Wonderful Tonight....
She found herself alone on the beach. She had watched the sun set, an explosion of pinks and purples and now the sky was like dark velvet sprinkled with tiny diamonds. It was dreamlike. The moon illuminated the pale sand and foamy breakers in stark contrast to the dusky ocean. When you looked at the horizon, you couldn't see where the sky ended and the deep water began, it all faded to black.
Most people hated the darkness and solitude of the beach at twilight, but she loved it. Where others saw foreboding and isolation, she found exhilaration and magic. The sound of the pounding surf stirred her soul. This was her time, away from the crowds of swimmers and sunbathers. Sandcastle builders all safely tucked into bed. She walked along the shore; her feet just playing in the shallow water where the ocean just kissed the sand. Ripples and waves rhythmically flowed towards her, eventually breaking into foam, creeping up to her feet, and disappearing back into the darkness.
Thoughts of him filled her head. She was never free from his spell. She could never get enough of him. She ached for him. Everything reminded her of him. She thought to herself, "he would love this, the quiet and solitude of the empty beach:". She sat on the firmly packed sand. The breeze tousling her short red hair. The tide was going out. She watched it slip away. But the wind had picked up. It had been a hasty decision to come out here tonight. She had on only a long white, gauzy robe to cover her. The feeling of the light cotton against her naked skin was as soft as his touch. But now she shivered slightly from the cool, damp night air. She stared at the enchanted sky looking for that first brilliant star. "Star light, star bright; first star I see tonight. Wish I may, wish I might have the wish I wish tonight. That his love will always be shining as bright, as this star I see tonight." She silently whispered her childlike wish to the Universe. She thought to herself that somewhere he is staring up at the midnight sky, thinking of her; she was sure. She could feel him. The night breeze carried his caresses.
As her eyes adjusted to the night, she stared at the waves braking around her feet and reflected on their love. His love was all encompassing. In his arms she could finally relax; she was finally safe; finally home. Thoughts of him made her smile. It was always like this- first, warm feelings of love followed by the longing. And it was such delicious yearning, for he was as constant as the North Star. She knew it wouldn't be long till they were together again and distance between them would only make their next kiss sweeter.
Her solitude was disturbed. She could see a solitary figure on the beach moving toward her. She wasn't startled or afraid, she was more annoyed. Another insomniac traveller going to try to make conversation, no doubt and she really just wanted to be left alone, missing her love. As the figure drew nearer, she looked closely, quizzically because in some way, there was a vague familiarity. She didn't believe her eyes, knowing the darkness could be a trickster. Opening them again, she had expected the shadowy figure to disappear, but instead, he had come closer. Her pulse quickened and her breath became shallow. It just couldn't be! She had left him 1200 miles away. She was wishing so hard, she was dreaming him there.
At his insistance, she had gone on this trip. It had been planned the year before. The year before he had come into her life and had captured her heart. The year before his smile had her convinced that he was the man she had always dreamt of, the man she wanted, the man she loved. She was still amazed at the way they found each other. Neither one of them had been looking for love. It had found them none the less. A year ago she would never have imagined, she would love someone the way she loved him. She hadn't wanted to leave him, but everything was booked and paid for. He insisted she keep her plans, and go to Florida with her girlfriend. He had told her that it would give him time to work on their house, uninterrupted, and he had winked at her and grinned.
And yet, here he was; this wasn't a dream. He was waliking towards her. She stood up and looked at him. She hoped she wasn't dreaming and if she was, she didn't want to wake up. Excited, she ran to him and hugged him and kissed him, his tongue slipped out and traced her lips They both lost their balance and gently fell into the shallow water. "Whoa, tiger!" he teased. Laughing, they stood up. Their clothes clinging to their wet bodies. "How, where, when" she started to ask but he put his finger over her lips. "What does it matter? I am here now." he replied to her wordless question. He replaced his finger with his lips and kissed her deeply. "I was working at home, but couldn't get you out of my head, you witch!" he smiled. "I kept looking for you, forgetting you were away. I was so distracted, I was getting nothing done. It was then I decided. I cleared my schedule, packed a duffel bag. Got in the truck and here I am. Only took me about 20 hours, but it was worth it." he explained to her. She still couldn't believe it. She loved him so much. He seemed to always know the right thing to do or say. That is how they always were, so in sync. She could finish his sentences and he could tell what she needed.
