Morning
Romance
This
story is for anyone who knows what it feels like to truly be in love.
Age,
race, and value system is unimportant. If you've ever truly loved
someone,
this story was written for you.
You
wake up slowly, smiling as your body is inundated with throes of pleasure.
Looking down, you see me lying between your legs, kissing deeply into
your sex and smiling up at you as your hips begin to rock a gentle rhythm
against
me. My hands are stroking your inner thighs and up to your breasts, and
my mouth seems alive against you, in constant motion exploring every fold,
every nuance of your sex. The sleep drains away from you slowly as you
relax
and let me pleasure you. You semi-doze as I play with you, experimenting
and playing, seeing how much pleasure I can give you. Because
your body is still tired, its a slow, quiet kind of pleasure, not like
the frantic,
body-wracking sensations we had shared the night before. You smile as
you remember our passion, how we had orgasmed together as you dug your
nails into my back and I had kissed you hard. The memories bring a flood
of new sensation, sending a tingling through your entire body. Pulling
me up
to you, you roll over on top of me and gently mount me, riding my body
slowly
and rhythmically, like waves in the ocean. We have no plans for the day,
and so we do not rush ourselves. Slowly you impale yourself down onto me,
allowing me to fill you entirely, and then draw away, kissing me softly
as my
hands caress your back. After a while, I fold my legs and sit up facing
you,
wrapping my arms around you and using my hips to continue inundating you
in a slow, ceaseless rhythm. You lay your head on my shoulder and sigh
as
the pleasure begins to fill up your body. Ever so slowly, I feel your body
begin
to tense, and your inner muscles caress me a little more tightly, and accordingly
I place my hands on your hips as though we were dancing and begin
pulling you into my rhythm. Slowly our bodies begin to move quicker, until
they are meeting like two waves, and then splashing apart. You begin to
moan
quietly and press yourself down hard against me. I want to feel you orgasm
around me, so I control myself, and continue to rock my hips up against
yours, feeling your climax build. Your orgasm comes over you quietly, like
slipping into a hot bath. Tingling, your whole body slowly relaxes against
mine
as you look intensely into my eyes. Realizing that I have not yet reached
my peak, you continue, putting your arms around my neck and riding me,
drawing my pleasure out and slowly bringing me to a crescendo. Kissing you,
I moan into your mouth as I topple over my peak. Feeling myself going,
I reach
between our bodies and stroke your tiny node of pleasure, triggering another
small explosion in your body. As we slowly relax against one another, we
smile into each other's eyes, knowing that there are so many more experiences
we want to share with each other.
THE
END
- - - - - - Richard Harris
