her fingers up his bare arms as she spoke making his skin tingle.
He sighed at her words, trying not to think of his own family, wanting only these moments with Jarlain. The white light of Doon spilled through the clouds then, illuminating everything. He took her trailing hands and kissed them. She pulled his own hands down to stroke the soft skin of her thighs through the fold of her skirt. He let her take control, as if by doing so it would somehow quell his guilt.
She undid his shirt and he let it fall free as he stroked her smooth skin, wanting to feel every part of her. She slipped off her own shirt, and his breath caught in his throat as Doon’s light spilled over her full breasts and slender stomach. The moonlight shone like silver on her shapely body. He felt he should not be allowed to touch something so beautiful, and for a moment he hesitated. But when she drew his hands to her breasts he could not resist either, and it was then that desire flooded into him fully. He kissed her and fumbled for the cords of her skirt, letting it fall away. He touched the bandages of her leg where she’d suffered a knife wound.
‘I don’t want to hurt you,’ he said pulling back, his voice deep with desire as she kissed and nibbled on his lip.
‘You won’t,’ she reassured, and laid back down drawing him with her.
‘Jarlain,’ he breathed, as she pushed down his trousers and gripped his buttocks firmly.
He stroked her from her hips to her stomach to her breasts, feeling her goose pimple in delight as he felt every curve. She gave a moan and he could delay no longer. He laid himself firmly against the inside of her good thigh as she shifted her legs apart. Gently but firmly pushed into her. She gasped. With each gentle thrust she pulled him deeper, and he felt as if a lifetime of tension was slowly being released. He began to lose himself then, falling into the excitement of desire as he made love to Jarlain. He was himself fully, but drifting in a sea of ecstasy. He wondered if she felt the same as she arched her back, half closed her eyes, and moaned.
She tightened herself around him, and he groaned as his bliss reached a new level. It had never happened before when he made love, this losing of the self, but with Jarlain something seemed perfect, divine. They moved together and all else fell away, the sound of the sea, the light of the moon, there was only this moment of ecstasy stretching out into eternity. The world may very well have not existed.
He felt himself rushing towards something then, like a light in the distance coming closer at increasing speed. He felt her wetness flooding over him, felt her spread her legs wider and push him deeper. She groaned from far away. He felt her spasm deep inside and that sent him reeling. The light rushed over him as he heard himself gasping, equally from far away. His whole being seemed to disintegrate even though he felt his physical body thrusting of its own accord. A long time seemed to pass as he floated in the light, his spirit free in bliss. Have I known Jarlain before? He asked of the light, but all he felt in response was the knowledge that, yes, he had.
He was partially aware of a hand on his cheek and a voice drawing him back. He did not want to return, but he wanted to be with that voice. He took the hand and kissed it, feeling his body return to him once more. Tears ran down his cheeks, the grief of a hundred lifetimes had somehow lifted a little. He blinked and the jungle around him materialised. He looked down at her, she stared up at him in wonder and maybe a hint of fear.
‘Is it always like this?’ she breathed, her face and breasts were flushed pink.
He smiled and shook his head. ‘No.’ He lay down beside her suddenly spent.
‘I’ve never felt like that before,’ she breathed and stroked his cheek. He drew her close, laid his chin upon her head, and she curled her arm around him.
‘I felt my soul lifting from the emptiness,’
He sighed at her words, trying not to think of his own family, wanting only these moments with Jarlain. The white light of Doon spilled through the clouds then, illuminating everything. He took her trailing hands and kissed them. She pulled his own hands down to stroke the soft skin of her thighs through the fold of her skirt. He let her take control, as if by doing so it would somehow quell his guilt.
She undid his shirt and he let it fall free as he stroked her smooth skin, wanting to feel every part of her. She slipped off her own shirt, and his breath caught in his throat as Doon’s light spilled over her full breasts and slender stomach. The moonlight shone like silver on her shapely body. He felt he should not be allowed to touch something so beautiful, and for a moment he hesitated. But when she drew his hands to her breasts he could not resist either, and it was then that desire flooded into him fully. He kissed her and fumbled for the cords of her skirt, letting it fall away. He touched the bandages of her leg where she’d suffered a knife wound.
‘I don’t want to hurt you,’ he said pulling back, his voice deep with desire as she kissed and nibbled on his lip.
‘You won’t,’ she reassured, and laid back down drawing him with her.
‘Jarlain,’ he breathed, as she pushed down his trousers and gripped his buttocks firmly.
He stroked her from her hips to her stomach to her breasts, feeling her goose pimple in delight as he felt every curve. She gave a moan and he could delay no longer. He laid himself firmly against the inside of her good thigh as she shifted her legs apart. Gently but firmly pushed into her. She gasped. With each gentle thrust she pulled him deeper, and he felt as if a lifetime of tension was slowly being released. He began to lose himself then, falling into the excitement of desire as he made love to Jarlain. He was himself fully, but drifting in a sea of ecstasy. He wondered if she felt the same as she arched her back, half closed her eyes, and moaned.
She tightened herself around him, and he groaned as his bliss reached a new level. It had never happened before when he made love, this losing of the self, but with Jarlain something seemed perfect, divine. They moved together and all else fell away, the sound of the sea, the light of the moon, there was only this moment of ecstasy stretching out into eternity. The world may very well have not existed.
He felt himself rushing towards something then, like a light in the distance coming closer at increasing speed. He felt her wetness flooding over him, felt her spread her legs wider and push him deeper. She groaned from far away. He felt her spasm deep inside and that sent him reeling. The light rushed over him as he heard himself gasping, equally from far away. His whole being seemed to disintegrate even though he felt his physical body thrusting of its own accord. A long time seemed to pass as he floated in the light, his spirit free in bliss. Have I known Jarlain before? He asked of the light, but all he felt in response was the knowledge that, yes, he had.
He was partially aware of a hand on his cheek and a voice drawing him back. He did not want to return, but he wanted to be with that voice. He took the hand and kissed it, feeling his body return to him once more. Tears ran down his cheeks, the grief of a hundred lifetimes had somehow lifted a little. He blinked and the jungle around him materialised. He looked down at her, she stared up at him in wonder and maybe a hint of fear.
‘Is it always like this?’ she breathed, her face and breasts were flushed pink.
He smiled and shook his head. ‘No.’ He lay down beside her suddenly spent.
‘I’ve never felt like that before,’ she breathed and stroked his cheek. He drew her close, laid his chin upon her head, and she curled her arm around him.
‘I felt my soul lifting from the emptiness,’
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