Tender, stroking.Tender, stroking. Deep within her. She matches the rythym of my fingers in her body with her hand on my penis. She clasps her fingers around me, and runs fingernails over the swollen head. Down to the base and back to tip. Persistent, strong. With a touch like velvet. Slowly. Gently. Insistently. I lower my face to hers. My lips brush hers. My tongue traces the curve of her lips. I break the kiss, and stare at her. I trace her lips with my tongue. We part. I trace her teeth, then. Her tongue darts to meet mine. We fight one another. And I lower my lips once again to hers. Her lips part, her tongue attacks. She thrusts it deep within my mouth, then withdraws. I return the attack, pursuing deeply into her mouth. She sighs, and surrenders her mouth to me. My hand quits her breast, but with her free hand she pulls it back. She presses my hand against her breast and forms my fingers around her distended nipple. "Please," she whispers as she tightens my fingers and moves thems against her. "Oh, please!" She moans deep within her throat. I taste her breath, her passion. I taste her soul. Two breaths, two souls. One life, one love. Oblivious to the others around us -who are also nestled, loved and loving- we bring one another to climaxes. The wagon bumps along the rutted lanes, heightening our pleasure. Eventually, we cease. I withdraw my fingers from her, but leave them on her moist vulva. |