Reunited through time, hands absently caress your chest through the soft and silken fabric of your blouse. I lie on the couch with you at my side, loving the sensation of your body pressed against the length of mine. Thrilling to the steady beat of your heart under my palm, we talk about our respective days, yet each of us is intently aware of the other's touch. There is an almost palpable need.
Thinking back, my mind replays each moment of intimacy, visualising a flash of your naked body atop my own, generating a wound of desirous need that stabs through contentment. The urge to touch and to be caressed in return builds and undermines the reluctance to move from this sanguine comfort. Satisfaction wars with desire and I growl almost inaudibly, yet somehow I am conscious that that you've heard it and borne witness to my needs.
You sigh with relaxed ease and roll towards me, pressing ever closer against me. My arms wrapping around you even as your legs entwine with mine. I shiver at the increased contact, even through multiple layers of clothing that seperate us. Absence over time makes need and desire pulse stronger. You rest your head against my chest below my chin, nuzzling in against me. Your fingers lightly stroke between
my shoulders. I respond by running the tips of my fingers lightly up and down your forearm, thrilling to the feel of your soft skin as it passes beneath their tips.
We lie together this way for what seems an eternity, revelling in the
closeness, sharing our pleasure in being in one another's arms
after so long being apart. Our hands touch each other, not seeking to arouse intentionally, but managing to slowly release lust from the shadows.
I find you aroused beneath your blouse and playfully circle your excitement with my fingers, a wicked snicker lying in wait in the back of my throat. I strive to suppress it. Moving slightly so that we are pressed even tighter together still, I am more and more aware of your body, your scent, your warmth all around me.... as your hair starts to stick to the glow of your dampened forehead. My hand moves to brush a few strands of wet hair.
"You are so warm..." I murmur softly and watch you sit up, and slide away from me. The absence of your body makes me ache. You take a sip of white wine and I roll over onto my stomach, feeling the warmth that your body left upon the cushions. Closing my eyes, I feel one of your hands resting lightly on the curve of one hip, the fingers lightly stroking. Feelings of contentment surge through me, mingling with the steadily strengthening ones of desire.
I roll onto my side and start to gently massage your lower back, tracing my fingers up and down your spine with practiced ease and just enough firmness to soothe you.
My hand moves to the back of your shoulders - the fingers pressing down and kneading the tense skin beneath that shirt. You squirm a bit as I pull the bottom of that shirt up around your shoulders and neck, exposing your back to the coolness of the air and the warmth of gently stroking hands as they resume their massage. I feel you start to melt beneath these caresses, all stresses of the past weeks beginning to fade away as you unknot the muscles in your shoulders and upper back.
The shirt soon falls to the floor and the blessed coolness of the air strokes across your now completely bare shoulders, neck and back, as a hand returns to continue a talented massage of my skin and tensed muscles. You sigh and your eyes slide closed, as fingers work at the sore muscles just beneath the soft skin. After a few minutes of working on my upper back, shoulders and neck, I pause long enough to allow you to ask if I'd move down to your lower back.
Without a word, those hands stroke downwards, seeming to know just where to press gently to relieve whatever soreness or tenseness that may be lurking there. Feel the fingers slip back and forth across your spine, kneading the skin, brushing almost innocently against the waistband of your skirt, sending little shivers dancing through you as you, in turn, dance through time.
After all the movement of the day, you are intimately aware in the stillness - conscious of the cessation of movement. The absence of touch causes you to open your eyes in dismay. You lie still for a moment, trying to decide whether or not to say anything or ask for anything further. Sighing to yourself, you move slightly, almost as if you were going to roll onto your side to face your lover.
"Do I get the same treatment on the other side?" You ask almost innocently, knowing right away that your lover already knows what you want.
In the silence, after a few moments pause, you roll luxuriantly over onto your back, lifting one arm over your head, resting it on one of the sofa pillows, all the while keeping my eyes closed. I can feel your gaze upon the flesh of my upper body as if they were your hands actually touching me. I shiver with renewed need, feeling a tingle of wet heat between my thighs and a tightening of the skin, even though you've not yet touched me. As I lie there, silently begging you to do so, I can feel my heart racing beneath my ribs. I can swear you can see it pounding. With each passing second that you sit there, I begin to dismay of feeling your sensual touch. Then, as I draw a deep breath to ask for what I so strongly desire, I feel the feather light stroke of your fingers across my stomach, brushing gently across the bare flesh.
The muscles just beneath the skin of my tummy quiver in response to your passing caress. Your hand moves once again across my skin, this time slightly higher. The tips of your fingers explore the expanse of flat stomach, pausing to deviously dip into the crease of my navel, thrilling to the gasp of mingled laughter and arousal that escapes my slightly parted lips as you do so. I can sense your pleased smile at my reaction, and imagine the wicked gleam in your haunting eyes. Still I refuse to open mine to gaze into them, knowing that if I did so, all control would be a fond memory from that point onward.
