"So," she said, "we are as we were when we met."So," she said, "we are as we were when we met." The sword of my manhood was standing in full salute to her beauty, standing an arms length away, examining me with that frank, open gaze I had first seen that other afternoon. This time it was I who murmured, "You are beautiful!" "It is very exciting to see how your body likes mine," she breathed, and stepped toward me with her sensuous lips slightly parted, her face lifted for a kiss. I drew her to me, and lightly brushed her lips with mine. The tips of her perfect breasts touched my chest, and my spear was brushing the inside of her thighs. She put her arms around my waist and began to brush my back with the tips of her fingers. Gradually the pressure of our kiss increased until our bodies were pressed together, and our tongues working feverishly at each other. Her hands grasped my buns and squeezed hard, crushing me against her body. When we parted, we were gasping for air once more, our inner furnaces in flames. I licked and kissed my way down her neck, pausing to nibble her ear. I continued down her chest, and, cupping her delightful breasts in my hands, squeezed them together until I could lick both nipples at once. Then, keeping a hold of those wonderful globes, I kissed my way down to her navel. Truly the jewel so highly prized in Arabian writing, I thrust my tongue into it, and sucked it gently. She worked her fingers through my hair and shivered lightly. With my face pressed against her belly, I became intensely aware of the extremely erotic personal perfume of her arousal. It was intoxicating, and my fires rose to a fever pitch. I kissed my way down the softly rounded mound of her belly toward its source, sliding my hands down her waist and hips and around to the delightfully rounded cheeks behind. |