We Are Love

    I stumble down the stairs and shuffle into the kitchen.  The sun is streaming through the windows filtered through soft green foliage.  You have built these windows especially for me because  I love having fresh herbs to cook with.  I smile thinking about you and how you spoil me. I have on a white oversized t-shirt, barefoot and I am freezing.  There is a real nip in the November air but it's too early to have the heat on.  When we are home together, the fireplace is just enough to take the chill off.
     I need a cup of hot tea this morning to wake up and warm up before I take my shower. I am looking forward to that first sip of English Breakfast tea.  I think I am still asleep when I drink my first cup of tea most mornings.  Where is that damn tea kettle?  I look under the cabinets. Sweetheart, what did you do with the tea kettle?  I wonder aloud. Ah here it is!  Why is it in the sink?  I pick up the stainless steel tea kettle with the copper bottom and fill it with cold water and put in on the stove.  I am looking for my fifteen grain bread, you affectionately call "bird seed bread".  I need to make my toast and tea. I am wondering where you could have put it?  It's not like you to put things where they don't belong.  Looking around the kitchen, opening the fridge and I find it on the top shelf.  I put the bread in the toaster, take out the butter, and mix the cinnamon and brown sugar. I sit at the kitchen table lost in thought. This morning, I feel so disorganized, so out of sync and a little melancholy. It's always like this when you aren't home. Everything seems so empty without you.    
     When you are working, I am a bit on edge, because although you keep telling me not to worry, I do. I can't help it. Being a firefighter is a dangerous job.  And I know it is one you love.  You are a hero, but more important, you are my hero. It has taken me my whole life to find you and you have been a miracle in my life. 
Now, I have found you, I could never live without you, never live without your love.  Why would I ever want to?
     I pour myself a mug of hot water and drop a teabag in it. The toast pops and I slather on the butter and sprinkle cinnamon and sugar on every millimeter of toast. This always reminds me of being little and eating breakfast with my dad.  He would cook breakfast on Saturday mornings and since I didn't eat eggs or bacon so he would always treat me to thick slices of cinnamon toast and cups of tea and I still find it comforting.  I sit at the table eating my breakfast, staring out the window, watching the gold and red leaves falling. I am not sure if it's just my imagination but it seems colder here in Toronto then back in Boston. Shivering just a little, my thoughts return to missing you.  I finish eating my toast and tea, licking the buttery cinnamon off the edges of my mouth and make a decision to call you, just to reassure myself.  You answer on the first ring and we chat for a minute or two, but you are always busy in the mornings, I know, so after a few kisses and loving words, we hang up.  But just hearing your voice makes me feel better, for awhile anyways.  We are still so new, but I can never imagine ever not missing you.  You are my love and my life, my everything.
    I go upstairs and shower quickly, still chilled.  I slowly get dressed for work in white scrub pants and t shirt and a clinical jacket with pastel multicoloured hearts pattern.  I hate scrub tops, because they are unisex, by the time I can get them to fit my bust, they are huge everywhere else.  That's why I wear a plain t-shirt and a scrub jacket.  It's so much more comfortable.  I slip on my white socks and pink clogs.  My short, red hair is still damp, and I glance at the digital clock on my nightstand.  Time to go.  I grab my lunch from the fridge and stuff it in my black and grey coach bag and throw on my hip length, zip front black leather jacket.  It's almost too cold to wear it, but I am not wearing my heavy winter jacket, yet, not before Thanksgiving.  I think to myself, well, Thanksgiving has come and gone here, but I am still on US time.  To me, Thanksgiving comes after Halloween. What is kind of nice though is that holiday season starts earlier for me and we get two Thanksgivings (which seems appropriate, I have so much to be grateful for).
     I am outside now, travel mug of tea in hand, waiting for the carpool for work.  It has been an adjustment for me moving up here; going from working in a busy hospital to an even busier doctor's office.  I never wanted to leave the hospital, but since my knee injury, it wasn't practical to work eight to ten hours on my feet and I had been contemplating my next move. Relocating to a new city was the perfect time to switch careers. I am pretty outgoing and personable. It doesn't take me long to make friends and find a job.  Your friends have been kind and so welcoming.   I guess they can see how much I love you and how happy you are. Well, I hope they can anyways.
     I have always done hands on patient care in a hospital and I am not used to medical office work, but I am creative and innovative and love the challenge of a new career. Everyone has been so kind to the "transplant", including me in lunches, get togethers and parties.  And I feel like I fit in, although I still do get teased about my Boston accent.
      My ride is here. I get in the car and everyone is so animated, laughing and joking. It's Monday morning and weekend adventures are being shared. I sit quietly sipping my tea, just listening. For some odd reason, it makes me miss you even more.
    The office is busy this Monday morning, busier than usual. lots of appointment, blood pressure checks, flu shots, transcribing medical notes and insurance billing.  The patients are getting to know me and I am greeted with smiles and pleasantries. It's so different from the hospital I worked at in the states.  Even the doctors in the practice went out of their way to make it clear to me, we are all part of the same team. It really was fate finding this job, but then ever since I met you, my love, things have just fallen into place. I love working here and have made a few good friends that we occasionally have over for dinner and drinks.  I guess I am settling in well.  My thoughts are interrupted. "Hey, girlfriend, the doctor is ready for you in room three.  He is doing an exam and needs you to assist,"  the receptionist tells me.  "Stop dreaming about that man of yours!" she teases.  I give her a big grin and hurry away.  I was non-stop all day. There was not even enough time for lunch.  I snuck away at three o'clock for a cup of tea and to eat my sandwich, Monterrey Jack Cheese with sliced plum tomato on honey oat bread.  I sat in the breakroom alone and checked my phone, no call, no text from you. I started thinking about yesterday.
    It was Sunday and I had to go to work. Even though the practice wasn't open seven days a week, we were there on weekends until 1pm for emergencies and it was my weekend to work.
   You got up before me and didn't wake me up, even though I asked you to.  You told me I need my sleep.  You don't know how much I need you more.  And tonight, when I get home from work, you won't be there. Our home seems too big and empty without you and our bed even worse.  I try to push the lonely thoughts out of my mind.
    I remembered last night. Because I was working this last weekend and you and I didn't get much time together. Sunday, you were helping a buddy with some home repairs and came home after I did, exhausted, covered in paint, plaster and sawdust. Kissed me and went upstairs to shower, leaving me smiling to start dinner. After a long, hot shower, you felt more relaxed and content.  You came downstairs to the kitchen.  I was standing at the stove, adding fresh rosemary to the pan; you walked over to me, came up behind me, put your arms around me, kissing the back of my neck.  "Hi, baby, what are you cooking?  Dinner smells good.  What can I do to help?" you asked.  "Sweetie, would you pour the wine? Dinner is almost ready." I answered.  We shared a simple dinner of Veal Marsala on Angel Hair Pasta with grated Parmesan cheese and a nice Pinot Grigio. And as is already our tradition, the table is set simply but elegantly. You know how much I love flowers, so you bring me flowers every week, fresh seasonal bouquets for our table. You lit the creamy vanilla candles, poured the wine in our oversized wine glasses, carried the bowl of cheesy pasta and tender veal scallops in savory wine and mushroom sauce to the table and sat down.  It had only taken me 30 minutes to get dinner on the table.  I smiled as I  watched you eat, enjoying every bite. I looked at you, picked up my wine glass and said, "ti amo, questo e altro."  You picked up your glass and replied, "ti amo" ; took a sip of wine and kissed me.  You may not know much Italian, but you know enough.  We lingered over dinner, talking about everything and nothing.  When we were done, we cleared the table. did the dishes and straightened up, sharing laughs, hugs and more kisses. You went into our living room as I blew out the candles.  You lit the fireplace in the living room and with another glass of wine, we cuddled on the couch and watched a movie.  It was one of my favorite times to be snuggled with you on our plush fawn sofa, feeling your warm body against mine.  I could feel you relaxing as you were nodding off.  Finally at about midnight, you announced that it was bedtime, we both had to work early in the morning.  I dutifully went upstairs, while you locked up and shut off the lights. I changed into my soft fleecy dark blue robe and climbed into our bed. You came upstairs, visibly weary.  You laid out your clothes for work, undressed and climbed into bed. Slipping off my robe I nestled close to you, felt your skin against mine, and you held me and kissed my neck. "Baby, you're wonderful," you murmured drowsily.  I thought to myself, this is what I have waited my whole life for, a man who loves me.  You nuzzled into my neck, one more kiss and then I heard your breath, slowing down and falling into a regular rhythm.  You were so tired from working, I am glad you had already fallen asleep. I looked at you...thinking about how much I love you and need you.  I hugged you tighter, careful not to wake you. Laying on your side, you took one arm and one leg and put them over me.  And I drifted happily to sleep, content in your arms.  When my alarm went off this morning, I reached over but you weren't there.
