Dance of the Sword

[cgraven]

Slow I ease Cat back on to the bed as my lips travel lower to the flat plain of her belly to linger at her naval and nip at the smooth flesh above her hip.

 

[Honey_B]

Shivers like lightening coursed through her as his lips traveled over her body. She moaned with anticipation. The erotic sound shocked her, surprising herself that such raw need had come from her own throat. Her fingers intertwined in his hair as she parted her legs, just slightly, offering a hint of invitation.

 

[cgraven]

Teasingly my kisses travel on to Cat invitation, but nay hot yet as only a teasing kiss I give as I nestle my nose in the fiery red downy mound.

On they go down the perfect column of Cat's leg stopping here and there looking, seeking for the little hidden spots of pleasure. Down to her toes. each to savor.

 

[Honey_B]

Cat gasped as he paused over the center of her womanhood and then groaned in frustration as he left her flower with only a teasing kiss. His lips had the careful precision of his sword as he found her every weakness. She purred softly as he sucked on her toes.

 

[cgraven]

Parry, faint, and trust my lips, teeth and tongue have sought to bring Cat pleasure.

Now it is lung as I make strait to her womanhood. It is not Robert's widow I see but the maiden Catharine Ceara who I have loved sense her Childhood.

My tongue, teeth, and lips now only seek to bring pleasure to my love.

 

[Honey_B]

Her eyes closed, his hard, hot mouth on her soft mound. She felt the tremors down to her toes. She panted raggedly as Gill pressed torrid kisses into the dampened heat of her. Unable to help herself, she moved her hips in a slow rhythm. She writhed as his lips and tongue worked wonders on her willing flesh.

 

[cgraven]

My tongue like a rapier is quick and agile, as I strive to bring my Catharine Ceara to the brink of ecstasy and beyond.

No thought of my pleasure but only of hers. The tempo of my ministrations increases, as does the rhythm of Cat's own. My tongue catches and savors the first pearl droplets of her passion. I taste my love for the first time and I am driven on to greater efforts to please her.

 

[Honey_B]

His mouth seemed to claim her in a fierce savage possession. Her breath caught in a ragged sigh. The feelings he aroused were spiraling out of control, her body engulfed in ectasy.

"Please," she whimpered in intense need. A need for him to stop. A need for him to never cease.

 

[cgraven]

I feel Cat's body stiffen as I bring waves of pleasure to her. My face bathed in her passion, as I withdraw from Cat. My eyes hold her and nay a word do I speak, as with fumbling fingers I rip the kilt from my yearning body. How I yarn to be one with Catharine Ceara.

I am above her our eyes and hearts linked.

" I love thy lass. "

 

[Honey_B]

Her eyes opened wide at his words. They had the beauty and simplicity that spoke of his heart. And Cat answered, her voice husky with desire and emotion.

"And I you, my love."

Her eyes traveled over his muscled body, taking in his hard chest, his powerful thighs and his straining manhood. She shivered in anticipation. Reaching out, she pulled him to her, claiming his mouth in a fervent kiss. She could taste herself on his lips, the very idea exciting her anew.

 

[cgraven]

"And I you, my love."

There was a profound silence between us as Catharine Ceara claimed my mouth with hers. Again the taste of her filled me, not only the taste of her mouth but of the essence of her passion, that I had brought unto her, of her own passion, which kindled a fire that became an all consuming blaze.

I entered her in the midst of this fiery blaze. A fire that warms and creates but does not destroy. The grotto of her womanhood welcomes me, accepts me, and draws me deeper into her body and soul. I feel her muscles griping my manhood eager to please me as I have pleased her. "Lord" ! How I hope that I have pleased my love.

 

[Honey_B]

Cat felt the hardness of his manhood probing at her sensitive flesh. Feverish with desire for him, wanting to know the fullness of his love. She lowered her hand to guide him into her. Offering him the very essence of her being, she met him tentatively at first and then eagerly. She clutched Gill to her, calling out his name, softly at first but then with complete abandon. She arched upward, taking his full length, matching her rhythm to his. She looked deeply into his eyes as they began to move together.

 

[cgraven]

As Cat guided me in to the most hidden and secret of her places, to make the two of us one, joined hip to hip and thigh to thigh. Our dance of passion commenced.

Slow and tentative at first as we match meter and time, till our rhythm was in unison. Like are dance of swords one advances as the other retreats. Yes a give and take that brings joy and ecstasy when both surrender to please the other. The tempo increases as I check my own joy to give her hers. And so on it went till I no longer could resist the Joy my Catharine Ceara has given me.

I stiffen as the force of life flows from me to her. A sharing so deep as none can truly describe. Yet even now as I am spent deep with in my love, the dance continues as long as I am able.

Yet I am just a man and my manhood can no longer bring her joy. I feel the desperate clinching of her womanhood begging for yet more. My fingers stray to the hood guardian of her passage to do what they may.

At last we are spent and lay in loves embrace. Catharine Ceara her face moist with passion her lips parched from our dance lies quietly by my side. Her berthing easy now as I kiss those parched lips tenderly.