By Kathy Lynn
She knew he would be coming over tonight. He had said that nothing could keep him away from her. When she heard him knock on her door, she answered it with joy in her heart. It was him. She opened the door to find him standing right in front of her. He took a step toward her; just a step was all he needed.
His chest was so close to her shoulder that he could feel the heat of her body.
She turned her back to the wall and faced him.
He put his hands on the wall behind her. His hands were low enough so she couldn’t get away. Drawing nearer until there was only an inch between them. Then, without warning, he lowered his head until his mouth was no more than a breath away from her lips. They were so close; her breasts were a heartbeat from his chest.
She smelled like roses and he like musk. Her sweet essence enhanced the desire he felt for her. She drew a shuddering breath and softened against him like butter.
He smiled as the lust stirred in his loins; he knew she would be satisfying. He shifted his weight a little, his breath caressing her skin.
He knew if he kissed her she would melt in his arms. He lowered his lips to the sensual spot on her shoulder. Kissing her tenderly, softly tracing his lips up her neck to her earlobe.
His mouth moved on to her ear, tracing its outline with his tongue.
She lifted her head to him, giving herself to him.
He responded, closed his eyes and kissed her tenderly. He imagined lying beside her, enjoying her.
She clutched at him; every inch of him was alive and aching for her as she pressed close to him. His loins were throbbing and straining against the confinement of his jeans. He lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. Setting her by the bed, he kindled her passions like no man had ever done. Never in her life had she wanted to taste a man as badly, as she wanted to taste him. His fingers slid down her arms until they rested on her hands. Her heartbeat raced. His palms were hard from many years at his job. He was firm and his message clear, as his fingers traced hers. She turned her palms toward his, craving more of his caress. He entwined his fingers with hers and left her breathless. She sighed as he lifted her mouth in invitation.
His lips brushed hers and she gasped, closing her eyes. His clean scent filled her nostrils and she shivered, as his kiss deepened and a wave of pleasure swept over her. His tongue pried her lips open to gain access to hers. She imagined bare skin and joy as she leaned into his body. Her hands sliding up his chest, she slowly and deliberately combed her fingers through his hair. She could feel the heat in his core. He made a guttural sound low in his chest at her play. His mouth moving on hers, she pulled herself closer to him. Begging him to give her what she needed.
His mouth clung to her and he growled, drawing her to him. His hands slipping down her back; until they rested on the cheeks of her butt.. He pulled her into him so she could feel his urgency. His mouth was demanding and she yielded willingly.
He traced the curve of her lips, throbbing heat awoke in her. The warmth of his body surrounded her. With the heat came his scent, that magnificent scent that made her lightheaded. He was so powerfully masculine, his chest broad and he knew just what to do with his magic fingers. His warm lips caressed her neck as they trailed down to her breasts. She wanted to use her fingers to excite him. She swallowed and looked at him. She could see the lust in his eyes; the wanting. She tore her gaze from his neck. She needed to feel his mouth and hands on her body. She touched her lips to his, giving in to wanton abandon.
He saw the promises in her eyes, he hardened and he was full of desire.
When she reached out, placing her hands against his chest, she held him tight. The heat of her hands burned against his chest. He bent his head and kissed her long and slow. Her lips were warm and soft beneath his.
She could feel his tongue try to sneak its way into her mouth.
There it was again, that faint smell of roses, her hair so soft. Her skin so creamy white against his raging steed. She felt him grow more and knew he was ready to explode. He cupped his hand under her chin and traced her lower lip with the ball of his thumb. Combing his fingers slowly through her hair making her shiver.
Opening her eyes, consumed with pleasure, she leaned forward brushing her hair against his mouth. As he pushed his manhood against her again and again, one caress after another. She curled her finger into his shirt sleeves. She arched upward trying to press her body to his and he smiled.
He loved her so.
