At last I made my way to the door beyond which lay the subject of my desire.At last I made my way to the door beyond which lay the subject of my desire. As I pushed it open slowly, the light from my candle cast an ever-widening wedge of light on the foot-smoothed wooden floor, an arrow which pierced the shadows and pointed the way to my delight. As it touched the foot of the bed, before it could illuminate what lay therein, she called in a whisper, "Put out the candle, and come to me." Hesitating nary an instant, I did as she bade me, closing the heavy oaken door behind me. There was a window next to the bed, but with the moon gone the stars cast only enough light to reveal the dark shadows of the bed and something moving upon it. Letting my robe flow silently off my back onto the floor, I felt my way beneath the heavy blanket which shielded Iana's body from the evening's chill. When her naked body pressed against mine, her skin felt like the smoothest silk compared with the coarseness of the blanket. Her hot breath tickled in my ear as her mouth sought my own. My tongue bathed her lips, then ran along her teeth, then slipped between them to find her tongue which, far from being reticent, fought gently with mine, now forcing its way into my mouth, now withdrawing. My hand, while this oral battle was being waged which could only end with both of us the victor, had run its course from her shoulder down to her breast, a swell of flesh so soft and yielding that it felt almost liquid, then on to her hip and down her leg to her slightly bent knee, then up the inside of the same leg, proceeding ever more slowly. As I felt the warmth from the junction of her thighs waft against my hand, her leg retreated from my fingers, widening the path to the capital of her passion. At last I felt the tickle of little curly hairs, and I moved my palm onto her mossy hill, feeling it move with each breath she drew. My longest finger pressed downward, and the base of that hill split apart to admit it. |