This was written for me by an icq friend and holds a special place for me. No begining, no end, just fantasy. Enjoy, Bren

He had traveled far. Time and distance but a singular blur of endless motion, space diffused by a driving need to be there with her and now, standing a few feet from her it seemed his journey was just beginning.

She stared back into his eyes with the wonderment of his appearance as he sought the passion in hers, finally able to beckon him into the house and close the door behind them.
The strength of his hand taking hers surprised her as he led her down the hallway, as if instinctively knowing which direction to go; wordlessly taking her into her own dreams and desires.

He set her down on the floor in front of the fireplace, stoking the dying embers until a healthy blaze cast a wavering light upon their bodies, the heat inflaming their smoldering passion. Turning to her, his eyes seemingly glowed with the reflected flames as he approached to kneel beside her. His hand reached slowly for her, tilting her face upward until his lips pressed against hers, parting them and taking the breath from her. Gently he took her shoulders and lay her down on the soft rug, his lips now seeding delicate kisses over her closed eyes, cheeks and ears.

She felt an overwhelming desire to be wanton, to rend asunder their clothes and feel his hardness within her. The heat of the fire and her body mixed in her loins as his hands began a tortuous descent over her prostrated figure. Gliding sinuously over her generous breasts, pausing momentarily to circle the hardened protrusions of her nipples, then across her ribs to the flat plane of her stomach, he teased her with his touch. Careful to avoid the center of her being, he continued to stroke downward, over her tensed thighs and calves, massaging her feet before traversing upward again to play along her inner thighs.

Deftly he removed the flimsy gown she wore and taking first one side of her panties, then the other tore them apart and pulled them from between her legs causing her to moan involuntarily. His right hand caressed her throat as he kissed her again, then slid down the valley between her bosom to the triangular patch of hair below. Unconsciously, she moved her legs apart, allowing his hand free reign to explore her womanhood. Surprised, he found her extremely wet, her womanly nectar coating her ass and thighs, wonderfully silken in texture as her sexual aroma filled the room. Parting her nether lips with two fingers, he slowly pushed them inside her feeling her velveteen muscles contract around them, the hard cone of her cervix at his fingertips. Moving his fingers like feathers in the wind he caressed her passageway as she pushed against his hand, her utterances indistinguishable as her hands clutched at the rug below her.

With her eyes tightly closed she didn't see him move downward, but the hotness of his tongue upon her swollen clitoris sent an electric jolt throughout her body causing her to arch her pelvis off the rug and a scream escape her lips. The sensations of his mouth and fingers were unbearable. Then she felt an incredibly new feeling, his third finger pressed against her anus, lubricating it with her own juices and slowly penetrating her sphincter muscle. The tension building within her seemed to center in her groin and migrate throughout every cell until unable to withstand the onslaught she burst forth, her climax spewing molten liquid from her taut sex and spilling into his hand and mouth.

Drained of all energy, she floated between consciousness and the Dream State, her body having no mass or form. He moved on top of her and for a moment she saw his body, firmed muscles beneath dark skin, his erection poised above her pulsing genitalia; then he was in her, the head of his organ spreading her walls as he descended to her depths.
She felt him tremble inside her, knowing her own pleasure had taken him to the edge of his own release, and now, she concentrated on contracting and releasing her vaginal muscles.

He groaned at the exertion, thrusting himself harder as if he could somehow meld with her and become a single entity. Minutes became eternity as he alternated the pace, bringing himself to the edge and then back into control again, watching her intently until the moment when her mouth opened into a long cry. Immediately his mouth covered hers, the cry of release filling his soul as he made a final thrust into her liquid heat, his hot semen erupting forth in almost painful spurts.

Still upon her, they lay locked together, her arms now draped about his neck, his forearms cradling her head, his still erect phallus shrouded in her and the mixture of their lovemaking pooling beneath them. He kissed her gently then, rolling over and pulling her onto him allowing his hardness to subside inside her as they succumbed to the sweet exhausted escape of sleep.