His touch could only be described at magical. No matter where he put his fingers on me it could always make me shiver with need and anticipation. From a gentle stroke across my cheek to a pleasurable rub down my body. Every time he touched me, sparks flowed like electricity through my blood and made my heart sing. When you love a man, I mean really deeply love a man to the very depth of your soul, there is something so different about the way he touches you that mere words can not describe the feeling. Just being near him makes all your senses come alive. Yet his touch could enhance the senses tenfold. When his hand reaches out for you, you can't stop your body from instinctively leaning in, drawn to his touch as if it is the only way you can truly be complete. One of my favorite touches would be when he slid his hand around the back of my neck under my hair to bring me to him. Or the way he would pull me close with his arms around me and stroke his fingers lightly down my back to cup my ass, pulling my pelvis forward pressing against him in testimony of shared arousal.

His lips were full and passionately hot. Surrounded by neatly trimmed beard and moustache as added weapons to tempt and tease me. Warm, full and extremely sensual lips that could travel over my body and elicit responses I never knew I was capable of feeling. When his mouth engulfes me with one of his kisses, you know the type, tongue dueling, deep, shattering kisses that leave my knees weak, my heart beating fiercely and my chest out of breath type of kisses, I knew I had only just begun to tread the path to ecstasy. His knowledge of my body and the way it responds always served him well. Tearing down my defenses with a kiss, his lips then would start to travel to all the places he knew were my most sensitive. His tongue would stroke around my ears and down my neck, then little nibbles that made me quiver. My hands would grip his shoulders wanting to hold him right there, yet also wanting to push him other places my body ached with need. Like an artist brush on canvas his mouth would brush across my skin leaving trails of warmth in its wake. Across my collar bone, down my cleavage to first one nipple and then the other. One thing I always found strangely exciting was when he would take the side of his beard and rub it across each one of my nipples. It was the most fantastically unique feeling and I would inevitably arch towards him wanting more and more. He was an intelligent man, but more so he was considerate and always most considerate of my pleasure. Therefore he would spend quite a bit of time using his wonderful mouth to bring me to the height of pleasure many more times than I thought I was capable of. His lips burned like fire down my skin bringing my nipples to rock hard buds, moving down to my navel to let his tongue tease around, then move lower to the thatch of my pubis to nuzzle and nip until I was ready to scream and beg for more.

His eyes were one of the things that made our encounters so special. When you love a man as much as I loved him, its important to feel and see the passion shared. When he looked at me, the look in his eyes made me feel as if I was the most beautiful woman in the world. When he looked in my eyes I could see the desire there. When he looked at my breast, he never noticed the sag, he only saw them respond to his attention and I could tell he was pleased to see them harden when his tongue flicked the very tips of them. When he spread my legs and my womanhood bear witness to my arousal, the look in his eyes was one of sheer delight at being able to produce such a reaction from my body. He always liked to watch my face to see which of his ministrations elicited the most intense response. He would position himself between my legs and watch my face as he let his tongue stroke up and down each side of my labia. The blue in his eyes would darken when I reached the point that my hips were bucking up to his face, then he would close his eyes, bury his face in me and let his tongue work up and down on my clit till wave after wave of orgasmic bliss would wash over me, and he would not let up until my legs were shaking and I was too sensitive to take anymore. Then he would slide up my body, pulling me close to his with this triumphant little gleam in his eyes that promised more pleasure to come.

His body seemed to be designed to fit me perfectly. Not so tall I had to strain my neck, but just the right height that my head cradled against his shoulder when he held me. His hips were just wide enough that I could comfortably wrap my legs around or straddle him when I wanted on top. His phallic proportions seemed measured to order. I loved the thickness of his member. There is no feeling more powerful than to have my lips wrapped around his shaft and feel him getting harder and harder inside my mouth until my lips were stretched as wide as they could go. I loved to run my tongue around the tip tasting his delicious flavor then part my lips and let his shaft slide down my throat as far as it could. It was so stimulating to feel him quiver when my tongue stroked the back of his hardness then suck from base to tip and feel him pulse and swell even larger. When he got so hard I could no longer get my mouth around him, I would crawl up his body, placing my legs on each side of his hips and impale myself on him. Slowly easing myself on his cock, letting it stretch me open. I have never felt such wonderful fullness in my entire life. I lean forward and start to ease my hips up and down on him in a slow short rhythm. He puts his hands on my hips and starts to guide me. Incredible heat seems to pulsate from my core and rise up my body making my nipples even harder. Soon I am rising higher and slamming down on his rigid cock so hard I grasps my breast with both hands to keep them from bouncing painfully with each thrust. I fall forward onto his chest as I start to orgasm, my legs clamping in on his hips to keep me steady as the burst of pleasure rocks me back and forth, over and over I spasm around him. His control is phenomenal and his strength amazing as he rolls us over as one body, never coming out of me, smoothly keeping a slight in and out movement to maintain the pleasure. He kisses me deeply still maintaining slow measures stroke, nibbling my lips and delving in my mouth. I hungrily return his kisses as I can already feel the need building inside me again. The hair on his chest teases my already sensitive nipples. I wrap my legs around his hips urging him deeper inside me. Understanding my body language he rises higher to make longer deeper strokes knowing how wonderful it feels for me to feel each awesome inch of him slide as deep as he can thrust into my slick canal. Experienced intimate knowledge of each others body has us perfectly in sync with each other. I can feel him swell, he can feel me clinch around him, both of us building to a passionate crescendo. As if its a perfectly choreographed danced we slide apart, I roll over and onto my knees, barely missing a stroke he slides into me again. I bend till my shoulders touch the bed and thrust my hips back to him. Soon we are savagely pounding each other, his cock slamming against my g-spot. I don't even realize I scream out his name as the most intense orgasm I have ever had burns like fire through my body. When my pussy clamps tight around his cock he can hold back no longer and starts to spasm inside me, pouring forth his molten love juice to mingle with the flow gushing from me. My love for this man intensifies the orgasm to indescribable proportions.

His arms are strong and confident as he rolls me over to my side and pulls my body up as close to his as he possibly can. It seem as if every inch of me is touching him, engulfed in his warmth and comforted by his presence. Hearts beating rapidly and both of us gasping for breath. Long moments pass as breathing returns to normal, then softer still drifting off to sleep savoring the pleasure mutually share.

His heart was never mine to hold and no matter how much I loved him, I could not keep him. Millions of tears shed and finally acceptance sinks in, But ahhh the memories I will treasure for a lifetime.