~ Written By my dear friend, Exxotica ~
~ Written By my dear friend, Exxotica ~
It was a very warm sunny afternoon - the fifth day of her vacation and she sat
relaxing on the veranda. She sipped at her frozen strawberry margarita, trying to
cool her heated body as sweat dripped down the crevice between her large
breasts. She listened as the ocean waves hit the sandy shore, and she could
smell the salt heavy in the air. The sea gulls were searching for their evening
meal, flying against the blaze of the setting sun and white fluffy clouds
danced across the sky, thick cotton balls soaking up the of orange and red.
Why was she so restless? Why was her mind and body filled with him? She new it
could never be. She had just talked to him a few days before. He was busy
working on a new project and could not get away and yet, she sensed him.
She tried to concentrate on her book. Finding it difficult, her mind wandered to
their last conversation. God, how he consumed her and when they were together
nothing else mattered. There was a slow clicking sound in the fan that could
have been annoying, but to her it was a lull that drove her towards sleep. As
her body relaxed, her dreams automatically turned to him and she was catapulted
into a world that was filled with only them. The desires she felt sending her
body spiraling.
There was a pulsing beat that penetrated her clouded brain and her eyes suddenly
shot open. This could not be. Her mind was playing tricks on her, a complete
whirlwind of emotions. Was she awake? How long had she been sleeping? It was
dark now except for the rays of the moon that cast a warm glow to the room. Her
flesh was tingling with bolts of electricity. Her body was slowly coming alive.
She knew he was here!! She couldn't be wrong. The energy between them pulling --
tugging at her soul.
Racing to find her lover. Everything about him was calling to her. She smelled
him. She could taste him. Her heart pounded for him. It had always been like
that, even from the very beginning. The intensity of their unique relationship
growing as she got to know him.
Running down the stairs, her mind screamed "This is insane." Her body, however,
did not listen. She new deep down inside her very soul that he had come to claim
her.
The music was not loud, yet it called to her in the most unimaginable way. The
deep rhythmic sounds of their song, penetrated the night. As she
rounded the corner, she saw him, silhouetted against the black of night, the
stars shiny nuggets of gold twinkling in the distance. She stopped to stare at
him and was taken back at how handsome he really was. A cat-like grin crossed
his face sending her into a trance like no other. He controlled her, her mind,
her body, yet she was not frightened of this feeling. She was his pet, his muse,
his desire and tonight they would pleasure each other until their bodies
collapsed from shear exhaustion.
She approached him and their eyes locked. Hot fire shot through him.
The rays of the moon lighting her red hair, urging him to stroke the fiery
strands. She was just as he had imagined so many times. Her eyes shining
brightly as
she smiled at him. Her pink lips full with desire. He reached out to her, but before she
took his hand, she let the green silk robe fall to her feet. He wanted to devour
her. She had never looked more beautiful. Her breasts full and round. Her
pink-colored nipples
standing at attention.
She had a mouth made for kissing and he could take it no longer. They were as
close as a man and woman could be without embracing. She felt his breath feather
across her face. His tongue traced the delicate lines of her sweet lips. The
intoxicating smell of her sending him into the unknown depths of passion.
The moment his mouth descended upon hers, she molded to him. He heard her breath
suck in, then only the buzzing in his own head. She had a mouth like rose
petals, soft, fragrant, crushable. He wrapped an arm around her waist and locked
her to him. He could feel her breasts yield and her body tremble. His own was
rigid with the shock of the sensation that poured through him.
Behind her eyes a rush of color, so vivid, so brilliant, surely they would blind
her. She heard a moan, such a soft, sweet moan, and never recognized it as her
own. He tasted like honey warmed in the finest of brandy. She was drunk on him
already.
His heart began to thunder, drumming in pulses he hadn't known existed. If there
was more, he wanted to find it. If this was all, it was enough for a lifetime.
Slowly he slid his hands up her arms, over her shoulders and into her hair. She
was demanding in ways he only dreamed about.
He felt her teeth nip at his lip and fire centered in his loins. Suddenly
desperate, he ravaged her
mouth even as it opened and invited him in. In that instant he was more her
prisoner then she his.
If this was a kiss, then she had never experienced one before, for this was all
heat, all light, all movement. In one meeting of the lips their bodies and
breath became one and she mounted his hard cock. Her arms encircled him. The
juices from her body flowed freely and she took him
completely inside the warm depths of her belly as she crushed her body to his.
His hands were very sure as they cupped her breasts, dragging a moan out of her.
In submission, in acceptance, in demand her body arched and fell back, her
breasts exposed to his tongue.
She felt his mouth cover her nipple, biting and sucking - licking her to
hardness. The wonderful sensations started deep in the pit of her stomach and
spread through her like hot lava. She cried out in surprise and pleasure, her
hands reaching for his shoulders and griping for balance.
He moved against her. Grinding his body to hers, desperate for more. He had
dreamed of this so many times. He wanted her like no other. Their bodies came
together so furiously.
The roaring in his ears prevented him from hearing her call his name again
and again, but he heard and nothing would ever sound quite so sweet. She moved under him, bucking, twisting, trembling as
he found and exploited new secrets. The dark taste of passion filled his mouth,
driving him to find more, to give more.
He bent to take her lips again and swallowed her sigh. He could feel her pulse
around him as clearly as he could feel her hands stroke down his back. When he
thrust deep inside her, she arched and the sigh became a moan. Now it was he who
changed the rhythm and she who followed. It no longer mattered who was the rider
and who was ridden.
He felt her body convulse around him as the beginnings of their orgasm began.
Arching her back, they came together as pleasure raced through their bodies like
delirium. The fever of it boiled under the skin until the final eruption of hot
cum. They held each other close, hearts pounding together. No words were spoken
and yet the silence of the moment spoke volumes.
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