Spirit song: the elven wanderer finally has a home.

He slowly pulls his fingers free of her clutching depths. However he is not done as he dances his fingertips up and over that sensitive clit he has been pressing his palm to for the last two orgasms, giving it his full attention now as he returns his mouth to hers. Kissing her, swallowing her moans and whimpers with his kisses.
 
Her arms found his neck as his mouth covered hers. His kisses devoured her until she felt she could not breathe. His fingers were rubbing the pearl of nerves now.

She pulled her mouth away, breaking the contact as she inhales deeply. Blue grey eyes open to look at his face. His face, his emotion filled eyes. one hand moves to find his cheek as the other slides over his shoulder and to the front.

"I wish to touch you." Her hand lowering down his chest. She could feel him pressing into her thigh and wanted to feel that warmth in her hand.

Her hips continued to move with his fingers, so close to another climax.
 
They kissed until they were breathless and when she pulled back he smiled down at her, loving this. He unconsciously pressed more into her hand like a giant cat seeking the attention. Her other hand slid down his chest and he moaned.

As her fingertips came to rest on his belt, he pulled back a bit to give her more access to expose him. Knowing that it would be easier if he took his hand away from her pussy to help her, but not willing to until he’d wrung that third orgasm out of her.
 
Fingers fumbled, trying to manoeuvre the belt so it would release and she could be one step closer to touching him. It was difficult and his fingers were still touching her...

Gripping the belt, clinging to him, her body arched. Head back as the throbbing of her clit emitted up into the rest of her body.

Sweet release in his arms.

Her eyes closed and she let the warmth of it wash over her body. "My sweet, sweet elf..." Breathy words as she regains a slight measure of control. "I long to feel you, please. May I touch you?"

Her eyes gazing up into his as her fingers once more tried feebly to release the leather belt.
 
Her words went through him stirring his body to new heights. "Yes kitten, please," he breathed, pulling his fingers back from her pussy, teasingly leaving a trail of moisture down her inner thigh as he withdrew his hand.

His hand found his belt and released it quickly. Opening his pants he rolled to his back to remove them. Taking the time to strip off the shirt he wore too. This left his body bare to her eyes, to her touch. "Is that better?" he asked smiling over at her as he lay back on the grass, pulling her close tipping her in against his chest.
 
Leaning on her elbows she was watching him, taking in the sight of him undressing for her. Skin she longed to touch and kiss was exposed. She makes no move to take off her dress. Her focus is entirely on him.

"Oh so much better." The voice almost a purr as she is moving to her knees.

Hands moved over his chest, tease sensitive nipples with the briefest touch. Palms flatten, feeling his chest and abdomen.

Her eyes lock on his as her left hand slowly moves lower. Lower still.

Her fingers one by one wrap about the warm shaft of his erection. He is hard, ready for her touch, her tongue, her lips.

Her mind is swimming with all the things she longs to do with him, to him but they have time. She will make this her home, a home with him. This is only the first of many times in which they can enjoy each other.

Eyes flutter closed as she savours the way he fits in her hand. She moans so softly and can feel a drop of her own arousal trickling down her thigh to hit the ground between her knees.

Her fingers began to move upwards like she was stroking fine ivory. Slow, gentle and reverent. Her breasts lifting as she took a breath in. Sucking in her lower lip, she opened her eyes to watch as the pad of her thumb moved over the head of his manhood.
 
Her touch was gentle, so gentle. Reverent almost. He felt her stroke over his chest, and slowly, slowly slide her hand lower. His body twitched with anticipation, close to begging her. "Yes," he breathed out a silent plea for her touch.

There weren't words to describe the feel of her hand on him. He had enjoyed this with her since the first time she had ever touched him in this way. This was by no means the first time she had stroked him like this, but it was the first time here, and it made it more magical. He twitched in her hand again as her thumb ran over the sensitive tip. "Oh, please," he gasped. Just two words, but so much could be said in just those words. Her going slow like that served to heighten his pleasure, there truly weren't words to describe how much going slow heightened what he experienced.

He watched her touch him until the pleasure forced him to close his eyes and roll his head to the side a slight noise escaping a lip that he was already biting, and she had just started.
 
The noises, his whimpers and gasps caused a shiver to run through her body. She enjoyed his reactions a great deal.