Your hand slips upwards, the palm just barely brushing the underside of one of my breasts in passing. I sigh with such rapture, knowing that the electricity pulsing within me is sparked by your more intimate caresses. What began as a simple granting of my request for a massage has progressed to something much more primal. I grow taut and expectant, craving the feel of your fingertips and moments after that thought forms, I thrill to the reality. Flicking at the swollen tip with your fingers as they pass over one breast as your hand continues its roaming exploration of my upper body, I quiver with pleasure.
The combination of your hands now massaging and squeezing the fullness of one breast, then lightly pinching or flicking the incredibly sensitised nipple of the other, makes me arch up slightly with each successive caress. I want you to touch me elsewhere and everywhere, to feel the wet heat of your mouth engulfing the nipple that your fingers have just stroked. I shudder from the combined effects of my own imagination and what your continued touches are arousing in me. For a few more minutes you caress and knead the flesh of my breasts in random patterns. The almost painfully erect tips leave me breathless and close to writhing beneath your expert touches.
My fingers clench around the edge of the pillow behind my head. The urge to touch you, any part of you, growing more and more overwhelming with each indrawn quiver of breath I take. Somehow I know that this is your show. You want to control the flow, to drive me insane. I thrill to the sensation of your fingertips sliding back downwards, seeming to stroke absently across the top of my skirt and over the fabric, lightly teasing the concealed skin of my inner thighs in passing. I gasp, not sure if the sound is audible, praying that you repeat the gesture again, but harder the next time.
As your hand slips back upwards, I feel your fingers splay open. The tips press more firmly into the flesh of my thighs as they pass across the soft cotton knit of my skirt. Goosebumps ripple in waves over my bared upper body, as a flush of wet heat pulses at the joining of my thighs.
Not daring to open my eyes and chance spoiling the spell that you are
weaving upon my skin so masterfully, I shiver from head to toe with mounting need. Abruptly, I feel your fingertips slide beneath the waistband of my skirt to slip it off smoothly over the curve of my hips. I roll to one side eagerly to help you.... feeling my skin flush with warmth at the prospect of being naked before you in my entirety. I love feeling your gaze as it ravages my exposed skin as if your eyes were your lips, your hands, your body pressing itself to mine.
The skirt soon joins my blouse on the floor. The brush of your hands across the now bared expanse of my thighs and legs makes my senses reel and my heartbeat race even faster. Teasingly, your fingertips brush across the juncture of my legs, concealed from your eyes by a thin layer of fabric. My hips arch up ever so slightly, yet I know that you see it and even with my eyes closed I sense your pleased reaction. I want to feel you inside of me, your fingers, your touch - it doesn't matter..... only your continued caresses matter now.
You move up to assuredly slip the waistband of my panties downwards and again I move to make it easier for you to remove them. I need to look at you, and as I open my eyes and stare up into yours, finding that you are already watching them expectantly, I shiver with intense longing. I see the need for me just as strong mirrored in the depths of your eyes and sigh with eager approval. Your hand moves to caress my inner thighs lightly again, thrilling to the widening of my eyes as your touch sends yet another jolt of erotic electricity through my veins.
"Do you want to move back to my bedroom?" You ask suddenly, softly... yet I sense a tone of command in the words, one that I am compelled to obey. I nod my head, too caught up in my own sensations to try trusting my voice for the moment. I move to roll over and slip to the floor, feeling your hands gently holding me as I do so. For a moment I feel strangely under-dressed as I look at you clothed still in your T-shirt, jeans and socks. Making my way down the hall to your room, upon reaching the side of the bed, you lift me up and I find myself lying on my side, my head resting on a pillow.
The coolness of the sheets is a pleasant contrast against my flushed skin. You lie down next to me, and as I move to embrace you, to press myself against the length of you, you shake your head and push me onto my back, arranging the pillows comfortably beneath my neck and shoulders. I flick my eyes up to capture yours, questioning, my frustration at not being able to touch you plainly evident.
Your fingers return to the plunder of my skin, passing gently across the swell of one breast, pausing to flick against the erect nipple, feeling the skin ripple as you do so. Then your hand travels to the darkness between my thighs, seeking the source of the wet heat that lies there. Your nails rake lightly across the smooth skin of my inner thigh, stirring me, making my hips tremble with the urge to thrust upwards, to force your resolve. I bite my lip, wanting so much to kiss you, to do anything to you in return, but am helpless to have my own way.
