Erratic thoughts filled her head as she made herself ready for the evening. She knew him, yet she didn't. Every fiber of her being told her this was right and as it should be. She loved him and he loved her, but this, their first night together was still enough to make her quiver as much with fear, as with excitement. Tonight, her fantasies would become a reality.

The knock at the door brought her out of her musing, one last check in the mirror showed she looked her best. Pasting a smile on her face she opens the door.

One of those moments that seem to last an eternity holds her immobile and speechless, as her eyes take in the sight of him. Dressed casually, yet elegant, he smiles a smile that says so much, yet so little. Words are spoken, but none of them really register, looks and small touches say more than words. He eyes are at once seductive and sensual, though a bit hesitant and unsure. Taking in her full appearance, knowing she had taken pains especially to please suffused him with warmth. Leading him deeper into the room, they discuss their plans for the evening, but both know that neither one of them are going farther than here.

Her nervousness begins to show as her inane chatter starts to turn to babbling. Her eyes keep roaming his body and then return to his gaze, allowing him to witness the hunger she cannot hide from him. Gently smiling, he pulls her close to him, pressing her against him fully and whispering softly in her ear to calm her down. Her prattling stops the minute his lips touch her throat, it's as if he knows just where to kiss to get the strongest reaction. Her arms come around him, pulling him closer, tossing her hair to the side to give him better access to the strongest of her erogenous zones, which he takes full advantage of, with little nibbles and kisses down her neck and throat. She feels her throat should be scorched from the heat of his mouth.

She lurched up again and now she was nibbling at his earlobe, her hands in his hair, tugging, kissing his chin, searching for his mouth, now kissing him, her tongue between his lips, probing, but not too deeply for it was still too new to her and she wasn't certain what to do.

"I love your mouth . I've never thought of a man's mouth like this, but with you, all I want to do is to kiss you and touch your face." And then she was kissing him again, her fingertips feathering his cheeks, his chin, smoothing his dark brows, kissing him once more after that and yet again until he was drowning in her, the feel of her, the heat of her, the taste of her. Yet he is not prepared when her mouth moves lower, the vee of his shirt, down the center of his chest, opening one button at a time. So agonizing slow it makes him quiver. Her tongue dips into his navel and teases around it as her hands deftly maneuver the buckle and zipper of his trousers. Warm hands lightly grip him and free him from confinement. Almost fully erect and glistening with excitement, she marvels at the powerful site of him. Tentatively her tongue reaches out for a taste of him. He groans. His hands thread through her hair as her mouth moves circles around the tip of his erection. He is not prepared for the sight of her lips parting and her mouth engulfing more than half of him. Lips tight around him, drawing ever so slowly back to the tip, only to plunge down again. Up and down his shaft her mouth moves, sucking slightly harder each time. Her tongue curls around the bottom side of him in the most sensitive spot. Strength throbs in his manhood, exciting her beyond reason. Knowing she could bring him to such arousal with her mouth fills her with her own sense of power.

He wanted her more than he'd ever wanted another woman. He pulls her to her feet in front of him. He was mad, he knew it in that moment, utterly mad, his judgment shattered, his reason flown to the four winds. He drew in a shuddering breath, even as her mouth kissed his, her tongue lightly touched his, making him shudder and heave with the pleasure of it. His eyes were dark and intense with need and control. He kissed her hard and deep, his tongue going into her mouth with a man's lust, and no gentleness. He felt her stiffen instantly at the assault, and he gentled immediately, furious with himself. He undressed her quickly, without care of her clothing, and when his clothes were off as well, when he was at last kissing her breast, feeling them with his hands, holding them in his palms, trying desperately not to lose himself in their feel, their taste, he was forced to close his eyes at the joy she brought him, not just her breasts, but how her hands were on his chest, his arms around his back, drawing him to her, moaning softly, not at all afraid of him, And kissing him. Even now her lips were nipping his shoulders, then licking where she'd nipped his flesh.

His hand went down to her belly, feeling her warmth and reveling in it, for she was vibrant under his touch and that was all that mattered. His hand went lower until his was touching her woman's flesh, lightly with his fingertips, and to his immense delight, she shuddered. She wanted him, he knew it, and she trusted him, at least in this, the giving of her body to him.

His hand trembled. He looked at her soft flesh, knew he wanted to taste her, but also realized in that moment that it would probably shock her. He closed his eyes, refusing to look at her plump body that was quivering just for him. His mouth closed over her nipple and she lurched up, giving him more of herself, and her hands were wild on his back, his shoulders, and his buttocks. She was encouraging him, enticing him in ways she was unaware of and that made his hunger for her even stronger. He pulled her legs wide apart, settling himself between them. He didn't want to look at her, but he had to. Drawing her apart with his fingers, and then he caressed her with his fingers, his mouth.

She was stiff and still. Then, suddenly, she screamed with the power of it. He smiled to himself, still fondling her as he did so, she was twisting her head, nearly beside herself now, and he knew he couldn't wait another instant, another minute,by all the gods, he wanted to be deep inside her, have her holding him within her when he reached his release.

Rising to his knees he positioned himself at her entrance, probing lightly to cover himself with her slickness. He pressed slightly into her, she was snug, and he liked that. Taking a deep breath, he shoved hard into her, her flesh loosening and dampening, completely ready for him. He lowered his mouth over hers just in time to catch her cry of passion.

He filled her with himself, touching her womb, pausing just a moment, because the power of it was making him shake and moan. He wanted to pull back, to caress her again with his mouth, but he knew he couldn't. He moaned, tensing, lurching more deeply into her. He pulled back, and then drove forward, then over and over in a rhythm as old as time, long powerful strokes designed to bring pleasure to them both. His fingers came between them to stroke the sensitive nub, making her moans of passion turn to screams of pleasure. Her hips rise higher to meet each of his thrust, her nails dig into his back as if seeking to pull him so deep into her they become two halves of a whole.

Green eyes meet brown eyes, time ceases to move, her body goes perfectly still as if bracing for impact. He feels her tighten around him, that first orgasmic grip that signals the beginning of the end. She throws her head back and arches her back, breast coming up to meet him as if needing every inch of contact with him. He can hold back no longer. She has gripped him so tightly it is almost painful. He swells, she grips. Both outward bodies cease to move; yet inward is a rush of activity. His hardness buried deep insider her matches her spasm for spasm as waves as hot as lava wash over each of them at the same time. Her legs lock tighter around his hip as if afraid he will get away. Just when she thinks its about to subside his hips push himself deeper in her starting the waves crashing all over again. She is gripped so tight around him she can feel every pulse as he pours himself into her. Each wave cresting and crashing, only to rise and crash again.

Time passes in a haze of pounding hearts and erratic breathing. He rolls over on his back taking her with him to snuggle against his shoulder. She breathes deeply and touches her lips to his throat. Whispers softly to him, before they both drift arm in arm to the land of dreams, "Thank you My Love, for making my dreams come true."

06/19/00