      I looked up at the clock, I needed to get back to work. After a few more patients, I sat down at the desk to enter nursing notes, laughing with the receptionist about the craziness of a full moon Monday, until it was time to go home.  I find my ride and we walk out to her car; she tells me she will pick me up tomorrow morning at about 11:30. Tuesdays are my short days most weeks. The ride home was uneventful; everyone seemed quiet and I got dropped off first.
     Waving bye, I unlock the door, grab the mail and go inside.  I flip on lights, kick off my shoes and hang up my jacket.  In the kitchen, I put on the kettle.  Looking around for some dinner, I decide on a cup of creamy tomato bisque with some toast and maybe some grapes for dessert.  After looking through the mail, I put it on your desk.  Like everything else we do, we pay bills together. I warm the soup, make the toast and tea; taking my dinner to the kitchen table, I sit alone, just me and my laptop. I can't stand to cook for just me and I don't set the table.   My sandwich sits on a paper towel.  My tea is in my pink bunny mug.  A far cry from the beautifully set table of last night.  While I eat, I check my email.  An old girlfriend is on line and we chat awhile, catching up on both our lives.  I am trying to convince her to come and stay over the Christmas holidays.  I have a week off and it would be a perfect time to visit. 
     You and I have planned a trip back east for a few days during the US Thanksgiving holidays to visit with my family in two weeks.  You have a week off and I took a week off.  We had decided to drive there. It is a 10 hour drive, but for you probably eight, another advantage of loving a man who drives a firetruck.  It made sense for us for many reasons. By driving there, we have the advantage of having our own car to get around.  And when not with family, I can take you sightseeing: Plymouth Plantation, the Public Garden Downtown Boston, Fanueil Hall Marketplace, all lit for Christmas.  And, instead of mailing Christmas presents, we can bring them with us, handy when you have as many presents as Santa. 
    We knew that we both wanted to spend Christmas in our own home.  Canadian Thanksgiving with your family; US Thanksgiving with mine and Christmas home, that works for us. However everyone is welcome in our home all through the holiday season.  All I need to make my holidays special is you and this year we both have Christmas off.
    When it comes to Christmas I am like a little kid, I love everything about it, shopping, wrapping, cooking and decorating.  We will start decorating when we get back from Boston and everything will be done before the Christmas party.  I can hardly wait! Everything seems so special at Christmas. And now with you, everything is extra special. The kind of love we share makes my ordinary life a fairytale. You laugh when I call you 'my prince charming', but I can't help it. You make my dreams come true. 
    We are both traditional, when it comes to Christmas and our home will be decorated for the holidays with classic accents that blend in with all the things we love.  I am so excited about decorating our home this year and you indulge me.  I want to make our home beautiful for you. I want you to make you proud and happy. 
      I go over to the desk, open the drawer and take out my steno notebook and go back to the kitchen.  I am a listmaker. It's how I organize everything.  I like the fun and excitement of planning.  It can seem overwhelming but something about seeing the handwritten list, makes me feel organized and in control of my environment.  Also, It will help ensure we buy everything we need ahead of time.  I start a fresh page and write at the top "Outside".  You handle the outside decorating with a little input from me.  The outside will have multicolour lights everywhere and up on the porch, boxwood garland, intertwined with lights, tied up with big red and green plaid bows.  The front door and the side door, outlined in garland and lights, will have a simple mixed boxwood and balsam fir evergreen wreaths on the door, each with pine cones and matching bows.  I write one item per line, "lights, fresh garland, ribbon, florist wire, pine cones, find out if we need wreath hangers".  Next page, "Living Room". I will have you take down all the curtains and drapery in the living room, dining room and kitchen.  In each of the living room windows I plan to put a large balsam and fir wreath in the middle of the window, hung from wide ribbons, a simple bow at the top of the window and since you can see them from outside and inside our home, I use the same red and green plaid ribbon.  The fireplace mantle in the living room, will have an evergreen garland with holly and tiny coloured lights intertwined with ribbon.  A grouping of tall red pillar candles and Christmas greens in a simple wooden base you have built for me, will be on top of the fireplace mantle, just waiting for stockings for Santa to fill. Large red poinsettias will be banked on each side of the fireplace.  And over the mantle, on the wall, another Christmas wreath, this one decorated with pine cones, ribbon and multicoloured Christmas balls.  The fresh cut tree will be in front of the living room windows, decorated with our "blended family" ornaments and lit with traditional multicolor lights. I have brought my favorite ornaments with me, ones that remind of the happy times of my childhood.  And most important is mistletoe over the doorway tied with a small red ribbon. On the "Living Room" page, I write " take down curtains, BIG tree, find lights and ornaments, buy garland for the mantle, mistletoe, 4 large red poinsettias, 4 -20 inch wreaths, ribbon, 5 candles, ask if we need more lights, ask about garland on the staircase railing?". We come to the dining room.  The windows will be swagged with boxwood garland and white berries and white lights and a table centerpiece with a large white candle in a large glass hurricane shade and will echo the window decorations. I jot down, "2 boxwood garlands, small white berries, white fairy lights, large candle, hurricane lamp shade, and assorted greens, and a block of oasis floral foam. Find tablecloth."  My next page is titled "Kitchen".  Evergreen swags over the kitchen windows decorated with gingerbread stars, cinnamon sticks and red gingham ribbon will make the house smell like Christmas. So it's "2 evergreen swags, red gingham ribbon, long cinnamon sticks, pine cones, Take down curtains, find holiday tablecloths and napkins, bake gingerbread ornaments, unpack Christmas dishes and stemware."  Next is my favorite, "Our Room".  For our bedroom, I have brought with me some very special ornaments I have hand crafted.  They are clear glass and some have a downy white feather in them, some have few tiny seashells in them with a bit of sand and some are iridescent. I also have small pale mother of pearl seashells hung on fine silver cording. And you don't know it yet, but I want us to start our own tradition of buying an ornament for our tree that reflects our life at this moment in time.  This year I have already purchased a white glass ornament with a crescent moon hand painted on it, engraved with "I love you right up to the moon — and back."
     I plan on decorating the tree with tiny white twinkling lights along with my ornaments, seashells and small white velvet and lace bows.  I know you will love it.  It will be so romantic and the bedroom will smell amazing. As much as you give me a hard time, I know you love the fact I am romantic.  On the bedroom page, I write, "6 ft tree, white lights, silver balls, velvet ribbon and lace, 6 white pillar candles".  Next are our guest rooms.  A new page "Guest Rooms",  I write " 2 -16 inch wreaths Well this looks manageable.
    I am so excited just thinking about decorating our home for the holidays. My goal is for our home to be warm and inviting as well as festive. 
    You are already planning a Christmas Party. I have to remember to run the menu by you.  My plan is plenty of appetizers and finger foods: sweet and sour meatballs, crunchy chicken wings, scallops and pineapple chunks wrapped in bacon, cheese and bacon stuffed mushrooms, platters of marinated shrimp and lobster chunks, chicken satay, stuffed cherry tomatoes and mini crab cakes, and assorted cheeses with crackers.  And I will keep dessert simple: assorted brownies, cheesecake bites, miniature cream puffs, Italian cookies and a sweet cream dip with fresh fruit and pizalles, but I think I will surprise you with your favorite hot chocolate pudding cake.  I figure I can start baking two weeks ahead of time and freeze the brownies and cookies. I already took the week before the party to do the cooking and baking.  The large refrigerator you insisted on buying will prove an excellent choice.
    This will be the biggest party you have had, because not only are your friends and family coming, but so are the people I work with.  My daughter has decided to come and visit for that weekend with a few friends.  With yours and mine, we will have a house full. And as much work as I know it will be, I am so looking forward to it.  I love cooking and baking and I love parties! 
    I flip to a new page in my steno notepad and start making my lists; first the menu, then the ingredients needed, and everything else we will need.  I am thinking that we need small plates and forks.  As long as I make sure everything is cut into bite sized pieces, we wont need knives or spoons. Back to my laptop, I search for dishes.  I found some really nice seven inch white square dishes on amazon that fit the bill, perfect size, only about twelve dollars per dozen.   And a case of dinner forks for only fifteen dollars per twenty four.  I order 8 dozen plates and 8 dozen forks. They will be delivered in about two weeks.  That is perfect.  China plates and flatware will pay for themselves after a few parties and make it easier for people to walk around eating and mingling and besides, they look so much nicer than paper.  I need to consult with you on the glassware we need.  Looking at my lists, this will be so much fun, I am as excited as a little kid. As I am ordering the flatware and dishes, it hits me, this is real.