My heart races almost painfully hard in my chest, threatening to beat
from my ribcage, as the tips of your fingers press against me in lazy, almost absent circles designed to drive my senses mad with erotic need. I feel a flush as your fingertips pause. I sense your leg move to slide a knee between my thighs, pinning your own hand in a powerful sensation that makes me shudder.
Your body presses against me, holding me a willing captive, in thrall to the magic of sensual touch your fingers are weaving as they lightly caress my outer folds, the skin of my inner thighs and then, at long last, your knee pushes up in rhythm to the thrusts of your fingertips. I arch myself against you eagerly, feeling you nudge your leg in tighter by means of response. I find myself riding your knee and upper thigh as your fingers stroke, expertly drawing out the fullness of my need. I am close.......so close and capable of nothing more coherent than the passionate breathy moan of your name in an urgent plea for release.
The sweet torture threatens to drive me over the edge of oblivion. My body clenches and pulses as excitement mounts. I crave fulfillment. I need to touch you. I open my eyes to find you smiling at me... wicked satisfaction in the twitch of a smile that curves your soft lips. I am held captive by your intense stare, lost in the depths of your eyes.
"I want you!" I finally manage to gasp... as your fingers continue their merciless and skilled ravaging. You press against me rhythmically, imitating the rocking thrusts of you deep inside me. I shudder continually now, as your fingers abruptly shift a bit in order to slip deep within.
"Ohh yessssssss" I hiss, my indrawn breath quickening as your slender fingers slide into me, your leg accenting each inward thrust. I turn my head towards you, mouth open, exhaling breathlessly. You shudder over and over again, the waves of feeling building with each successive conjunction of our bodies.
I ache to kiss you but dare not ask. I lick my lips, hoping that you are watching me. Your mouth is a mere fraction from mine. The dulcet warmth of your breath plays upon my cheek. I increase the tempo of my body's physical reactions to you. In my eagerness, I border on being too hard, too fast.. yet not quite.
Your head bends down over me and I open my eyes fleetingly to glimpse you just before your lips keenly engulf taut flesh. Flicking and suckling like a ravenous child, the combination of your hand and knee below, and your mouth above are nearly enough to push my limits of control. I want to break like the mirror of your thoughts, into a million shards of imagination.
You lift your lips from my breast to whisper further erotic encouragement. I shiver uncontrollably, so close that I can almost taste complete release. I turn my head to face yours, even with my eyes closed, sensing your mouth is close to mine. I ache to kiss you, nearly mindless with the need to do so.......I moan.
"Please?"
So softly, I am not sure you heard it, but in the next moment your mouth engulfs mine. Your tongue plunges deep into me as your fingers continue to surge. I kiss you back eagerly, my tongue sliding against you, sliping into the warm, wet depths of my mouth when you allow me to do so. Abruptly, however, you pull away.. leaving me gasping for air, and craving more.
After a few seconds, I feel the searing wet heat of your tongue licking across my still parted lips.... and my own darts out to chase it, flicking across your soft lips. Teasing me, you revel in knowing that I cannot get back at you, that I am at your mercy.
The combination of our passionate kissing and the thrusts of your hand between my thighs, held in place by the movement of your knee and thigh are driving me to oblivion. Somehow I crave more. I ache to feel your body atop mine. I want to revel in the heat. The images that my mind conjures are too vivid to bear and my eyes fly open.
Your gaze upon my face rivets my attentions and helpless, I'm unable to break away. My eyes locked upon yours drink in the need and desire you feel for me that are mirrored in their beautiful, passion darkened depths. A satisfied smile quirks up the corners of your lips, as you break the kiss, pulling back to stare at me with an intensity that sears me to the bone.
"I need you......." I whisper, closing my eyes, my lips moving with unspoken pleas for release. The sound is so faint that it is almost lost even to my own ears. A little more insistent this time, and a bit louder, I try to make my desires known again. "Please! I want you,.........ohhhh!"
My senses overwhelm me, as a telltale flush and tingle sweep over and through me... the first waves overflowing. I moan, unable to voice further coherent thought. I am not sure that you've guessed what I want most, as your tongue flicks out to lash at my parted lips and is gone before I can think to react. Again, I feel its eager wet heat but fail to make it mine..... helplessly frustrated, I moan......a whimper of pure need.
"Ohhhh, please?"
Abruptly, you roll away from my side, withdrawing your fingers and
knee......making the sudden coolness of the air in your absence send shivers down my spine. I feel you slip out of bed and refuse to open my eyes. Whatever it is that you are doing, I want the next sensation to be a mystery as where and how it shall come. My whole body is being chased throughout by little shivers of ecstasy,throbbing just at the edges of my perception, sensations lapping at my nerves, temporarily prevented from final release.
