As she opened the door, relief washed over her body. Relief coupled with another sensation, something she hadn't felt in a long while, longing. This longing not just a want but something almost physical she could feel to the very pit of her loins, could feel him there inside her.

He stepped over the threshold, pushed the door closed behind, it clicked. She had hardly a moment to breath before he was upon her, his mouth open on hers, gentle but needful. His body pushed against hers as they had both imagined, had hoped. She could feel him against her breasts, his hips, pulling her closer, could feel his passion growing pressed against her stomach.

His hands were everywhere, but not hurried. They touched and caressed, wondered upon her arms, around her neck followed by his lips and enquiring tongue, she could feel his warm breath across her skin. He stroked and caressed her breasts, but bared by her clothing, down around her waist across the soft skin of her stomach, urging her ever closer.

He penetrated her clothing, first tracing a hand up the back of her braless blouse, his warm hands lit a thousand fires inside. Not here she thought, she hooked her hand inside his belt and pulled him forward, towards but not onto the sofa.

He moved around her, now behind. She could feel him restrained by trousers but hard against the small of her back, he loosed her blouse, let it fall to the floor. His hands at once were back upon her, around her hips, across her stomach, cradling her breasts, massaging her nipples, she longed to feel his mouth upon them.

She turned to face him, he smiled big and wide, leaned in to kiss her, not of love but of want and desire. Love was a small part of that already given.

She searched forward with her hands, felt his hardness behind his jeans, wanted to feel him in her hands, unbuckled the belt, pulled down the trousers and made him kick them away. She reached inside, touched and pulled him free. It was gloriously warm, thick in her hands and heavy. She could feel her body making ready for his entry, he too was loosing her trousers, pulling them free, removing the last scrap of clothing.

She pulled him back onto the wide sofa, but he would not let her pull him inside, rather he lay next to her and gave her body the full attention of his hands and mouth. She could feel the heat, the fury growing within even before he touched her, played with her, pushed her open with his fingers and caressed that which was so moist with hunger. Slowly he moved, touching, playing and bringing to the surface the heat that felt like a furnace, changing the cadence of his touch when he felt she was near, returning to stimulate, building until there was no where for her to go. Her body pulsed. She didn't scream, there was no air left in her lungs to make a sound, instead as the tidal wave washed repeatedly over her body she became attached to all in the world, every fibre responding as if their normal powers had been multiplied by the power of thousands.

He moved, opened her beneath him and before she could make any mental step, first the tip and then the rest of his thickness eased itself into her, just thicker than her body could allow, almost painful if she hadn't been recovering from an overdose of pleasure. She could feel the whole of him inside, felt his body upon hers, his mouth ever searching around her neck, upon her lips. His eyes looking into her very being, this was what it was meant to be.

She could feel every vein and muscle as he eased in and out of her, slowly rhythmically, she opened herself as wide as she could and used her hands to reach around and urge his body deeper into hers, could feel her wetness easing his way, each motion creating waves of pleasure, pushing her wide, could feel the warmth building inside her once more. She urged him into her, her hands across his back pressing him to her body, she could feel him building as well, could feel is seed rising, wanted so to feel it pumping inside her.

He let out a long gasp, that came in waves, she could feel him filling her, could feel the thick weight of him inside pumping, urgently at first and then ever less frequently.

Submission: 30 June 2006
Revision: none