     I look up at the clock. I can't believe it's already two o'clock in the morning. I need to go to bed.  The last thing I feel like doing is sleeping.  If I don't get some sleep, I will be exhausted tomorrow.  And I really want to get up early and spend some time with you before I go to work. I grab a fleecy white blanket and curl up on the couch.  I don't think I can face sleeping in our big empty bed. I am so tired and quickly fall asleep; thoughts of loving you in my head.
    It seems like I had been asleep for about five minutes, when I feel you pulling the blanket over me, tucking me in.  I open my eyes and see you grinning.  I break out into a smile.  "Morning, baby, so good to see you.  I missed you sooo much," I start to say, as you are kissing me, "hey! not fair! I'm not awake yet."  "I missed you too, babe.  Come on, little girl, come with Papa," you tell me.
"Oh, so not fair!" I reply.  You just look at me still grinning. You take my hand and lead me upstairs to our room.  I follow, not like I could ever resist you.  "Where are you taking me?" I coyly ask.  You answer me very matter of fact way, "I am taking you with me to bed.  I happen to know you go into work today at noon, so for the next three hours, I have you to myself. I have been thinking about you for the last 24."  I sink back into the warm waterbed and watch you undress.  You get in and hover over me.  You lean over and kiss me with a hard, deep kiss, parting my lips and slipping your tongue into my mouth.  Your kiss takes my breath away.  Any thoughts of resisting you are long gone. 
    I softly moan and that encourages you further. You rub your cheek across mine. Your beard scratches against my face. "Sorry, baby, I didn't shave yet," you murmur. You lift my shirt up over my breasts and kiss my belly, then kiss between my breasts.  I feel your beard on my tender skin. "I like when you don't shave," I whisper. You look at me with a smile on your face, "I know," you reply.  My anticipation is mounting.  I am beginning to feel so warm. You are fondling my ample breasts through my white silky bra and I can't get enough of you.  I arch my back and raise my body to you. You feel my skin getting hot and dewy and blow lightly on me, sending chills everywhere.  You pull my shirt up over my head and before I can get it off, you tie it around my wrists and onto our headboard. "Let's see you get away from me now," you say, as you unhook my bra. "You are mine,"  kissing my breasts.  I feel your tongue on my skin. I feel you getting aroused. You raise your lips to my mouth and I look in your eyes.  You have a devilish look in your eyes, giving me a long deep kiss. "Oh honey, I want this to last...never want it to end," I think to myself not sure if I uttered the words aloud or not. You kiss my neck and then again my breasts this time rubbing your stubbly cheeks against my hard, erect nipples and I close my eyes and chills run up my spine.  Your hand goes between my legs, feeling my heat through the cotton scrub pants, as you are sucking my nipples..biting, nibbling just a little, first one then the other.  My breathing gets heavier. Hearing my sighs, you untie the top of my pants, and slip your hand in, touching my white cotton panties, teasing me. You feel my wetness seeping through.  You pull the thin fabric to one side and slip your finger in.  I can't help myself, I unconsciously start to thrust my hips to you.  "Oh, that's my girl...that's my horny little baby, you want to come for me, baby?"  My only reply is a gasp and then a short cry.  You have found my clit and are playing with it.  I close my eyes and sensations are all jumbled together.  I don't even know what I am feeling anymore, except desire for only you.  You know me so well; know exactly where to touch me, what to do.  It has been that way since our first time together.  I remember that first time and how nervous and self conscious I was. How afraid I was that I couldn't turn you on. It seemed like I couldn't relax enough to give myself to you, to lose myself to you.  Your love, understanding and patience are limitless.  You kept murmuring words of love and desire in my ear.  Words I knew were true. And all my inhibitions dropped like the silky robe you had taken off of me, so slowly and so gently.  And as my inhibitions faded, my desire grew.  I knew I could never be with any other man.  I was yours, now and forever. You are everything I ever dreamed of in a man.
       "Oh honey, I want you so much...I want..I need to touch you," I moan. Straddling me, you raise yourself up so the tip of your cock just brushes my lips.  I open my mouth and run my hot wet tongue over the head, the skin now tight and smooth, swelling even more at the touch of my tongue.  I raise my head and take more of you in my eager mouth, sucking noisily.  You look down and watch me skillfully taking you in, swirling  my tongue around the head of your cock, finding the sweet spot and making my tongue hard, licking your magnificent cock ....so perfect ....so desirable; I hear you groaning, your eyes closed.  You look at me and smirk, "you are such a naughty girl, sucking my cock like that, I guess there is only one thing I can do."   You move back a little, so I can't lick you.  But you make sure I can see you, so very hard.  Your mouth moves down my body kissing my mouth, my neck, my cleavage, my belly and I can still feel your hardness against my leg as your hand slides down my inner thigh. You lift your head and look at me again "come on, my naughty nurse, these pants have got to go," you say as you take them off. Your hand goes between my legs, "you are a bad girl..look at how wet these pretty panties are."  You flick my clit with your finger.  You move down lower, between my legs.  I feel your unshaven face on my thigh and shudder, moaning louder.  "Let me loose.  I need my hands. I need to touch you, feel you," I plead.  "Baby, you will...just not yet," you reply.  My senses heightened, I feel your heavy breaths on my skin, sending shivers and goosebumps over all of me.  I am trying so hard to keep control, but I don't even know why I am trying. I can never resist you.  You know exactly where to touch me, exactly what to do to make me lose control and I always give in, the anticipation is driving me crazy.  I am trying to hold back. But the feelings are overwhelming..my nipples tingling, your hard cock rubbing against me, your breath on my pussy, your fingers on my clit. Then you stop suddenly.  I am watching with rapt attention as you touch the tip of your cock. I can see the precum on your fingers.  I close my eyes; this is past teasing now, this is almost torture.  I feel you put your fingers in my mouth so I can taste you.  I open my eyes and turn my head.  You are beside me, your cock is so close to my lips again.  I stick out my tongue and lick the precum off the tip.  There aren't any need for words. You move closer to me. I take more of you in my mouth. My hips are wiggling, my nipples hard and erect, my clit throbbing.  You are very aware of what you are doing to me.  You bring your hands up to where I am tied. Finally, you are going to let me loose.  Let me touch you, fondle you, pleasure you.  But instead of untying me, you make sure I can't get loose.  I whimper, "please, baby?".  You bend over and kiss my mouth, deeply and so hard you almost bruise my lips.  "Babe, I told you, for the next few hours you are all mine." you explain.  You kiss my mouth again, then my breasts, my nipples, sucking on them one at at time, your hands fondling the other breast. You bite my nipples, grazing them with your teeth.  They are so tender from you, tingling and stinging.  You kiss between my breasts, your moustache scratching my skin, then you kiss my belly.  You move on top of me.  Laying your body on mine, I feel your full weight. I can't move.   I can feel your cock rubbing against the lips of my pussy.  I have been struggling, trying to keep control as hard as you are trying to make me lose control.  You run your hands down my body. I feel your hands all over me. The passion is rising to a fever pitch, wet skin against wet skin.  You are going to make me cum.  I can feel the sexual tension intensifying.  I want you. I want you in me.  "Fuck me; fuck me hard," I beg, "I need to feel your cock inside me, filling me up."  I raise my legs and wrap them around you.  Lifting my hips off the bed to meet you...meet every thrust.  I want you to feel as good as I do.  I grab your cock with the muscles in my pussy.  I am squeezing you hard, milking your cock.  I want you to cum too.  I want to feel you lose control and explode.   I want to squeeze every drop of come out of you.  I feel your body tense.  I don't want to orgasm till you do.  I want to give myself to you totally.  As I feel your body tense, I kiss your lips, hard.  I grab your tongue with my teeth, gently.  You put your tongue in my mouth, I suck on it.  You pull it out of my mouth, and look in my eyes. I catch my breath and bite my lip.  I can see the animal lust in you and it excites me even more.  Your thrusting gets faster and I crash into waves of ecstasy, so blinding I cant remember where I am or what time it is, all I know is you.  I hear your first  low earthy growl, matched by my soft cries.  I feel you. I feel the rush of red hot cum, inflaming me.  And its starts me, wave after wave of intense pleasure bring me to an crescendo of euphoria. I am still shaking, still shuddering, as you lay on me in exhausted contentment.  You reach up and untie my wrists.  My arms are aching from being tied so long, but I don't care.  Being helpless, anticipating your moves, giving control over to you made the sensations so much more intense.  You hold me in your arms so lovingly. Your touch is so soft, as you stroke my cheek, whispering words of love. You rub my sore shoulders and kiss them.  I hold you close, never wanting to let you go.  I cradle you in my arms, holding your head against my breasts.  You are kissing them.  I can't believe how much I love you, love your hug, your kiss, your touch.  I can't ever imagine living without you.