His fingers exploring every inch of her. He trailed his hand downward until he cupped her breast. He felt her nipple harden. He caught his breath and her, as she fell against him. He gave her nipple a squeeze. With all the need burning in him, his cheek was cool against hers. He tore his mouth from hers to press his lips to her ear. Nipping and sucking, kissing her till she cried out and arched against him. He rubbed the palms of his hands over her breasts and she shuddered.
She braced her hands on his shoulders as he kissed her neck, then her eyes, and her earlobe. The strength left her arms as he moved his hand to her hips and drew her against him. Their thighs touched, their clothes weren't thick enough to prevent her from feeling him against her belly. He was large and he was ready.
All resistance evaporated when she felt his skin against hers. Sliding her hands around him, she caught the back of his shirt in her hands and wrenched it up over his head. As she slid her palms against his bare waist, she could feel his warm flesh against hers. Shuddering she drew her fingertips up the column of his spine to his shoulders. Meticulously running her cool slender fingers over every inch of his back, claiming it as hers.
Both of her hands clung on to his waist. He straightened to look down at her face, his eyes filled with passion. Finding the top button of his pants she flipped it open. Teasingly unzipping them, she slid them down his legs and rested her hands on his bare hips. He smiled and lifted her blouse off and unsnapped her bra, flinging them both across the room. He bent and scooped her in his arms, laid her on the large bed and stood back to savor the sight of her. He then removed the last bit of clothes she had on, her panties. Taking the waistband of them, he gently pulled the flimsy garment from off her voluptuous thighs. His hands sent shockwave's through her body as the last stitch of covering cleared her ankles. Then he stood back again and felt like God, for what he saw, was good.
Lifting her hips until they pressed to his, she brought her hands forward around his back. After his morning shower he had only put on his jeans so there was nothing between her searching hands and his pulsating member. She found what she wanted and she explored it. His firm muscle was throbbing with the light touch of her fingers. Tracing it, circling its head, he was drowning in a sea of sensations.
She closed her fingers around his shaft and stroked as the pleasure crashed over him. He stroked his hands over her belly. She was so soft against his fingers. He found the curls that covered the space between her thighs.
Exploring her, he was surprised at the warmth and wetness he found there. When he touched her slightly, she arched and flooded him with her need.
She pleaded with him and he did not keep her waiting.
Cupping his hands beneath her hips, he fired her up. He was patient, waiting till he could press himself between her legs. Waiting for the ideal moment to enter her.
Waiting till he knew she was hot and ready.
She was a volcano with him, she was overwhelmed with sensations.
His body heat, his aroma, his mouth moving on hers, sent her into orbit.
The feel of his legs against hers, the way his fingers dug into her hips, his huge presence inside her made her shriek with joy.
He touched his lips to her brow, her cheek, her chin, and then nuzzled her ear as he slid deeper into her.
She felt such pleasure; all that mattered was that he should move inside her and drive them both to ecstasy. She wrapped her arms around his neck and tightened her legs around his hips. Sliding deeper inside of her he groaned softy against her ear, feeding her pleasure. When he again moved inside her she arched against him. She cried out and he kissed her as he trust into her. Her lips and tongue danced with his while his silent member filled her again and again. All at once he exploded, and with a thrust of her own she pressed her hips firmly against his. Her whole body shuddered in convulsive completion. She screamed as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss flooded over her loins. She was not used to this. Multiple orgasms were something she just read about. But now, it was her, she was the bursting volcano. With a loud moan, his golden rod spewed its seed, flooding her with his own molten nectar. As her arms tightened around his neck, he wrapped his arms around her and drew her into his embrace. He now rested on top of her; she could feel his weight against her. She pulled him closer as he rolled over.
Her head lay across his chest and she could hear the rapid thunder of his heart.
She smiled as she lay there basking in the warmth of his embrace.
She wanted nothing more than for him to think of her each and every night.
Wanted him to love her and remember this night. Bathed in the afterglow of such a wonderful moment, they both silently drifted to sleep.