiated. He had managed to tame the energies within his mind, and could feel the ebb and flow of his carefully orchestrated desires. The scent of Sara was nearly too much, and threatened to tip the scales against him.
Andrew grabbed a few of the LED lights, and left the house in a hurry. The sound of the door closing followed him as he sprinted across the clearing into the distant forest. Nighttime was growing cold, but Andrew paid no mind to the cool air as he hurried towards the glade. His familiarity with the trail allowed him to travel down the long path without heed, as he worked to maintain control over his desires.
Crossing into the glade Andrew was brought short by the sight that was presented before him.
"Now who's being unfair?" Andrew asked, in the face of overwhelming temptation.
Sara rested upon her side on the ornate ward in the center of the glade. The crimson lace of her lingerie accentuated her figure, and presented her assets, in a way that Andrew had never prepared himself for. Despite the distance, Andrew could see the hints of flesh that were left exposed by the strategically placed material, and fought against the desires the sight raised within him, as he felt a hot jet of pre-cum saturate the inside of his underwear before soaking through his pants.
"Says the man who just spent several hours in the tender care of another woman."
Her voice was playful and kind, holding none of the accusation or pain that Andrew feared he might come home to find. He activated and dropping the first LED light twenty feet from his seductress, as he crossed the glade. The twinkle in her eyes as she rubbed her hand along her svelte side, fueled his need to release himself from his burden. The second LED was dropped ten feet from his red haired minx, and by that point, she was nearly as frantic as he was.
Sara's eyes were glittering with desire while her hand massaged her open thighs, sending her scent wafting into the air. Andrew's light purple irises feasted on her pert breasts, her firm nipples proclaiming her arousal through the thin red material.
"You look amazing, kitten," Andrew said before lowering himself atop her, dropping the last LED beside her supine body.
Sara loved the sense of strength she felt from him as she wrapped her arms across his back, and pulled him down until they both rested upon the soft moss of the filigree ward. Andrew was riding the edge of his control, and Sara could feel his vast desire through their bond as their lips made a frenzied and playful game of their affection.
Pulling back, Sara peered into Andrew's violet gaze, and admired the deep pool of unsatisfied need that was almost visible behind his lilac irises.
"Didn't you cum with Karen?" her eyes were sad, as she saw his unfulfilled need reflected back at her.
"She is not ready for that yet, my love."
Sara caressed his cheek and stared into his eyes, their soul-searing gaze frozen within that moment of admiration.
"However will I solve this problem?" Sara asked through a devious smile, before licking her lips and raising an eyebrow.
Andrew, while leaning back on his knees, was straddled by his sexy young lover. His eyes scanned her soft body — admiring the crimson lace bra that hid nothing, but accentuated everything — while Sara worked with practiced speed to unbuckle his belt and unfasten his jeans. Whatever unease the couple had ever possessed was a distant memory in the face of their shared intimacy and familiarity.
He stood and removed his shirt, while Sara pulled down his pants and underwear; the familiar scent of salty caramel visited her as his five-inch-cock came into view, the glistening crown of his tool greeting her like an old friend. It was almost as eager as she was at their reunion. Andrew stepped away from his pants, and noticed that she had shaved what little hair she had possessed above her tempting slit.