Moonlight draws your colors in the dawn
while the sound of silence in the wind
fills like an empty song

As the rain begin to fall down
like a million tears
and the heaven shining through the clouds
girl, I can feel you here

Don't you ever loose me, I could never loose you
can't you feel me?

we are love
like the Earth and ocean
we're the same devotion you and me
we are love

Je t'aime, mi amor, io ti amo, we are love
adoro te, tutto al mondo, we are love

Sunlight burning deep into the eyes
and it blinds the sadness of a tear
so we can see the sky

When you ever feeling lonely
and love's get you down
hear the beat in whispers of my heart
I know you've come around

I will always need you
if you aver need me, can't you see?
we are love
like the Earth and ocean
we're the same devotion you and me
we are love

Je t'aime, mi amor, io ti amo, we are love
adoro te, tutto al mondo, we are love

Lift you hands, let's your feelings rise
we're like a river flowing to the sea
You and me

Il Volo

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Qyrc3cwWeg

Cinnamon Girl

     I cuddle with my lover; feeling your warm body envelope me, still slightly sweaty from our intense lovemaking and you feel so good. I turn my head a little and lightly kiss your face and lips.Thanking all that is good in the Universe for the joy of having you in my life.  I know how lucky and how blessed I am.  Snuggling in closer to you, wanting to feel all of your skin next to mine, the hair on your body tickling my back, I am smiling, happy and content. How I wish this moment could last forever.

      I hope you are sleeping well and dreaming of me. I feel you stir just moving against me. Your strong arms come around and hold me. I feel safe.  I feel loved. I just love being with you. I just love you.

    I woke up late this morning to the sun shining in my eyes. As soon as I awoke, I could still feeling the tingling in my body from where you bit and rubbed last night. What a night!  I just keep thinking it can't get any better and yet it does.  I lay in bed just relishing the feeling of being yours, being in your arms.  I know I have to start my day but just five more minutes laying with you, my love, thinking of our lovemaking. But I know cannot delay any longer, I need to get up.  So very carefully and reluctantly, I slip out of your arms. You stir again, but don't awaken.  Heading to the bathroom, I pick up my slacks and shirt, panties and bra scattered on the bedroom floor and put them in the hamper.  I can smell you on me and I hate to shower this morning; just wanting it to linger. In the shower, the warm water feels so good on my body.  I load my scrubby with cinnamon shower gel and rub it over me. It makes lots of bubbles and feels so soft against my skin,  I think of you last night, your soft tongue licking the small drips of honey off of my body.  Already I am getting aroused. I shampoo my hair trying to get my mind on my day, but you make it so very hard. I think of your touch, your hands calloused, but gentle caressing me, arousing me, as the warm water rinses my skin, the soap and water running over my nipples made tender by your hands and teeth. I audibly sigh. I use the hand held shower head and rinse off.  The feeling of the soothing water on my body..the body you have branded for all time as yours.  I love the feeling of the tingling, going down my belly flowing between my legs. Soaping well again, the scent of cinnamon just lightly mixing with our scent, the scent of our sexual intimacy. I resist the urge to touch myself because since you have been in my life, nothing is the same. You have spoiled me; you are such an incredible lover.  You have worked your magic on me and made me want only you- just you. You have me totally enamored; I wonder if you know how you make me want to lose control. I wonder if you could ever know how much I adore you; how I have built my world around you. 

     I step out of the shower and dry myself with my big fluffy, white towel. Walking into the bedroom, you are gone. The towel wrapped around me, I lie back, on your pillow; wishing, remembering every touch, every kiss, every caress.  Just the scent of you is enough to awaken my desire for you.  I can barely control myself. Touching myself gently, I am moist from the shower and wet from thoughts of you.  I lay back thinking of you, your smile, your eyes, and your body. A car horn beeps outside and brings me back to reality. My ride is downstairs and I am not ready.  Damn! I quickly throw my black maillot swimsuit on, my black yoga pants and a white v neck t-shirt, grab my canvas gym bag, slip into my sneakers, still untied and run out the backdoor, smiling as I get into my girlfriend's car, feeling so happy, so well loved and so wanted, knowing it's just a matter of time till I am back in my baby's arms...back in your arms.  She notices my smile and teases me about "getting some".  She just has no idea! I smile not saying a word.  She is jealous enough already.  There is only one you, and she has already asked if you have an available brother, uncle, dad.   
    The only reason I go to yoga classes, is so I can get a ride to the gym.  Left to my own devices, I would skip yoga and head right to the pool, playing in the warm water for hours, but for me, yoga is necessary more for my mind than body. Practicing breathing techniques, meditation, guided visualizations, chanting, and reading inspirational texts all help me center and focus. It helps me calm my ever inquisitive mind and to focus my gratitude for all I have. The eight limbs of yoga are social restraints, personal observances, postures, breath control, sense withdrawal, concentration, meditation and ultimately, transcendence. This final limb, known as Samadhi, is the ultimate objective of yoga: to transcend the self and become one with the universe. And most days I wonder how the cat tilts and spinal twists are supposed to make me one with the universe. But who am I to argue with 5000 years of wisdom?  After the class, I head to the heated pool for an hour, my reward.  On the way home, we stop for coffee and croissants decadently filled with rich, dark chocolate.  Chatting about what has been going on in her life, filling me in on the various men she has been dating, my friend stops, looks at me and asks  "you've been very quiet today, is the honeymoon over? You can tell me; we are best friends".  I look at her beaming. "Don't think it will ever be over," I reply, "I have found the perfect man."  She looked at me and earnestly responded, "He really loves you.  He is crazy about you.  And you deserve it."

      Coming home, relaxed from the pool.  I make myself a hot cup of tea and sit in an overstuffed dove grey chair in our living room. I sit sideways, my feet over one of the arms, cradled, reading Rolling Stone Magazine, trying to figure out who exactly is cool, why and do I agree.  Glancing at the clock, I sit drinking my English Breakfast tea silently planning.  You are off on another of your projects, no doubt completely engrossed in measurements, sawdust, plaster and 2 X 4's.  This gives me time to tidy up and start dinner.  I chuckle to myself knowing what dessert is and it isn't apple cobbler.

    Our home is beautiful, efficiently modern, but with warmth and charm that belies its size.  It always seems to be the place our friends and blended family gather.  The colors we use in each room are the soft and muted colors of nature, from the sandy hues of the beach to the lush tones of a wooded forest, using rich accent colors that engage you. With plants everywhere, from the pale delicate Phalaenopsis orchids in our bedroom to the verdant ficus tree in our living room to the fragrant pots of herbs on the kitchen window sill. You have made sure everything in it, is "us", the colours, the textures, all inviting and comfortable.  You listened to my input, added yours and customized it precisely.  You did the construction and I did the decor. We planned and searched to find exactly what we wanted, both of us at an age where we no longer settle in any area of our life. The time for "making do" was long over for both of us.  You are the man I had always dreamed of.  Life had given me a present I never even knew I how much I craved.  And although I do love our home... I know I would give it all up in a heartbeat,  I know where you are, is my home.

    Getting up, I put on the white chef's apron, that used to be my grandmother's.  I look in the fridge. What to make for dinner?  It has to be something that will hold until you are finished with your work.  Since I am never exactly sure when that will be, I have to make something that will keep, easy to reheat. I decide on meatballs and linguine.  Since it is a crisp autumn day, it's a perfect day for simmering a homemade sauce.  Browning the meat in fragrant olive oil, adding plum tomatoes basil and garlic, soon the kitchen is filled with the warm and comforting smells, I remember from my Nonna's kitchen.  She taught me everything I know about cooking with love.  Family and friends always congregated in her kitchen.  The food was delectable and plentiful.  No one ever went away hungry.  And I cook the same way, simple, delicious food. The homemade pasta is drying on a rack, ensalada is made and in the refrigerator and fresh crusty Italian bread is on the counter. 

       I pass by the dining room mirror and laugh; I'm not exactly glamorous, with white flour smudged on my face, my apron abstractly painted with tomato sauce. But before I have a chance to even clean myself up, you walk in the back door to the kitchen.  Excited, I rush over to kiss you. You look tired and haggard.  But a smile creeps across your face, "Having fun I see?" as you wipe flour from the tip of my nose.  Winking at you, "Always, but you're early, dinner wont be ready for a hour yet. Sorry, honey." I answered your unspoken question.  "I really want a shower, so it all works out." you say then pausing,  "Something smells really good."  You kiss my neck and you tell me, "mmm yes just delicious."  Smiling I tell you to go hop in the shower and I will bring up tea for us.

