I was content to be with her, to touch her delightful skin, to hear her voice, and just to be in her presence.I was content to be with her, to touch her delightful skin, to hear her voice, and just to be in her presence. "I am filled with you." she said, after a while. "You are dripping from me, and making a mess! Do you always make so much?" "No," I laughed. "You have drained me completely. An empty shell sits before you." "Oh, no. That would be a shame. The night is so young..." "Yes, 'and you are so beautiful.' Don't fret, I'll recharge!" "Let's wash off in the lake." She sprang up and started for the water. "Hey. We just ate. Come over here, there's a shallow place." We splashed and played in the water like children, until the cold numbed our toes, and we walked back up onto the warm stone, drying in the light breeze. "Have you 'recharged' yet?" she smiled, eying my still-limp manhood. "Doesn't look that way. I told you I was empty." "Well. Let's see about that." She took my soft stub in her hand, and began to play, rolling it, kneading it. The fires began to stir again in my belly. She tickled it with her damp hair, drawing the strands across its knob. Then suddenly, she pounced upon it with her mouth, its softness disappearing completely. She drew on it, pulling it, stretching it, pulling her head back. This time it was I who moaned. Slowly at first, then more rapidly, it responded to her attention. She continued to attend to it. I reached my hand to her round rump and played there, gently touching the folded softness, stroking the insides of her thighs, lightly stroking the wide valley between her buttocks, lightly pinching the well-muscled globes. "Let me return the favor," I whispered, tugging at her. "Mmm, of course." She moved over me, bringing her musk to my nostrils, and once again I felt my fires heat to it. |