In the forest glade, drying leaves rustled in the breeze when she turned to him. She intended to offer herself to him clad in that irresistibly thin silken low cut dress that al but revealed her exquisite form. He, of course, was delighted to observe her lovely body through the light green fabric in the woodland calm. He remained silent, even though his thoughts were interrupted by the occasional chirrup of distant birds.
She, however, was impatient to move the conversation to what she had in mind. In contrast to the shady clearing in which they stood her thoughts were directed in her usual, straight forward, open fashion. The trees enclosed them from prying eyes as she stood to express her desires openly. She wanted him there and then. Even so, he did not catch her intent at first. He responded to her advances by bowing low and declaring that he already loved her as a friend. She, felt frustrated but was afraid at that moment to say what she wanted in words. She stepped up to the man and gave him a lascivious kiss on the lips, winding her arms around him, in the most erotic of gestures.
He, understanding suddenly, was both shocked and amused. She couldn't really be serious - or was she? Would she let him break the kiss - Never. MiLord placed his hands aound her waist, feeling the firm flesh through the silk, and allowed himself to be kissed, enjoying it. He kissed back, putting his arms around her. They caressed for a long while because both knew that there would be awkwardness when they stopped. He had already decided that he would go along, would make love to her, if she wanted. The thought of doing so made his head dizzy, spinning like the topmost leaves of the trees in an autumn gale.
He wanted to taste her freshness, but perhaps he was misreading what she had in mind. If he was, a wrong move on his part could damage their relationship, their love for each other. He concluded myopically that she could not possibly want him as a lover. She must just want to cuddle and caress in a neutral, friendly and almost platonic way. She broke the kiss, as if confirming his reservations.
Then, they just stood and looked into each other's face, not knowing how to proceed. He resolved not to make any gesture toward her, although he palmed her cheek lovingly. She turned her head and kissed his palm enticingly. He ran his other hand through the glistening head of hair. She opened her mouth, but could not imagine what she should say at that moment. The tips of her upper teeth were visible, even and white. Yet she remained silent, choosing instead to nibble teasingly at his flesh, before looking up enticingly at him. Her eyebrows fluttered tempting him with quasi-innocence. Such a lovely fleshly creature among the forest shrubs.
He brought her face to his and they kissed again, gently, lovingly. He felt her strength as she held him and was impressed, the strength of a woodland dryad. Their kiss ended and they nuzzled each other's neck, fondling one another lovingly. He breathed deeply and inhaled her aroma. The smell of her body was utterly intoxicating. They sat together in the forest clearing, still embracing. She was completely passive, yet clung to the man, wanting him to take her.
There was no longer any ambiguity about what she wanted. All that was lacking was a declaration as he raised her left arm as she snuggled his neck, lifted it to his mouth and licked the underside of her forearm, where it was depilated and so very malleable to the touch. He licked, kissed and tasted her there. They had that moment and they had all day. He tasted each of her fingers. He reached his hand to her head and turned her face to his. There was no question in her expression; she loved him and wanted him. He shook his head, refusing at first. She almost began to sob in frustration, and she looked into the man's face and forced herself to say it:
“MiLord, make love to me.”
They kissed gently, darting their tongues out, as he fondled the wench's upper arm, kneading it with his fingers. She became sexually aroused by his loving touch and the knowledge of what was to come. He sensed that and knew that she needed relief from her tension. They had a long way to go and he wanted her relaxed. He placed his hand on her knee and then ran his fingers up the inside of her thigh, under her dress and touched her moist sex, through the layers of underskirts. Her skin there was warm and receptive. He rubbed her gently at precisely the right spot, quietly, until she wanted it harder, more slowly......until she wanted it faster. She had not felt anything like that pleasure for such a time. She squirmed and pushed at his fingers, hearing herself moan loudly. She abandoned herself utterly to it, to the Master's stroke. She would not stifle her cries. She would not hold back. The ecstasy struck her body and shook it, and she shouted aloud without inhibition. Waves of passion coursed through her body and she almost passed out.
Yet she knew that they had just begun. MiLord did not try to lift her into his arms, but stood and pulled her up from the clearing floor, guiding her, clinging to him, to a pile of leaves - a feathery natural bed for a nectarous maiden. When she lay back and relaxed. Expectantly, she looked at him as he removed her boots and fondled her feet. He lifted each to his face and licked the underside, caressing the instep where it is so tender. She giggled at the tickle, but was aroused by the sensuousness of it. MiLord teased each of her ten toes slowly as he fondled her ankles and her calves, squeezing her flesh gently, running his hands up and down. He reached under the skirt of her dress and slipped the hem up. He revealed her all -the curving thighs, the fleshy hips and the sacred grotto of his desires as he pulled her skirts up around her waist. With the cool woodland breeze and the gentle lapping of his tongue on her revealed parts, she felt deliciously exposed. He leaned down gazing raptly at the mossy centre of his desires, before burying his face in the warm pungent moisture, kissing the succulent dish presented to him.