       You go upstairs and shortly after I follow with mugs of steaming tea in my hands. I put them down on our bureau and sit on the bed to wait for you. I have your favorite bath towel in hand. I look for the almond oil to massage your back and shoulders. I know a hot shower and a good back rub will unwind you. I hear the water stop in the shower and I come in in time to see you stepping out.  You smile at me, beads of water still clinging to your skin.  Standing still, looking at me, you are so inviting, so desirable. I come up to you and start drying your body with the plush towel. I wipe down every part of you, very softly and gently, kissing you here and there.  They are just soft light kisses, just enough to hear you gently moan.  I want you to anticipate what I have in store for you tonight.  I have waited for you all day. I don't care how tired you are, baby, tonight you are mine... all mine.   My arms around your neck, I look into your eyes and kiss your lips deeply, as I feel you naked flesh against me. Everyday I find more things I love about you. You murmur my name.  The sound of my name on your lips is the only aphrodisiac I ever need.  You draw me closer and kiss my forehead, kiss my eyes, kiss my nose, and I ache for the taste of your mouth on mine.  I put a little oil on my hands and start massage your shoulders; your muscles loosening at my touch.  I kiss your neck.  I continue rubbing down your back all the way to your buttocks, long effleurage strokes, slowly and methodically. I can feel your body relaxing. All thoughts of dinner are gone, as I pull you onto the bed on top of me.

   You look and me with a wry grin and ask "But dessert can't come before dinner?  And besides I need my strength to tangle with you later, woman."

    You are so practical. I think of the pot of water boiling on the stove, the pan of sauce simmering on the back burner, and the cinnamon-sweet apple cobbler waiting for the oven.  I look at you and make a face, sticking out my tongue. You reply "now, now, now there is plenty of time for that later.  Didn't you ever hear the way to man's heart is through his stomach? I am starving!" you laugh.  "You know sometimes, just sometimes, mind you, I hate that you are so sensible, besides I already have your heart; it's the rest of you I want now." Looking at you, I give you a kiss and I just have to smile.  I get up off of the bed, muttering to myself, just loud enough so you can hear, "And I was sure this look was a turn on," I chuckle as I look at myself in the mirror- no make up, hair tied back, dirty apron, yoga pants and a t shirt.  You had already slipped on dark blue plaid cotton pajama pants and a a dark navy work t shirt.  You look at me, kiss me, then playfully slap my ass.  "Don't worry, baby.  You turning me on has never been a problem.  Now keeping you down to a simmer...that's a problem!" you say.  I look at you and just shake my head, you are so lucky I love you" I tell you, as I walk away and I can barely hear you whisper back "I know".

    Grabbing our tea mugs, we head into the kitchen.  You telling me about the frustrations and challenges of your day. I hear the soft sighs in your voice.  I can tell how tired you are. But you are home now, you can relax, unwind and recharge. 
    I set the table for two, a ritual I love to do, after too many nights of eating alone.  Beautiful, homespun stoneware brings a vibrant, organic look and feel, a prism of light sand and stone colors create a backdrop to highlight the subdued leaf pattern, while each piece is complemented by a rich, dark underside, paired with rustic hand blown wine glasses in a mellow tint with rounded pedestal bases; the clean, traditional and timeless lines of our silverware, all set on a beautiful ivory leaf tablecloth, constructed of all natural woven fabrics; with fresh sunflowers and bittersweet accenting the colors on the table along with two small terracotta candles to add ambiance and warmth. 
    I know how much you like things around you to be understated yet elegant, simple but aesthetic.  It is the artist in you.  You have superb taste in everything you choose. And I have tried to make our home a delight to the senses.
    Usually, we have a good Chianti with pasta, but I looked for something different, something special for you tonight.  The wine the vintner suggested is a firm red wine with black fruit, oak and herbs, and proposes to be a wonderful pairing for the hearty meat sauce.  As you pour the Cabernet Sauvignon, the dark berry colored wine filled the glasses, the bouquet hinting of toasty espresso, I drained the pasta and put into a over sized low bowl made especially for serving it.  Pouring the tomato sauce on the pasta, the savory aroma fills the air.  In a slightly smaller bowl, I serve the meatballs and morsels of tender pork that had flavoured the sauce as it cooked for hours. After popping the home made apple cobbler into the oven and setting the timer, I pulled out the simple ensalada of butterleaf lettuce, fresh basil and plum tomatoes, dressed with a dash of balsamic vinaigrette and topped with thick shreds of romano cheese from the refrigerator.  You carry the hot food to the table.  Sneaking a small piece of the savory meat, you smile at me and give me a "thumbs up". I have introduced you to my family tradition of eating your salad after your pasta, with chunks of Italian bread to mop up the extra dressing.  I dish out the steaming linguine dripping with the garlic and basil infused sauce, topping your pasta with fresh grated parmesan cheese.  Before we eat, we pick up our over sized wine glasses and toast as my great grandmother did, "per questo e altro, salut".  It literally means for this and another, but the real meaning is gratitude for all we have today with hope for tomorrow.  "Cent' anni. Grazie, il mio bel, ti amo", I tell you my heart so full of love, as I get lost in  your eyes.  And the last thing on my mind is dinner. 

     In our home, dinner is a leisurely paced meal often taking a hours, eating, drinking, talking and forgetting about the world.  It is "our time" for each other, letting no one else in.  And when we have the pleasure of sharing it with our families, it is a bonding time, a time to "catch up" and reconnect, as well. 

     Sitting close to you, I watch you eat, savoring every bite, every sip.  I pick up my fork and taking a small bite, feed you the rest.  You look at me, smile and open your mouth.  I continue, feeding you mouthfuls of pasta and meatballs.  Your take the fork in your mouth and teasing pull away, never taking your eyes off me.  "Oh honey, I got sauce all over your mouth..let me clean it off," I reach over and lick your lips, ending with a deep kiss.  Silently, you take your finger, dip it in the sauce and rub it on my lips.  Then you return the favor.  "Mmmm, that's nice...what else tastes good?" I wonder aloud.  Again you dip your finger in your plate, and drip the sauce down the front of my low cut shirt onto my cleavage.  "Let's find out," you grin at me.  You get up out of your chair and come over to me.  I stand looking at you smiling.  "We need to take that white shirt off before you get sauce all over it, don't we?" you ask still grinning, while your hands, under my shirt already, undo my lacy white bra. "We can't let these pretty things get all dirty," you say as you pull my shirt and bra off in one movement.  I am standing there topless, tomato sauce dripping between my large full breasts.  Backing me up against the kitchen island, you lean over and lick the sauce, your hands finding my nipples, rub them and pinch them, rolling them between your fingers, chafing them just a little.  I cradle your head between my breasts, as you lift me just enough so I am sitting on the counter.  You grab your dinner dish and wine glass off of the table and put it beside us.  Dunking your fingers in the dish, you spread the sauce on my nipples.  "Oh honey, what if somebody walks in?" I half heartedly protest, not really caring at all. "They can serve themselves dinner," you reply with a mischievous smile.  You very slowly, very deliberately lick my nipples.  Your tongue making circles on the areola. I look down at you and watch you, so arousing, so intent on teasing me.  I watch your tongue as it flicks my nipple.  And immediately, I feel a warmth flooding my body, as my skin flushes pink.  Your hand is rubbing my crotch through my thin pants. The feeling now concentrating between my legs.  I feel the heat followed by feelings too hard to describe; feelings of desire, feelings of need and feelings of love, all jumbled together. And then it starts- the urgency, the wetness, the hunger.  As I watch you skillfully putting me under your spell, I am having such a hard time keeping still, arching my back, moving my hips in small elliptical movements, my arms still wrapped around you holding you tight as shivers go up my spine. You look up at my eyes, seeing the reflection of your own mounting desire. "You OK, babe?" you ask knowing full well the answer.  You run your finger from between my full, soft breasts down to where you can play with the waistband of my pants. I grab the back of your shirt and pull it off of you.  "Ohh, frisky", you laugh. "So much more than frisky, careful baby; you are starting a blaze" I smile back at you.  "Yeah, I feel the heat," you say sliding your hand into my pants, "but I think I can handle it."  I gasp for air.  You pull your fingers out and lick them, "mmm, always my cinnamon girl."   You lay me back on the countertop, lift my legs slightly and pull off my pants.  "I want you," I whisper against your neck, and my fingers go into your hair. I am visibly shuddering, so consumed by my desire.  You are watching me, listening to every gasp, every little moan, hearing me whisper your name. You never fail to stir my blood and I know you love the way I respond to you; never a hesitation or an excuse.  I want you.  I can never get enough of you. Every fiber of my being aches to be reconnected with the other half of my soul. You want me as much as I want you, but you want to prolong our lovemaking. Tonight you have the great need to savour me, to pleasure me.  My response was sensual, tempting you to indulge further; my legs easing apart with encouragement from your caressing hand. You touch me and are unable to resist the sensation of the moistness beneath your fingers and hardened pearl rising to your touch; the utter pleasure of touching the silky smoothness proves too tempting. You grab your wine glass and pour just a little of the ruby liquid onto my overheated skin, gently licking it off. Pouring more wine just a little lower. The anticipation of your touch is driving me crazy. Your tongue slides over my skin just a little lower now. Smoothing your hand along my leg, you slipped your hand in between my thighs; my soft sighs increased as you touch me. Your fingers gently separating the silky lips.  Like a musician now, totally absorbed in the movement of your fingertips over the keys, you raise your head and kiss my mouth again.  I suck on your tongue, tasting the rich Cabernet, tasting you.  Will I ever be able to drink this wine without remembering your sweet lovemaking?  You kiss me, lower and lower still. Then stop, just looking at me, looking at the slightly swollen pink lips, and the hard nub, now erect and so wet.   You feel a rising hunger, and nothing is going to stop you from taking what you want. And you seem to want every part of me.  Restless with desire, my soft whimper grows louder.  The minute your mouth goes on me, seeking that pearl, running your tongue in figure eights around, I call out your name over and over again, pleading, begging for release.  You want to feel that passion build.  You feel as every muscle in my body tightens. You hear me crying your name telling you how much I want you and need you.  As you start to suck on my clit, you slip a finger inside me, touching my most inner being and then another. I don't think I can stand much more.  Your mouth now breathing in my wetness until, with an agonised cry, I stiffen and shudder. Your tongue works it's magic on me and I have one, two, three orgasms in a row.  I need to push you away, but I can't. The pleasure of you is so intense, it hurts.  But I want more. I know I could withstand another orgasm.  Suddenly I feel myself transcend.  Was I still on earth? Was I in heaven? Your tongue brought me to my fourth orgasm and I knew God. And yours is the name I screamed out. Your hands part my legs slightly wider.  I feel your weight on me.  I raise my legs to accommodate you and draw you in, you as you penetrate me with slow gliding thrusts.  Then I lock my legs around your waist, my hips rising to meet yours. I squeeze your cock with my pussy. I feel your body responding and I squeeze harder. I don't let you out of me, riding you, meeting your every thrust. We were both burning. Dewy sweat on our bodies, you feel my hot breath on your neck.  You bend down and kiss me, deeply, your tongue searching for mine. I feel your pulse quicken; your body grow taut. Your heart is pounding with excitement. With every thrust, you are taking me somewhere, heaven or hell I don't know, but I am going willingly.  It seems impossible for you to hold back any longer.  My pussy is grabbing and squeezing your cock in  rhythm to your movements. Your hardness kissing my core in perfect harmony. You are thrusting faster and faster now, and you and I are one person. This time a moan tore through your chest and you shook all over as you started to pulse. I work my inner muscles and rock you through the climax, murmuring our secret language in your ear.  You let out a low growl, sated, exhausted; and nestled into my neck and kiss the bare flesh beneath your lips.  I cradle you to my breasts. "Baby, I love you more than I need you, and I need you more than I want you, and I want you more than you could imagine.  You're mine and in  another 50 yrs, we can renegotiate the terms."
    The afterglow of our satisfied bliss, was abruptly disturbed by the sound of a smoke alarm. You get up hurriedly and open the oven.  Smoke pours out.  You look at me and laugh.  "Good thing I already had my cinnamon and honey dessert," you chuckled as you look at the poor burned mess that was my apple cobbler.
    "Tu sei il mio amante bello meraviglioso e tutto mio." I smile at you.