It is a feeling of deep satisfaction to feel him twitch in her hand. To feel the flex against her palm as her fingers spread out along the hard shaft. The slight texture difference under the pad of her thumb made her lick her lips. To feel him parting them, that twitching against her tongue…

But not yet. No, right now her focus was making him tense and moan as he lay here. With an unhurried motion her hand began to stroke him. Her eyes were fixated on the look of his erect flesh in her hand.

“Will you give in and spill your seed for me like this? Will you reward my restraint?” Leaning in she kissed his earlobe. “I wanted to slide across your lap but I am holding back because you look so wonderful and I want to make you cry out in pleasure as I watch you release all over my hand. There will be time for other things later.” She licked his earlobe and trailed her tongue along his ear.

Her fingers continued the slow motion, caressing up and down. Her thumb began to move in slow circles over the sensitive head.
 
He could not believe this woman, could not believe what she did to him with a mere touch. But it was never just a mere touch to him. To him who had spent the better part of dates just holding a woman's hands, lost in their feel, hands were a weakness of his, and she knew how to use this fact to ring so much pleasure out of his body.

Her palm slid the length of his shaft, making him gasp and twitch against her, always so sensitive those first few touches especially when this aroused.

As if that weren't enough she moved in closer and her words drifted in through his ear, accompanied by her warm breath. They urged him to let go. It would be so exilerating to just give into his body, no expectations. To not have to perform or last any specific amount of time, but to just do what felt right, to give in to the sensuous song of her hand, the touches his body craved.

"Oh god please, may I?" he whispered, "Please, you're sure it's ok kitten?" he asked his body trembling, surprised how close he already was so soon, so quickly.
 
Her breast brushed his arm. Her lips on his ear again. "I want it, my sweet. Do not hold back."

Her fingers continued to work the length of his manhood. She could feel his body tremble and knew it would not be long now. She wanted this as much as he did. She had come here to see him, to be near him, to see his world.

His pleasure meant a great deal to her and to bring him to this height in this space elated her.

"Let go for me, sweet elf. Do not hold back." Her thumb moved over the head once more, swirling and circling it. Her fingertips focused near the top of his shaft. He was so hard, so warm. It made her moan softly into his ear.
 
He was whimpering now. He wasn't sure when it had started to be more constant but he became aware of it as she whispered for him to release that she wanted it. Her fingertips and thumb worked over those places that drove him so wild.

"Yes, please, so close," he whispered, closing his eyes as he let go, his face in her neck, blanketed by the fall of her hair as he knew she would be watching his body's release, watching how he reacted to her.
 
The elf nestled into her neck. Her torso pressed against him as her hand caressed him, touched him...drove him closer to the moment of release.

She watched the moment, fascinated, aroused and so very pleased that she could affect him like this. The first pulse, spurting out and onto his abdomen, some hitting her wrist. The motion did not stop, did not vary in rhythm. Nothing would alter this moment.

His noises excited her. Aroused her. The way his body pressed to her, tensed made her long to feel him in her mouth, under her, above her. The fantasies seemed endless.

Warm, thick...copious. Dripping down to mingle with her fingers, aiding the motion of her thumb. Slowing...and her fingers dancing around the the still hard flesh to gather some.

A smile as she feels it on her palm, her fingers. “Sweet release. Thank you.” A soft kiss to his cheek.
 
He could only pant and lay there a silly grin on his face after he released all over, driven to his peak by her hand alone. No pressure, so beautiful. "Kitten," it was one word, but so much said in that one word, a thanks, a plea, an exclamation of pleasure and wonder. She was such a rare person, and so good to him.

"I think it is me that is supposed to be thanking you," he offered with a chuckle smiling up at her from where he lay.
he is lost to her all over again, falling for her in the magic of their bond renewed in this place.
 
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She smiled, leaned over and kissed him gently. Pulling back she slid a finger into her mouth. As she slid it out she cleaned it, licking his cum from her skin. “I was thanking you for such a warm welcome.” Her tone was playful as she looked down at the elf.

“I will be right back.” Disengaging from him she stood. Her dress was eased over her body with her other hand and left on the ground beside him as she walked away towards the water.

She rinsed her hand clean and then stood looking out over the water for a moment. She walked back to where he lay. She knelt beside him, damp hand stroking his cheek. Her head was tilted, hair falling to the side as she looked him over.

“I am truly honoured, you know. To be here. To be intimate with you in this place.”
 
He smiled at her. "It was a pretty wonderful welcome for me too." he grinned shamelessly at her.

When she returned he still hadn't bothered to get up. "I should have gone to rince myself," he said with a laugh.

