Soft Love
 mf

I am here, on your bed, dozing peacefully, fairest of white skin stippled
with the shadows the sun has spread upon my body: lace curtains! Patterns of
flowers and petals caress each pore, darkening parts of my skin with beauty
upon beauty. The covers are astray, cascading in folds of pale satin
shimmer, undaunted and undimmed by the sight before your eyes. In dusk's
softest slumber I am there for you, unprotected and exposed before your
eyes, for you to take in as you wish, uninterrupted, to bask upon love's
object and admiration.

Whisper softly in my ear, that you love me, and I will be yours forever!

In the quiet of the night, you came to me, and did whisper those soft
murmurings of sweet somethings... and I begged you to stay here, at my side,
by my side, till morning's dew settled, sparkling on the petals of my mind.
Without warning, or thought, or care, you came to me, heedless of all but
the thought that there is no other world but ours. And I sensed this, and
you made me know it.

Whispers made, soft tickling warm breath in my ear roused me, and I feel you
now too. Shivers of expectation cause those oh so knowing feelings, down
deeply between my legs. Your tongue, like a dainty butterfly, flickers its
wings down, down from my earlobe to that soft spot behind it. And now, I can
hear you too! My eyes, half slits, gaze upon your face, and see what before
was only a hope, a prayer, a humbling wish that perhaps you could love me as
I love you. And you do.

There is no other place to go now, and certainly nothing else to do...
Compelling desires are created by urgent love! You rise yourself over me,
forcing me with your need for me to offer my greatest gift to you. You kiss
me gently at first, those warmest of lips initially upon my brow, and I
slide my face closer to yours, stroking my cheek against yours like a wanton
child needing more from you. Our lips touch, so lightly! Feathery fine soft
kisses you give me, and I feel the slightest nudge of a tongue part my
mouth, and my tongue meets yours in this dance... swirling lightly, a minuet
of motion. I can think of nothing more than that same tongue moving and
dancing over these other wet lips of mine, and it thrills me. Now I can hear
the music of the dance change... and your kiss deepens and melts me, the
prodding urgency of your need to consume every last ounce of my
non-resistance brings me closer to that little death... What power your
kisses have!

No need to forget, there is more to be had. Your hand slips up to my face,
and you run the tip of your finger over my lips, left to right, and back
again. My tongue reaches the apex of your finger and I lick it, tasting just
that tiny part... a tease of sorts, a promise too. With one fell move I take
your finger in my mouth, moist firm lips enclose around it and I take it
all, for me this time, for you the next. The finger is wet, and you then
take my left nipple with it, giving it the slightest contact, only enough to
make the nipple cool, and while it does, it hardens, rising to meet your
finger. Again you dip your finger in my mouth, and titillate my right breast
too. You bring your mouth down upon these twin peaks here, and blow softly,
so only this lightest of breezes can be felt by cooled hardened nipples:
yours, to feel, to bury your head in, to surround yourself between and keep
you sheltered. That tiny hurricane of warmed breath makes me pant, and you
sense my breathlessness and move onwards for more.

Light sensations no more: Your hands steal my breasts, engulfing them in
your large palms, making them hidden behind hands that possess every inch of
my body. Kneading, massaging these soft cups of milky gel, you urge them up
to your mouth. Bringing my nipples together, you take the two in unison,
nibbling and biting, so that each side of me feels you, like two men, not
one is here. You are more than two men! You are three... no, four, oh god...
five! Every part of my body is moved by each touch, as if you were more...
and you are!

Dampness becomes a flood. My pussy swells and heats, oozing droplets of
wetness. Streams of slick juices wind around hairs which cover my reservoir
of love. Gently first you find it, but not for long, as I arch myself closer
to meet your exploration. While your tongue again probes my mouth, your hand
caresses my clit, pacing each action in harmony with the other. I prod you
on with the urgency of my kiss, taking your head with my hands and pull you
closer, harder, and more violently... I need you! Oh, god, I need you! Your
fingers, first one, then two, plunge abruptly into the depths of my vagina,
surrounded by a pool of slippery nectar. First you push deeply, high up, and
as you thrust, the butt of your hand meets my clit, a sensation almost too
much to bear, as I am near the brink, the edge, the climax, the gift. Again!
With an energy more forceful than the first, you drive again, and again and
again. I am helpless with desire, and begging, almost begging for it never
to end... DON'T STOP! DON'T STOP! DON'T STOP! DON'T! STOP!

But you do... oh, god... you s-t-o-p-p-e-d! BUT, praise be, only to start
again. This time, it isn't your hand I feel, but your cock. That masterful,
erect, primal phallus... aching member of delight! You too can wait no more,
for time tells, lust knows, and love requires completion. Magnetically, your
cock seeks its home, its shelter, its satisfaction and mine. The sheets are
damp beneath us. On your knees above me, you watch, and our eyes meet.
Glistening brown pools of passionate desire meet your gray green orbs, and
we smile, just a bit, for we both know the pinnacle is about to be reached.
Your cock nestles just above my entrance, and you slide the head from top to
bottom, baptizing it in the wetness of my need for you. Each stroke again
excites me, and you. I bring my legs up, around your shoulders, and you
enter me quickly, biting my legs, sucking the sides of my knees as you push.
My hips meet yours with each movement as my legs pull upon your shoulders.
Your cock is buried to the depths of me, your balls rock and tickle the
hairs at the base of my pussy near my ass... all too much sensation! The
muscles within me wrap around your shaft; the muscles of my legs go taut.
You push, and push and push... again and again and again and again! My hands
take your hips and pull them closer to me in unison with the rhythm of your
loving. I see your face, tightened with the strength of hunger and contorted
in carnal fires. Closer we draw, nearer, 'til the moment we seek can be
prolonged no longer. We implode, erupt, from the outside in. Waves of
tumultuous release cascade, beginning from our groins, throbbing waves of
tension passing, muscles twitching, bodies swaying, and we collapse,
prostrated by spent devotion.

Tell me that you love me, and I will stay with you forever! And you do. And
I do. We do!