Cinnamon Girl

I wanna live
with a cinnamon girl
I could be happy
the rest of my life
With a cinnamon girl.

A dreamer of pictures
I run in the night
You see us together,
chasing the moonlight,
My cinnamon girl.

Ten silver saxes,
a bass with a bow
The drummer relaxes
and waits between shows
For his cinnamon girl.

A dreamer of pictures
I run in the night
You see us together,
chasing the moonlight,
My cinnamon girl.

Pa sent me money now
I'm gonna make it somehow
I need another chance
You see your baby loves to dance

Neil Young


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aAdtUDaBfRA

Wonderful Tonight

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

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pmy_DL4d98Y

Heaven

The Lovers

Painting by Julia Watkins

 

 Heaven (Part 1)

    She woke rather lazily, as is her habit.  Mornings are definitely not her time of day.  If life were civilized, she thought to herself, the day would start at noon.  She reached her hand over to the other side of the bed and sighed to herself. Alone, wishing he was here. He has already started his busy day.  She felt the sheets where hours before his body lay- warm and inviting.  Rolling over, she could smell the delicious scent of his body mingled with hers in their pillows, savoring memories of their slow, sweet love making.  
     Was there really a life before him?  Yes, she had a life, but somehow he added the color to a grey existence. And it's true, she had a job she found fulfilling, family and friends that loved her and lots of diversions that captured her interest, but somehow the day he entered her life everything changed, suddenly everything became crystal clear. She realized that she had been going through the motions.  She hadn't been unhappy but something was missing and she had no idea what it was, till she met him. He seemed to add a new dimension to her life- and she wasn't even sure he realized it. He filled in the empty spaces. The sun shined brighter; the days were happier; even jokes were funnier.  It's crazy to feel this way, she thought and brushed that thought away, crazy? Maybe but she loved every second of it.  She had finally found what she didn't even know she was looking for.  He was the missing piece to her puzzle.
     She was sorry she had missed him this morning.  She loved to wake up before he did and just prop herself up on one arm beside him and watch him sleep-the long dark eyelashes, the soft, full lips, the whispered sighs- till she couldn't resist any longer and had to gently kiss him.  Slipping quietly out of bed, she would patter to the kitchen in bare feet and his t shirt, and make them both steaming mugs of Earl Grey tea.  It was one of the first things they learned they had in common- Earl Grey tea. She had told him that she didn't need honey for her tea because she had him. He would make faces at her and make all the pretenses of dismissing the idea as so "mushy".  But she knew he secretly loved it.  That was one of his words for her- "mushy".  In the beginning, she was worried that it meant he thought she was too sentimental, but soon realized he loved that part of her too- the part that cried at sappy romantic movies, laughed at his silly, clownish antics,  was always delightfully excited to see him.  He loved those childlike qualities she had. 
     When they first met she had revealed to him her real vulnerability- she had no pretenses about her.  In a world where people lied about love and were insincere about feelings, she was daring and foolish enough to wear her heart on her sleeve.  Her friends had often told her she cared too much..loved too much, but she never thought that was possible.  How could there ever be too much love?  Ever?  Wanting to believe people were basically good and would do the right thing if given the chance, so many times she put herself out there and had been disappointed and hurt.  It partially explained the paradox.  She would love, believe and trust...but then pull back afraid, guarding her heart, afraid she had revealed too much of herself, afraid of the rejection and the pain that would follow.  It was a test very few men ever had time for..until him.  He saw what she was doing and understood.  He didn't run away.  He was patiently loving and stalwart.  He was secure enough in himself to know she truly loved him and no matter how crazy her insecurities seemed to make her, her love and devotion were unwavering. He was the only one who "got it".  He saw her as a strong, creative, intelligent, dynamic woman and believed she was worth it.  This prince would fight his way through the thorny briar - for her; this hero would slay the firey dragon - for her, and all her life, it's what she had been waiting for. He had kissed her and broke the spell. Sometimes, it was so hard to believe, but he was real, faithful and true.  She had almost given up when she met him. She found everything she wanted in a man, everything she had dreamed of in him- loving and kind, caring and dependable, sensible and sexy, brilliant and talented.  She honestly believed there wasn't anything he couldn't do. And with him, she found herself stronger, more confident, better able to face her demons.
    The stolen moments in bed in the morning before he left for work were especially wonderful.  They would share ideas and plans over steaming mugs of tea. Kissing and hugging always left them both wanting more, but it was always a tease because they both knew he couldn't stay, no matter how much he didn't want to leave.  He would do almost anything for her, but he always kept his obligations. She admired him for his dependability and dedication and was so proud of him.  Everything he did, he did to the best of his ability. He was so reliable and responsible. And ever so sexy.
    Thoughts of him filled her head, as they always did, when she daydreamed.  Laying there, she closed her eyes and could feel his hands.  Even the thought of his touch ignited her.  It's funny how she never thought a man could awaken her desires, for so long neglected, for so long ignored.  He did it the first time he smiled.  Now, she lay on his side of the bed remembering how hot his skin felt against hers, how gently but passionately he would kiss her- long, hard and deep.  When he kissed her that way, she couldn't resist him.  His hands caressing every part of her body.  He was slow and meticulous; his lovemaking was intense.  He anticipated her every breath, her every movement. 
     Thinking about his fingers, his lips and his tongue, stirred her.  It was as if she had no control over her body or mind.  She raised the t shirt she wore up over her ample breasts exposing the nipples.  She brushed her fingertips across her hard nipples and still feeling the tingling of his gentle bites.  Her desire grew.  She no longer wanted him.  She needed him.  Her hands went between her legs.  Her fingers found their way to her sweet spot. Closing her eyes, a soft moan escaped her lips.  She opened her eyes to find him standing at the end of the bed.  "Would you like a little help", he asked smiling. 

