Vuelve a Mi

[MissVictoria]

His hands felt large and rough, yet gentle and extremely tender. They traced the outline of her curves, discovering for the first time and yet feeling as if they knew the territory with expertise.

She felt warmth rising to her cheeks as he unbuttoned her blouse, assisting her out of her skirt, and taking off his own shirt. Then they were together again, and she was beyond caring about her near nakedness, or that her pink bra didn't match her blue panties.

She crushed herself toward him, crashing like a wave on the shore, seeping in between every grain of sand. She wanted to absorb herself into him the same way, move him and sculpt him, know him thoroughly. Her hands followed the curve of his spine, moving over the roundness of his buttocks, squeezing, pressing him to her.

Her lips sought him with abandon, her tongue eagerly darting out between her lips and dancing alongside his, until it was hard to tell who was breathing whose breath.

 

[cgraven]

Their breath, the spark of life was one shared, not his, not hers but theirs.
This moment was rare as clothes seem to shed themselves.

The fire light played upon their naked , rain washed bodies, fresh and new , not the people that had met in the park, alone and scared of life and the futher, but two reaching for life, not running from it. They explored each other as if they where teenage lovers, and this was their first time at love sweet table.

His lips explored to find what brought Sara pleasure. Unsure, let longing to fulfill her. Her neck, ears, breast, nipples all received tender attention , till at last My tongue parted Sara’s labia to claim the sweet pearl of her clitoris.

 

[MissVictoria]

She found herself pressed down into the soft carpet in front of the fireplace, weighted down by his body and drowning in his attentions. She didn't care. She wanted to drown. She welcomed it.

His lips and hands moved over the contours of her body, covering her, hiding her from all of the troubles she had known only earlier this morning.

In return, she sought only to give back to him. Her legs raised slightly, thighs firm against each of his sides, her hands, arms, sliding over the surfaces of his body, exploring in their own right, but more than exploring, also cherishing, taking into her memory.

Then he was moving downward, and his lips parted the silky folds of her sex, his tongue sliding up along the tender flesh and wrapping itself around her most tender part.

Her back arching upwards, her head lolled to the side and a soft moan escaped her lips, her hands twining themselves into the locks of his hair.

 

[cgraven]

The fire light played across Sara’s form as I tasted the sweet dew of her sex. The first pearly drops savored caught on my tongue. I feasted on Sara sweet juices. Her hips rose to meet my mouth. Unsure, hesitant as to weather I was pleasing her. This simple act answered all my questions, as a small moan escaped Sara’s lips. I was wild to please her, bring joy to her, and all for this quiet beauty so dark at first and now so full of life.

I was lost and time had no meaning as Sara’s climax washed over both of us. I kissed her tenderly and eased into position to enter Sara. But held for a moment.

“Sara are you sure this is what you want?”

“God I need you but have no Idea where this will lead us.”

Words fail me as I kiss Sara with all the love that I feel for her, as If A simple kiss would tell her what my speech could not.

 

[MissVictoria]

It was as if his kiss encompassed worlds, and Sara clung to him tightly, gracious when his member at last parted her, and slid home. He was filling her in more ways than one, and she knew that she would have no regrets for anything that they had done, or would yet do.

She whispered his name softly, as if to make the dream seem more real. She whispered it, because the mere presance of this man completed her, and his name was precious, like music.

And so she wrapped her arms and legs about the him, drawing the man down to her, holding him as closely as possible. One hand pressed behind his neck, drawing him into another kiss, which spoke of her need.

 

[cgraven]

“Sara are you sure this is what you want?”

“God I need you but have no Idea where this will lead us.”

Those where the words followed by a simple kiss.

My names is on Sara’s lips again and again a song, no a pleading prayer for me to love her and that I do as I answer with “Sara” in a low husky voice time and again with my own pleading need for her.

And so Sara wrapped her arms and legs about me, drawing me down to her, holding me as closely as possible. One hand pressed behind my neck, I am drawn into another kiss, which speaks of her need.

I am buried deep in Sara’s womb now. As she holds me tightly there. Slowly at first the rhythm of our need starts and builds in tempo with the rapidly growing we have for each other. Our pleasure is mutual as Sara is greeted by successive orgasm building one upon the other till finally we climax together.

We lay spent in front of the fire, Sara locked in my embrace. As I kiss her face and hair and tell her of my love for her and how she please me so.

 

[MissVictoria]

Our closeness sustains me...

His breath becomes her breath as they lay naked and exposed in front of the fire. He drew her to him, and they shared warmth, skin against skin.

His lips were so close. They spoke now, words... loving words that washed over each other in waves like the sheeting rain outside. Sara could do nothing but return his affections, tracing the corner of his mouth with her fingertip, watching the lip curve into a smile.

"My Love..." she spoke, but she hardly needed to say it.

She pushed her hair back out of her eyes, and their eyes were locked again. In them, Sara saw worlds. She pressed forward, kissing each eyelid before he moved down to suckle the woman as she held him in a warm embrace.

The rain was patting the rooftop. Sara exhaled in a soft gasp as he gentle took her breast into his warm mouth.

 

[cgraven]

I coaxed each of Sara’s nipples to the height of sensitivity. My fingers traced little curricular patterns on the inside of her thighs. They trailed gently across her flesh and I could feel the goose flesh rising to my touch.

My lips where at the hollow of Sara’s neck, then an earlobe, the nape of her neck. Her taste was intoxicating to me like the finest of honey mead.

I spoke to her of the silly little things that had made up my life. I listened to her and laughed as she took all I said so seriously.

“No luv not an adventure, just and ordinary life at sea.”

I drifted off in to the stories of the places I had been and the things I had seen desperate to share with Sara the things that made up my passion for the sea.

She was so beautiful what could she see in a worn out old sailor like myself. Those where questions for the morning but know was a time to be close. Even if it only lasted for this one night. before Sara came to her senses and asked me to go.