As the Pleasure Sweeps Through

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    "Well it is about time you showed up my dear," he said, sauntering over towards her. Looking deep into her eyes, he smiled a wicked smile. "What have you to say?" he inquired, staring at her beautiful face.

    "Hold me," she whispered. "Just hold me."

    At first his arms were gentle, but gradually they wound tightly around her until their bodies seemed to flow together as one. She reached up and pressed a warm kiss against his neck. She felt his breath sharply drawn in, and smiled lightly, her lips brushing his skin. He buried his frenzied lips in her hair with a hungry kiss that set her on fire.

    Without a word, she began to explore his neck and throat with her mouth.

    "Kiss me. Love me Jareth," she begged.

    Jareth slowly unbuttoned her dress, slipping it slowly from her shoulders and kissing her hungrily. Wrapping his fingers in her hair, he pulled her mouth to his and kissed her deeply and passionately to let her know that he intended to take her then and there. His hands roamed from her breasts to her waist to her thighs, exploring, caressing, already knowing what would please her. Soon she forgot everything except the pleasure of his delicately flicking tongue on her neck and his fingers moving intensely between her legs. She could not believe the desire she felt at that moment. Her body was on fire at his slightest touch.

    Jareth worked his way back up and kissed her hungry lips with a fire that could only be extinguished by loving her. "Elena," he breathed huskily against her lips, as he felt her hands trailing over his chest, stroking ever lower down the length of his flat belly. And as her fingers closed around him, he groaned as she pulled and stroked his length, intent on giving him pleasure. She knew he would lose control soon enough, but could see the pleasure written across his face.

    Then he was on top of her, straddling her, his manhood hot and hard and pulsating against her thigh. Smiling down at her, he decided to prolong it just a little longer. He could see the arousal in her eyes and that pleased him.

    Arching her body against his, she cried out when he lowered head to her breasts before sliding down the length of her until his open mouth was pressing against her most heated flesh. Then he began making love to her slowly while she moaned and twisted beneath him. Only when her knees clamped around his head did he quit kisseng her and pull her underneath him.

    "You are so beautiful," he said, looking into her eyes.

    She locked her arms around his neck and when he drove into her, her cry was filled with rapture. He whispered softly to her while he slowly sank deeper. Then he began rocking harder and faster in a dreamlike, frictionless rythym that was as old as time. He brought the woman out of her and releished every sensation and finally she rested at his side. His arms wrapped around her, shielding her from the harsh realities of the outside world, he fell into a peaceful slumber.