Lovers by regina negra

 Heaven (part 2)

     She looked up at him completely enamoured. No one had ever looked so good to her. His dark, curly hair still damp from from the shower, drops of water still clinging to his tanned skin and that enticing little smile he gave her. Stepped out of the shower, he had heard her seductive sighs, so hastily he had covered himself with a towel and followed her provocative moans. Licking her lips, she didn't have to say a word. As he let his towel fall to the floor, her eyes told him all he ever needed to know. He watched as she gazed at his naked body longingly. He crawled into bed and slipped off her t shirt exposing all of her to him. Skin to skin, he laid so close to her, she couldn't feel where she ended and he began.
     He remembered their first encounter. How self conscious she was, to the point of tears, trying to cover her body as he pulled the sheet away. It wasn't until he held her close and kissed her while telling her how much he loved her and wanted her, all of her, that she finally relaxed.
     She never had to tell him how much she wanted him, although she did. She wanted him, totally, completely, passionately. It was the way she did everything in her life. There were never half measures for her. She gave all of herself. It's what had made her different. Much later, when he reflected on their first meeting, it's what had drawn him to her. At that time he had had no idea how long this ride would last, but he wanted on. He was sure it would be fun. As they had spent more time together and he began to really know her, their relationship had become so much more. He never wanted this to end. He fell in love. She was crazy, opinionated, idealistic and his. He had never been so sure of anyone in his life. Although emotionally battered and bruised, with great trepidation, she had opened up to him. She had trusted him with her heart. And he had promised her he would protect it and treat it like the rare jewel it was, a decision he had never once regretted.
     Life with her was nothing he could have ever imagined. Never before had he felt so loved and desired. No one had ever needed him the way she did. She insisted she saw the man he was, but he knew better. She looked at him through the eyes of love. In her eyes he had no flaws he was perfect; the thought made him laugh. Not everyone saw him this way. But he knew she was right, he was perfect, he was perfect for her. She admired him and wanted him but even more important, she truly loved him- loved the man he was. And that's all that mattered as far as he was concerned. She loved all the little things about him no one else noticed- the way the skin around his eyes crinkled when he smiled; the way he would sing to her, mumbling the words he didn't remember; the way his moustache curled when he laughed; the way his voice would lower and become so soft and sweet when he was telling her that he loved her; and how he would wag his finger at her when she whined and accused her of being a child- half serious and half smiling; she saw all the things in him he had always hoped he could be.
     At first, he had relished their time together and was afraid it would become rote and trite. He knew how these things went, like a flash fire, starting off large, bright, hot and fast, burning brightly for a short period of time and all too soon it’s done, over, nothing underneath to keep it going. But that was before he knew the woman she was. She had never let that happen and he was sure she never would. Red hot, that was the kind of love they had, occasionally flaring and burning bright but always hot under ashes, the spark never dying.
     She was comfortingly familiar but always exciting and engaging- a woman in love with life. And life loved her back, but not as much as he did. She wasn't a puzzle, but she was complex. He knew her better than most. But even he had to admit at times she confused him. She was bright and funny, yet intense and determined. She had a scathingly sharp wit but was caring and understanding. Her lovemaking was uninhibited and wild however she was sweet and romantic. She would bristle against injustices but forgive others quickly. She would be a strong and fiercely independent woman and then suddenly retreat to the safety of his arms, like the child she also was. In a world of rainbows, she was a kaleidoscope. And she belonged to him- body, mind and soul, and he knew it was because she wanted it that way.
     He took his hands and gently spread her legs apart. He watched her touching herself, slowly, deliberately. He could feel his own heat rising. He took her hand away and slipped the wet, honeyed fingers in his mouth and staring into her eyes, sucked on her fingers. Her eyes were as unique as she was, green, but flecked with grey and blue, the color of the ocean. She had a look when she was aroused- softer, more yielding. He knew it well. He would watch those eyes. He would watch the spark he kindled turn into a flame. And once he did, he knew there was no turning back. He would be consumed by her fire. He traced his finger down her inner thigh to behind her knee and kissed her there. He felt her hips gently quiver. Smiling at her, he kissed a little further up her leg.
     He knew exactly what he was doing to her. He knew how much she loved it. She sat up and pulled his mouth up to hers. Their lips met in a deep, wet kiss promising so much more. Her tongue exploring his mouth, he loved what that tongue could do and the mere thought of her impassioned touch made his heart race. She softly licked his lips, bit his bottom lip, sucking it in her mouth and was gently alternating between biting and sucking. Till he kissed her back harder while masterfully pushed her down to the bed. She was on her back and he was laying between her legs. Her arms were embracing him as his kisses moved from her lips to her neck. She shuddered and returned the kisses. Nuzzling into his neck, licking his ear, biting his earlobe, and whispering how much she loved him- how much she wanted him- how much she needed him, these words of love he never tired of hearing. She looked up at his deep brown eyes; she saw the lover she adored, the soul mate she searched for, the dream she never gave up.
     He ran his calloused hands down her sides to her hips. He knew she had never really been touched like this till he had touched her. She was so vulnerable and defenseless- at his mercy. He been always been careful because he knew her past relationships had left her insecure and guarded. He had taken down her wall, brick by brick and he would never betrayed her trust. He had brought her to heights of pleasure, she had only imagined. In turn, her intense passion had brought out the hunger he had almost forgotten.
He leaned down and left a trail of wet kisses from her neck to her chest carefully avoiding her breasts. She let out a little whimper. She had never pretended for a minute she didn't love his teasing. She felt his tongue caressing her full, soft breast, his moustache just barely grazing her creamy skin. She could feel his total excitement hard against her thigh. His hands cradled her breasts, holding them to his mouth allowing his tongue to draw circles around her nipples. Her hands were on him. She had to touch him. She ran her fingers through his hair. Her touch was electric. All thoughts of teasing her were gone. He wanted to make her moan, to hear her excited panting, to make her crazy, like only he could. He loved to listen to her as he made love to her. Her breath caught as he gently bit her nipple. She was so sensitive, and he used his tongue, his lips and his teeth on her, but he knew she especially loved his moustache.
     She tried to sit up, but he kept his weight on her. He knew what she wanted, to use that erotic tongue of hers on him. He also knew once she started, he couldn't let her stop.

 

Heaven (part 3)

