eyelids, cheeks, ears and jawlines, then returned to fuse together once more, each successive joining more desperate.
Their hands fumbled with buttons, tugged at hems, smoothed material from heated, trembling flesh.
The bed was a bower, a soft haven for their passion-weakened limbs. They fell onto it, into it, with murmured sighs of relief; at last the difference in height was nullified—they fit together perfectly.
Fit together, and yet were not joined together.
Eric did not attempt to overwhelm Tina with proof of his desire and prowess. Displaying another facet of his expertise, he proceeded to seduce her, mind, body and soul.
His hands stroked, caressed, memorized every curve and flare of her soft feminine form, while he murmured exciting sounds of encouragement for her to trace the angles and planes of his hard masculine physique.
His tongue drew a slow, moist trail from her nape to the base of her spine, then lingered to delve into the hollow he found there. In her turn, Tina delicately reciprocated the caress, her tongue dancing along his spine.
His fingers circled her eyes, her mouth, the tips of her breasts and the mound of her femininity, while enticing her to a tactile examination of the outline of his eyes, his mouth, the flatness of his nipples and the silky-smooth length of his manhood.
Inhibitions banished, Tina replied in kind to Eric’s every touch, every taste, glorying in every delirious delight derived from sensual play and erotic exploration.
The pleasure went on and on, tension curling, spiraling. Eric’s kisses grew harder, hotter, more daring, on her lips, on her skin, on her breasts, on that most secret place on her body, until, writhing, mad with desire for him, Tina cried a plea to him to set her free.
Drawing back, he turned away for scant moments, reaching into the back pocket of his discarded jeans. And then, at last, Eric settled between her thighs, his hair-roughened skin sensuously abrading her satiny flesh.
Tina eagerly lifted to him, rejoicing in the fullness of him expanding to fill the emptiness inside her. With wild abandon, she embraced him with her legs, matching his unleashed passion, riding with him into the fountainhead of bliss.
* * *
“Are you all right?”
Eric’s low voice intruded into the warm pool of satisfaction enveloping Tina. How long had she been floating inside that shimmering aftermath of ecstasy? she mused. Seconds? Minutes? Hours? It didn’t matter, for it had been...
“Wonderful.”
“Yes, you are.” His hand lightly stroked her side from breast to knee; his soft voice caressed her emotions.
She smiled and opened her eyes. “So are you,” she whispered, too drained to move let alone speak in a normal tone. “I’ve never, ever...” Her voice drifted away on a sigh of utter repletion.
“I’ve never, either.” Eric smiled with tender understanding. His stroking hand wandered up the inside of her thigh. “Do you think it would be possible to repeat?”
Tina blinked, gasped, then parted her legs for his seeking fingers. “So soon?”
“Crazy, isn’t it?” Eric said by way of an answer, lowering his head to her breast. “But there it is.” He moved his hips against her thigh to prove his claim.
An instant ago, Tina had wanted nothing more than to drift off to sleep. Now she was wide-awake, aware, aroused, shivering in response to the myriad sensations rioting inside her from the draw of his lips on the tip of her breast and the piercing play of his fingers.
This time there was no hesitancy, no slow ascent into passion. Eric was passion, desire incarnate.
His fingers continuing to wreak havoc upon her senses, Eric slipped between her legs, his body taut with readiness, a column of searing fire, igniting an answering flame of wanton hunger deep within her.
And this time he was not gentle; Tina refused to allow gentleness. Grasping his firm buttocks, she pulled him to her, arching her hips high in blatant demand.
“Now, at
Their hands fumbled with buttons, tugged at hems, smoothed material from heated, trembling flesh.
The bed was a bower, a soft haven for their passion-weakened limbs. They fell onto it, into it, with murmured sighs of relief; at last the difference in height was nullified—they fit together perfectly.
Fit together, and yet were not joined together.
Eric did not attempt to overwhelm Tina with proof of his desire and prowess. Displaying another facet of his expertise, he proceeded to seduce her, mind, body and soul.
His hands stroked, caressed, memorized every curve and flare of her soft feminine form, while he murmured exciting sounds of encouragement for her to trace the angles and planes of his hard masculine physique.
His tongue drew a slow, moist trail from her nape to the base of her spine, then lingered to delve into the hollow he found there. In her turn, Tina delicately reciprocated the caress, her tongue dancing along his spine.
His fingers circled her eyes, her mouth, the tips of her breasts and the mound of her femininity, while enticing her to a tactile examination of the outline of his eyes, his mouth, the flatness of his nipples and the silky-smooth length of his manhood.
Inhibitions banished, Tina replied in kind to Eric’s every touch, every taste, glorying in every delirious delight derived from sensual play and erotic exploration.
The pleasure went on and on, tension curling, spiraling. Eric’s kisses grew harder, hotter, more daring, on her lips, on her skin, on her breasts, on that most secret place on her body, until, writhing, mad with desire for him, Tina cried a plea to him to set her free.
Drawing back, he turned away for scant moments, reaching into the back pocket of his discarded jeans. And then, at last, Eric settled between her thighs, his hair-roughened skin sensuously abrading her satiny flesh.
Tina eagerly lifted to him, rejoicing in the fullness of him expanding to fill the emptiness inside her. With wild abandon, she embraced him with her legs, matching his unleashed passion, riding with him into the fountainhead of bliss.
* * *
“Are you all right?”
Eric’s low voice intruded into the warm pool of satisfaction enveloping Tina. How long had she been floating inside that shimmering aftermath of ecstasy? she mused. Seconds? Minutes? Hours? It didn’t matter, for it had been...
“Wonderful.”
“Yes, you are.” His hand lightly stroked her side from breast to knee; his soft voice caressed her emotions.
She smiled and opened her eyes. “So are you,” she whispered, too drained to move let alone speak in a normal tone. “I’ve never, ever...” Her voice drifted away on a sigh of utter repletion.
“I’ve never, either.” Eric smiled with tender understanding. His stroking hand wandered up the inside of her thigh. “Do you think it would be possible to repeat?”
Tina blinked, gasped, then parted her legs for his seeking fingers. “So soon?”
“Crazy, isn’t it?” Eric said by way of an answer, lowering his head to her breast. “But there it is.” He moved his hips against her thigh to prove his claim.
An instant ago, Tina had wanted nothing more than to drift off to sleep. Now she was wide-awake, aware, aroused, shivering in response to the myriad sensations rioting inside her from the draw of his lips on the tip of her breast and the piercing play of his fingers.
This time there was no hesitancy, no slow ascent into passion. Eric was passion, desire incarnate.
His fingers continuing to wreak havoc upon her senses, Eric slipped between her legs, his body taut with readiness, a column of searing fire, igniting an answering flame of wanton hunger deep within her.
And this time he was not gentle; Tina refused to allow gentleness. Grasping his firm buttocks, she pulled him to her, arching her hips high in blatant demand.
“Now, at
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