"I am so glad you have come here. It is something I have wanted for so very long. Though," and here he grinned, "You haven't even seen my home yet,"
 
A kiss, tender and loving as her hands held his face. "I know you have wanted it and I thank you for being patient with me."

The dress top was pulled back up to cover her breasts. “You are, of course correct, I have not seen it yet.” She smiled. “I wish to explore every inch of this place and you.”

A hand reached out to urge him to stand. She wanted to see his place here, to explore it with him.
 
"I know you needed time, need the moment to be right and to feel comfortable. I never wanted to rush you.He watched her pull back on the dress, sad to see her body hidden away, but strongly suspected he would see her body again soon. He rose and mad his way not to the ocean but to where the stream emptied into the ocean, and rinced himself as well.

Returning to her he smiles, "I want you to experience everything," he offered, pausing to hug her close.

He lead her through the forest towards his home, paralleling the stream until he arrived at the pool with its water fall and the house, the deck overlooking the water. He smiled to see his home. "Even I have not explored all my home offers," he commented as he walked hand in hand with her.
 
Her eyes followed him as he made his way to the water. He was right, she had needed time. She had never wanted to force herself into every corner of his life. He had friends and companions here and she never wanted to encroach on that. What she had missed was this was where he sought to express his emotions. When he couldn’t find the words he came here. That was one aspect she had not seen. It had taken a bit to come here but somehow it had felt like it was the right time.

Now, she was happy she had and looked forward to time spent with him here.

She smiled as he hugged her. “I want that too.”

It was natural, the way he took her hand and they walked together. Her eyes took in the sights of the stream. She paused for a moment to take in the waterfall and pool. It would certainly be a good place for her to stay.

“I look forward to exploring it with you then. The place is lovely. I will enjoy that waterfall and pool a great deal and it will be my little hideaway should you have others here. I am not the only one welcome here and I do not want that to change.” She squeezed his hand. “Do I get to see inside your home or just the gorgeous outdoors?”
 
He smiled at her "You know it is the inside that I have not explored fully. Perhaps we should do so. I haven't made it much further than the room that houses the piano," he said with a little chuckle at himself.

He took her hand again and lead her towards the steps leading up to the deck. "I spend many hours sitting here often on that swing, playing my guitar. This is the place where I can play, my real world has never granted me that gift at least not with a guitar, but it has never hindered my gift of playing here."
 
She chuckled. "You have not explored the inside...it would make for an interesting game of hide and seek then. Unfamiliar to us both." She lifted his hand to her lips and kissed it softly. "Not even the bedroom?" There was surprise in her voice.

"Perhaps you will allow me to sit and listen to you play here. And at the piano. I have no musical ability at all...but you know that of me." She laughed softly.
 
He laughed, "I have far more musical talent here than I do in the real world but as my soul breathes music I think that is fitting."

He shrugged in regard to the question of his bedroom, "I may have taken a look once or twice but I have not had occasion to spend much time there since I made this my home.

He lifted her hand to his lips kissing it softly, "I will always let you sit and listen to me."
 
She smiled as he kissed her hand. "I will enjoy that greatly." She pulled their joined hands towards her, forcing him closer until she could kiss his lips.

"One day we will explore the bedroom together." She kissed him between the words. "Not that we need a bed.." She pulled away a little. "I wish to explore more. Where to? More of the grounds? The waterfall? It looks tempting, as if calling for us to swim. The piano?"
 
"The bedroom?" he teased returning her kiss, "Not that we need a bed," he said with a chuckle.

"A swim sounds more than lovely to me."
 
She chuckled as he echoed her sentiment. It was true, a bed was not necessary for them but to her there was more there than a simple tease. She did not say anything but let it sit in her mind, this idea of that he had not taken his lovers to his bed, that they might find themselves there.

She shook her head a little and smiled. "Swim..yes..." Turning she began to undress, sliding the garment down her body until she could step out of it.

"Are you coming?" She crooked a finger, beckoning the elf to follow as she strode towards the pool. "Catch me if you can..."

She ran and jumped into the water, disappearing under the surface.
 
He smiled at her. His eyes watched her as she stripped off her clothes, already full of lust for her. He steeped after her, his clothes joining hers on the ground. He had no need to be shy with her there. He followed her, though did not try to catch her, he was more of the stalking predator type than the run pray to ground type, he would get her on his terms.

He slid into the water. He shivered at the cool of the water, but knew he would soon get used to it. His eyes watched for her, waiting planning to get her when he could, a smile playing over his lips.
 
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