He sat up after these enticing preliminaries and ran his fingers over her body, lingering at particular places. His hands roamed up and down her calves, her hips, her gorgeous thighs. His eyes feasted on the sweet repast that he was momentarily to dine on. Not a single inch was neglected by her entranced love master in this amorous prelude to further pleasures. Then he stood up before her and began to disrobe himself. As he removed his doublet and breeches she, aroused again by his touching, gazed at the muscular thighs and the broad chest exposed before her. She looked up, her eyes widened and her mouth formed an "o" at the appealing view. His body twitched in delight when her tongue in an unconscious, but lascivious gesture, swept slowly from one corner of her sweet mouth to the other. Without thinking about it, she was enticing him into a tangled web of delight that they were weaving together, in the misty woodland clearing.
The leaves crunched as he knelt on the green-brown bed to extend himself next to the panting woman. They embraced and kissed as he began again to explore her body with his mouth. He nibbled her upper arms almost chastely, given the other treasures on offer to him at that moment. He licked underneath them, tasting her enticing flavours. Suddenly, energised by the tasting, he pulled the bodice of her dress down, letting the entire garment gather round her belly. The rounded peak of each breast seemed to quiver like the topmost branches of woodland birches as the silk skimmed briefly over her chest, like the feathery touches of humming birds seeking new nectar. He let the garment come to rest, its folds gathering round her waist. Then, he took the hem of her underskirt in his mouth and pulled ot to trail down around her feet and off, leaving her torso completely exposed to his gaze.
His eyes opened wide and he paused for a moment in the stillness of the forest clearing, hunting in vain for blemish amid perfection. Reaching out over her body he suckled her breasts as his hands roamed her flesh. He tongued her belly as he pressed his face into her abdomen, while she realising his destination and shivered in anticipation. Her thighs slid over the moist skin of his hips, her toes kicking a few loose leave out of the way as she maneuvered herself under him. The pace of his breathing quickened with the anticipation of her slowing their movements to a teasing, torturous pace. With a sigh, she watched him slip down the length of her body, leaving kisses behind him. She closed her eyes. He couldn't see the images behind those closed eyes, as he tasted the pearl of her sex between his lips . He couldn't hear the wonderful music that filled her ears while his tongue slipped inside to elicit moans of pleasure from her.
He did, however, feel her thighs squeezing him ever more strongly as he played with her, nibbling, licking and adoring. She wanted to cry out, but just moaned loudly. He pushed her thighs widely apart and she felt his tongue on her sex, searching for and finding her pleasure spot. He licked and she flailed about with her arms, her head rolling back and forth. Again, she abandoned herself to the ecstasy and held nothing back. She heard her own high pitched cries as she felt an orgasm as if for the first time, shaking her body. Then another. Then a third. Only her hair tickled the edge of his navel now as she slid against the flesh of his belly. She reached out to brush almost imperceptibly against the soft skin. Skin that was too dark to be called white and too light to be called olive. Skin that matched perfectly her long, wavy, voluminous hair. Skin that framed a set of disturbingly dark, inordinately large eyes - eyes that glazed over as her lord slid over her and began his penetration.
He seemed to move into her forever, stretching her wonderfully, filling her up. He was in heaven, pistoning inside the warm tightness of his beloved. Beneath him, she clutched at his shoulders and thrust back, urging him on, wanting more and more force, until she began a keening wail, peaking in a sharp yelp as her body convulsed. She rode the waves of pleasure as her excitement peaked. Every time he pushed into her, he brushed her causing her to keen ecstatically. She bit into his shoulder to stifle her cries, knowing that he too would be unable to contain himself. She wanted to make him let go, to watch that wave of pure pleasure sweep over him in a surge, leaving him collapsed on the shores of delight.
Recovering his senses, he held the conquered lady in his arms and watched her clinging to him. He looked down into her smiling face and wonder how he could ever forego the kiss of this lovely woman. He reached down to cup the soft still exposed mounds of her chest and her heart began to palpitate again in remembered pleasure. She looked blissfully happy as she closed her eyes, relaxing to the gentle stroke of his continued embrace. His presence felt firm, full of reassurance and enduring as she lay there, completely relaxed, hovering on the edges of a woodland dream, listening with him to the whispered murmurings in the forest glade.
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