She kissed him back. Kissing his salty mouth, his cheeks, his nose and forehead. But she always came back to his delicious lips. He parted his lips, his tongue searching her mouth, slowly, gently, passionately. His hands were touching her face. She reached up and took his hand and placed it on her breast. He gently cupped her voluptuous breast running his thumb over the nipple. She immediately responded to his touch. Her nipples were hard and erect from the cool night air on her damp skin. He pulled back a bit and looked at her. The sheer fabric was wet, clinging to her skin, accentuating her large breasts. His hands moved between her breasts, finding the top button he deftly opened it. As her robe started fall open, she covered his hand with hers. She looked around to make sure they were alone. "Relax, baby. It's all good" he murmured. He undid the next button, the look in her eyes told him to go on to the the last; her diaphanous covering falling open. He pulled her body close to him, feeling her taut nipples rubbing his chest.
He knew how much she wanted him and it made him smile. He was sure of her- sure of her devotion and desire. It had been too long since they had last made love. But that would soon change. The need in him was growing. She looked in his eyes, kissed his lips and slid her hands in his swimsuit. He softly groaned. Her touch was loving and erotic. She stoked him slowly. He responded to her touch. She tugged on his swimsuit and slid it down. He stepped out of it. She sat on the wet sand and pulled him down beside her. His anticipation was building. She once again kissed his lips, licking them. She moved down, her lips barely grazing his chest. Their lovemaking was slow and sensuous. They both loved it that way. She was now licking his nipples and gently biting them. The sensation was so exciting. He could feel her kisses going lower and lower, her warm breath on his skin, her silky lips caressing him. She laid her head on his belly looking at his cock... She slid her hand up the shaft of his cock, feeling him grow with every stroke; she looked at him, he was getting hard and the more she touched, the harder he got. She lifted her head, looked in his eyes and slowly kissed the tip of his cock and began to fondle his balls. He moaned louder. She made her tongue soft and licked the shaft. She took her time. She wanted him to feel her. She lightly flicked her tongue over the tip. His eyes closed enjoying the sensation. She licked his balls, gently sliding one in her mouth till it was hot and wet and then the other, her hands never leaving his cock, feeling his desire growing.
He had driven nonstop for 20 hours to find her. She was in his blood. He needed to be with her, touch her, kiss her, taste her. He looked down at her. She was his tonight, all his and only his. He pulled her up to him till they were face to face. He wanted her closer so he could hold her tight, close against him. The feeling of her soft skin against his, was what he craved all those long nights alone. She could feel how aroused he was. And she was glad. He kissed her lips hard, forcing his tongue in her mouth. It took her breath away. His tongue searched for hers. Damn, she always tasted so good, he thought to himself. He wanted more.
Making love to him was always so exciting. Nothing was ever routine with him. His touch burned her with a fever. The only cure was more of him. He was the kind of lover every woman was looking for and would never find. He was kissing her neck and then her chest. She held his head in her hands, lightly running her fingers through his curly dark hair. He was her miracle. She had given up on love. She thought she had had her chance at love and it didn't work out, time after time. And she was tired of the pain, tired of having her hopes and dreams dashed. And then, there he was, so funny and sexy, so loving and understanding. She couldn't help it, as hard as she tried, she fell completely in love with him. And every day was better than the last, every week he was more amazing, every month they were more in love. She had forgotten what it was like to wake up happy, looking forward to the day ahead. Now every morning was like Christmas.
His touch was always arousing, whether it was his hand on her back as he kissed her, or when he held her passionately, so close to him she could feel his heart beat. Now he had his body on hers, his head on her belly. Still kissing her body with intensity and fire, leaving a trail of saliva on her, that cooled as the sea breezes touched her. Her anticipation was growing as was her fervor. She pushed his head down further. He held her hands, fingers entwining. He could feel her soft silky hair against his cheek now. She closed her eyes and just felt this moment. She could feel his moustache prickle her tender skin. "I am making love to you and I am not going to stop till you tell me, ask me, .. no beg me to" he whispered. He kissed her, his lips moving over her barely touching, teasing.