     She lay back struggling against him. She wanted him and she wanted to pleasure him. It was not a choice ever, she had to pleasure him. It was selfish. She loved the wild, uninhibited man he would become at her touch. And her arousal would be increased tenfold as she made love to him. She stopped struggling, looked at him deeply, gazing into his hungry eyes, and whispered one word, "Please?". That one word was like fireworks.
     He released her and sat back. She took three pillows and propped them behind him. He was almost sitting straight up. She looked at him and smiled. He sat with rapt attention watching her every move. She knelt between his legs, leaned forward pressing into him. Her nipples just grazing his lips. As he moved forward to take them in his mouth, she quickly pulled away. Slyly, she winked. She wasn't going to make it easy for him. She wanted to drive him crazy with desire for her. He eyes followed her as she sat back on her heels opening herself to him. She put her finger inside those sweet lips. He stared as she touched herself, closed her eyes and arched her back. She got her finger so wet with her honey.  She touched his lips with that wet finger. And then drew a line down his chest and belly.  He felt his cock thicken, grow heavy and move as it straighted. She looked at him, licking her fingers. That tongue, he could already feel it. He watched her kiss his belly, and work her way down lower and lower. She loved to nuzzle into him, his musky scent her addiction. He pulled her up by the shoulders, she looked at him smiling, and he kissed her sweet lips, tasting her. 
     He was so hooked. It hadn't taken her long- red hair, green piercing eyes and a soft, voluptuous body with large pink tipped breasts. She had him from hello, but it was when she spoke- bright, witty and engaging, that when he fell in love. He remembered the first time he held her, the first time they made love. She felt as good as she looked and tasted even better. But what really got him, was the way she looked at him adoringly. It hadn't taken him long to realize how much he needed her. With her, his world made sense.
     She was playful when she made love, teasing and toying with him. "Oooo look what I found!" she cooed to him with a devilish gleam in her eye and a smirk on her face that made his lips slightly curl. Reaching in their bedside table drawer, she pulled out a bottle of cherry flavoured lubricant, pouring it over his swollen member like pouring chocolate syrup over ice cream. She made her tongue as flat as possible, and then slowly ran it along his cock from base to tip. Taking her time, she made sure her tongue covered his shaft even his balls but she carefully avoided touching the very tip of his cock. Biting his bottom lip with anticipation he watched her. Then she flicked her tongue over the smooth head, licking the last of the cherry lube mixed with his precum. Pursing her lips she gently blew. Shivers of bliss ensued and he had to close his eyes until the trembling ceased. This was a moment of such strong passion and deep emotions. She loved him so much. He knew that. This made their lovemaking even more intense. He loved her and he couldn't resist her. He wanted release, but he knew she wasn't done, not yet. He had lost all sense of time and space. It was all about him and her and this moment. No one or nothing else mattered.
     She loved the way he felt. His skin was so hot. He was like a man on fire. She licked his balls. He shuddered at her touch. Starting at the top left with her soft, wet tongue, she traced a path down along the side of his hard shaft and, once she reached the bottom swooped up the middle seam between his testicles. She backtracked down the seam, around the bottom, and up the right side. Gently she pulled his swollen orbs into her mouth; noisily sucking, first one then the other. She wanted them wet and hot. She wanted him to feel her, feel her passion. She then licked from his balls to his ass and back again concentrating on the small indentation behind his sac. Taking her finger tips stroked his cock so gently he could barely feel her. It was all so wonderful. He closed his eyes wanting to totally revel in the sensations but opened them again, not wanting to miss a thing. Dragging her tongue from his balls, up the hard shaft, taking the head in her mouth, she could feel it swell, the skin tight and shiny. She looked up at him. He looked delectable. She softly sucked him in, varying the rhythm and intensity to keep her movements unpredictable and exciting. She ran the tip of her tongue around the rim under the head, finding that sweet spot in front, where he loved to be touched and rubbed. He threw his head back and groaned, consumed with pleasure. She knew his body. Spreading her legs apart, she was grinding her wetness against him, keeping perfect rhythm. She, too, let out a little moan.
    He watched her licking his hot cock with the tip of her tongue. She made his heart thump in his chest. She made him feel so alive. She had such control over him and he wouldn't fight it even if he could. He revelled in it, and in the fact that she desired him so completely. She made it clear, she never got enough of him. Every nerve in his body was electrified. He could see her luscious lips around his throbbing cock, watching as his shaft disappear into her mouth. It was like a fantasy, feeling her mouth slide up and down him, giving him looks like she wanted to devour him.
       Her nails gently raking the inside of his thighs, sending a white hot rush up his spine. He grabbed her hair. Control was so difficult right now. She sucked him harder and with more urgency. He could feel how wet she was against his leg. He couldn't think. He didn't want to. All he could feel was earth shattering desire. All he knew was he wanted her. He wanted her honeyed sweetness. He had waited long enough. She looked in his eyes and knew he was going to take what was his.
     He leaned forward, grabbed her and pulled her closer. Her breasts flattening out against his chest. He rolled her on her back and laid on top of her,  His knees pushed her legs apart.
     He was so close to her now. His weight holding her down. He took both her wrists in one hand, holding them over her head. He kissed her dulcet mouth with urgency; his mouth making love to hers. With his other hand, he pressed against her mound, a finger slipping over those wet lips. She started small moans as she wiggled her hips against him.
She stopped struggling, looked at him deeply, gazing into his hungry eyes. She could feel his hard cock drag against her thigh, wet with precum. Moving up on her, he slid the tip in her, just enough to feel her heat. Very slowly, he pushed into her, sliding in deeper with each thrust. She was so wet and so yielding. Wrapping her legs around him, she pulled him in even deeper. She enveloped him and soon they were moving in rhythm. Their bodies entwined, their minds connected, their souls as one, kissing with passion and yearning that grew. With every thrust, she got wetter and hotter, that made him groan louder, as he felt his balls so wet from her. His hips slid back and forth, his body rubbed against her clit with each stroke, long deep strokes, that drove her wild. "Oh baby" she murmured, "faster, I can't stand much more of this". He was making sure she felt every move, every sensation. He felt her tense up, so tight on his shaft. She was taking him to the edge. He was not sure how much more he could take. He couldn't hold back any longer. Her hips were writhing in a figure eight motion. She was breath was shallow and fast, interrupted with her moans of pleasure and whispered words of love and desire. She was making him come. He had no control left; listening to her sultry, velvety voice, feeling her slippery and passionately in need, smelling their mingled lust.  Their eyes met and he could read her mind. He knew what she wanted. In a low, smoky voice, she whispered, "Give it to me, babe! Give it all to me! I want every inch. I want every drop. You are so mine." His passion was blinding. His need was immeasurable. He was trying to hold off waiting for the signal from her, knowing it would be more intense when he did. Those words were all he needed. The pleasure started rushing through his body, as he felt her tense. Their skin dewy, their breaths came in gasps, he couldn't hold out a second longer. He could feel it building, but he couldn't control it. It started just behind his balls, the same place she had been licking just a few moment before. His thrusts got faster. He raised her legs over his shoulders. Deeper into her he went.  One of his hands slipped between her legs and his fingers parted her lips, pulling her clit out from its hood, caressing it. Trying so hard to hold back, waiting for her. Her erotic panting and murmurs of desire, only made it worse.  He could feel her pussy tighten and squeeze his cock.  He was already there. The first spurt into her, red hot, and drove her wild.  She cried out his name.  And contraction after contraction, he gave himself all to her. She had his heart and soul already, now he gave her his body with unbridled passion and tender love.  He trembled.  He was blind to everything but her.  He felt nothing but her lustful abandon. 
     She felt him. She heard him.  She wanted him like she had never wanted any other man. His release was what she had craved, to feel him inside of her.  He was exciting and amazing.  She could never get enough of him.  His every sensuous move, every seductive sound aroused her even more; it set her aflame.  Her shameless desire was uncontrollable.  She bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming his name as she quivered in  anticipation.  He was a growing addiction she couldn't deny. Her breath quickened and her heart raced. "Come on, baby; Come for Papa" he whispered to her.  Hearing his deep, husky voice in her ear, feeling his rough hands fondling her, was electrifying.  Her need for release was intensified. He was unrelenting, watching her every move as he brought her to the edge of ecstasy.  Her joy was his joy. He felt every pulse, nuance, breath, vibration and together they reached for heaven. He watched her body stiffen.  She was rocking her hips as he moved his fingers.  "That's it, baby, come.  Come for me," he murmured. She dug her nails into his shoulders as wave after wave of seeming unending pleasure swept over her. Every time they made love, it just got better. He could feel her body convulsing as she climaxed. He felt euphoric and high. She had awakened in him the man he was.  It felt so good to love her, to make sweet love to her.  He kissed her hair and held her close.  She became soft and limp in his arms, not speaking or moving.  "Honey, are you OK?" he asked . Suddenly she looked up at him adoringly and smiled, "yes, love, just fine," she glowed. She snuggled in his strong arms, giddy and giggling. Grabbing her, he raised her face to his to kiss her lips and then grinned. She loved him; she cherished him; she really appreciated him. It showed in everything she did. Every act was an act of love.  And his love was everything she had dreamt of. 
     They laid in each other’s arms. His hand moved over her ample breast, holding it and massaging it, just loving how soft it was. She happily cuddled with him.  He was so warm and so relaxed, drifting off into sleep. It wasn't long till she heard his slow, steady breathing. "Just hold me, baby and never let me go" she purred into his ear.  Barely opening his eyes, a smile crept across his face, "Never", he whispered back, "Never". The way he held her as if he was afraid of losing her while he was asleep, made her feel so wanted and so loved.  She was sure this was heaven. "Oh, once in your life you find someone who will turn your world around bring you up when you're feelin' down. Yeah, nothin' could change what you mean to me. Oh, there's lots that I could say but just hold me now 'cause our love will light the way." Bryan Adams crooned. Laying her head on her lover's chest, she very softly sang along.

Heaven

There was only you and me
We were young and wild and free
Now nothin' can take you away from me
We've been down that road before
But that's over now
You keep me comin' back for more

Baby you're all that I want
When you're lyin' here in my arms
I'm findin' it hard to believe
We're in heaven
And love is all that I need
And I found it there in your heart
It isn't too hard to see
We're in heaven

Oh, once in your life you find someone
Who will turn your world around
Bring you up when you're feelin' down
Yeah, nothin' could change what you mean to me
Oh, there's lots that I could say
But just hold me now
'Cause our love will light the way

I've been waitin' for so long
For somethin' to arrive
For love to come along
Now our dreams are comin' true
Through the good times and the bad
Yeah, I'll be standin' there by you

Bryan Adams

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