The bed moves as I feel you return and my breath catches in my throat in anticipation. Sensing your shadow and body moving above me, I draw a deep quivering breath, as without a word, you straddle my hips with your own. the warmth of your thighs pressing down on mine making my blood sing, and my senses scream with the force of my need for you. Your arms move to either side of my shoulders and with one smooth and powerful motion, I have all that I've been aching for. This is what I crave!
Sliding back slightly, you stroke into me again slowly, and I feel your shoulders and chest just above me. I shift slightly as you reach your hands beneath my hips to pull me further up on your thighs, to allow your deeper penetration and I clasp my knees against your waist, holding myself in readiness. The next thrust is deeper than the ones before it and reaches a slightly different angle, making my body arch up instinctively to welcome your entrance. Settling into a more regular rhythm, I feel the waves surging through my blood, making my breath come in ragged pants as I moan out your name, again and again, "Yess .....ohhhh yes!"
Mindless at long last, a slave to our passion, I surrender to you and the sensations that your slipping in and out produces. I bear down as you thrust in, tightening the inner walls of my sheathe and feel you shudder with delight. Clenching and releasing in tempo to your strokes I become one with our primal dance. I open my eyes suddenly,
sensing that you are watching me and become locked in a gaze that is both full of lust and affection, desire and sensual demand, a stare that I am helpless to break away from. Losing myself in the fire of your eyes, I offer the last ounce of control to you, knowing that once taken, there is no going back.
I know that you'd never hurt me, and finally letting my eyes slide
shut once more, I settle into our love-making as if for the first time. Each sensation felt as if through another's flesh, sharing your arousal and mixing it with my own.
I feel your breath on my shoulder as you lean down over me, and the soft moans of your pleasure as I continue to stroke you from within upon each thrust, feeling the mounting waves of both our orgasms rising swiftly. Perspiration slicks our skin, making a deliciously slippery feel as your body slides back and forth above me, the weight of you pressing down an added caress. I can sense your lips by my ear, as you whisper softly.
"Are you going to.....? Can you feel me...?"
I moan helplessly, gasping out your name. "Yes, ohhh yes...!" I can feel the tickle of your hot breath against my neck, as your hips rise and fall, varying the pressure, depth and speed so that my senses are overwhelmed with you...all I can feel is you.. your thighs, your
chest a fraction above mine, occasionally passing across my chest, rigid with pleasure. Electricity sears through me, as abruptly, your head turns. Without a word, your mouth descends upon mine. Your tongue plunges within and, simultaneously, you thrust home once again.
My head arches back as, at the same time, my hips thrust upwards, offering more and more of myself to your touch, to your powerful control. My lips crushed beneath our kiss taste your tongue, and feel the hardness of your teeth. Duelling tongues lash back and
forth between each others mouths; being captured and suckled with almost painful intensity by first one, then the other of us. I offer myself up to your power and scream out with pleasure... not caring if I'm too loud. I only want you to hear and know that you are the one to cause me such pleasure.
I feel that you also are nearing the point of explosion, as you pump into me harder and faster. Your groans of pleasure rise in pitch, volume and intensity. Our mouths are still fused in a primal kiss that further fuels our release, our passion... I shudder almost continually now, my hips arching up and my muscles contracting to hold you deep within me, to prolong our union for as long as possible. I can feel your body quivering atop mine, your muscles tensing, your orgasm taking an iron-fisted grip on your senses, as at long last, control ebbs away completely.
I spasm, my body locking as it arches, a sense of wonder surging over and through me. This is the tidal wave of sensations and white-hot release that I have sought. Seconds apart, yet ohh so closely joined, we reach for the heavens as one single entity, holding on tight, knowing that the bonds of earthly desires have been shattered .... our minds and flesh unified.
Our hearts thunder with one combined rhythm, as our bodies shiver and
shake, a warmth and satisfaction flowing through us both, as slowly, gently, we slow our mad pace at long last. Gently, we kiss one final time, and pull apart, eyes still closed, yet I can feel yours upon me. I sense the wonder and affection in your eyes even though I am not actually looking into them.
Your body shifts reluctantly to the side, as you turn to rest your head upon my breasts, one of your hands absently, gently tracing its fingers across the sweat shined skin of my quivering stomach. I am content to feel you holding me, as the world attempts to resume its more stately pace, and our bodies ease back from the edge of total abandon so recently achieved.
Sighing with complete contentment, I run my fingers through your hair gently, feeling your soft breath against the swell of one breast. Your fingers slide back and forth across my skin lightly..soothingly. As my lover and as my friend you've managed to take me to a place dreamt of in fantasy. Yet, until today, we have never attained that perfect reunion.
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