She could feel his hot breath on her, his lips, his tongue always tender, loving and gentle, as he kissed and licked lower. He spread her legs, going between them. His mouth so near her heat. He licks her thighs and blew on them. Her senses were going wild. She could feel his hot breath on her, between her thighs. His face so close to her. She could barely stand it. His thumbs massaged her lips. She whimpered. His mouth opened, tongue slipped out. It flicked her little nub, still hidden. She let out a loud breath, that sound spurred him on. He kept it up, back and forth till he coaxed her clit out. Her hands were grabbing his hair. His fingers move to either side of her pussy and pulled her lips open. He looked at her with desire and lust. His tongue licked her pink nub, out in the open because his fingers were opening her up to him. She let out a little scream, as her body tensed. Her lips were pulled open, as wide as possible, then his tongue swept down and moving between her lips, pushing it into her. She tasted so good, better than he remembered. He pushed his tongue further in, tasting deep inside her. His moustache bristling against her clit as he moved a finger into her. Moving his face as he licked, the stache tickled and scratches her. One finger slips in then another, soon his fingers were moving in and out of her, so tight and so wet. He curled into her, feeling her back wall. The intensity of the feeling was blinding. She was so close. She couldn't wait any longer, but how she wanted to. Her body burst in wave after wave of ecstasy. Her moans were louder now. He didn't stop licking her clit and her lips, he felt her velvety folds against him. He was drinking in her nectar. His face was between her supple thighs. He loved the scent. He could feel the wetness on his face and fingers. She was so sexy. He moved up, kissing her mound, licking her pubic hair, then up to her navel. His body pressed against hers as he slid up, his cock moving along her thigh.
He kissed further up, her belly, then her chest, paid special attention to her breasts; her nipples firm, yearned for his mouth, his tongue, his fingers. Very slowly he reached her mouth and kissed her deeply. As he did, she felt his hard cock touch her; he moved his hips forward and slid just the head into her wetness. He thrust harder and pushed all the way into her. She felt so amazing! She gave herself to him completely. She responded to his every touch. They made their own music; it was the rhythm of the ocean, their rhythm of love. Her hips moving, he followed her every move. It was like a dance he never wanted to end, her soft moans his love song.
She could feel the power between them. As he kissed her mouth, she opened her eyes; she wasn't dreaming. No dream could feel this good. She looked at him, so close; she knew they had but one heart. Now their bodies were even closer, intertwined perfectly making every touch magic. It was so intense, she wasn't sure how much more either of them could take, but she was holding on to every feeling. He was so tight inside. He knew he couldn't last any longer. He could hear her breath catching, as he pumped into her. She was trembling still. Deeper and deeper with each thrust, as he lost control, his own body quaking, her felt her shudder.
They lay together silently. He was inside her still. She could feel her body tingling. He was spent and exhausted. As they laid on the sand, there were no words needed to be spoken. She could feel the surf curling around them, as the tide was coming in. She thought how her love for him was as vast as the ocean, with no ending.
The moon, big and bright was overhead, not a cloud in the sky. The water looked like liquid crystal. He rolled off of her and getting up took her hand. He led her into the inky water, up to his chest. He held her tight in his arms, the last traces of their lovemaking washed away from their bodies in the calm sea, as the feelings of tranquility and bliss filled their souls. She nuzzled into his neck and gently whispered in his ear, "My darling, you were wonderful tonight." He looked up at the night sky and smiled, enchanted with her.
Wonderful Tonight
It's late in the evening; she's wondering what clothes to wear.
She'll put on her make-up and brushes her long blonde hair.
And then she asks me, "Do I look all right?"
And I say, "Yes, you look wonderful tonight."
We go to a party and everyone turns to see
This beautiful lady that's walking around with me.
And then she asks me, "Do you feel all right?"
And I say, "Yes, I feel wonderful tonight."
I feel wonderful because I see
The love light in your eyes.
And the wonder of it all
Is that you just don't realize how much I love you.
It's time to go home now and I've got an aching head,
So I give her the car keys and she helps me to bed.
And then I tell her, as I turn out the light,
I say, "My darling, you were wonderful tonight.
Oh my darling, you were wonderful tonight."
Eric Clapton
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