Dark 2

Continued from Dark.

I pressed my hand down, gently against her skin as she moved me lower, my fingers brushing through the soft, slightly haired skin, into a oer her moist sex. I cupped her, pressing gently, while pressing in behind her. She bucked forward for a moment, only to press back hard into me. A soft moan escaped her mouth, quickly muffled by my lips on hers, our tongues dancing madly, our lips locked, her body, pressed to mine, her wetness, slowly seeping over my fingers.

She looked into my eyes, our wild kiss, seemed unending, felt like heaven, eternal. I pressed into her again, my hardness caressing against her divide, when she parted her legs, ever so lightly to allow me between then, and then she closed them, squeezing me, stiffening me further.

My hands other hand roamed her neck as we kissed, sliding down her shoulder, circling just above her breasts. She curled her legs, just slightly, only to press harder into me. I could feel her soft moans in my mouth and as she kissed, she moved her hand along my side, holding me, while she pressed ever harder, slowly rubbing her wetness against my sex.

to be continued….

Dark

In the dark silent night, a strange noise stirred. Heard by none, except the two of us, was deafening. Insatiable as our hearts and minds were, we wanted more and more of it. It grew upon us. It grew into us. Driving from within, a wave of maddening passion arose the surface of our hearts and minds.

We stood face to face, barely visible, feeling only the warmth of our breath and the touch of bare skin. Exposed completely to the air, yet robed by the darkness, we embrace. Our lips meet, my tongue, entwined into hers; her hands, holding me firm.

I wrapped my arms around her, lifting her onto the bed, all this while, a kiss most passionate, continued.

When the sun rose, a sweet smell of love surrounded us. She was still sleeping on her side, myself, behind her. I found my hand slightly lower from her stomach, her hand, resting over mine, covered in the white sheet that glowed brilliance in the bright morning sun.

I moved my hand ever so slightly. She moved. She turned, looked at me, held my hand, and moved it down further. My hand met a furnace. My eyes met a smile. The fire re-ignited.