The night air felt welcome on her face as she lay upon the satin pillow. A slight breeze rustled the early autumn leaves as small insects of the night filled the woods beyond the garden outside her open French doors with their endless chirping. Somewhere a turtle dove cooed its song of love from some distant hiding place. Leaves blew slowly across the patio stones and the subtle tumbling of water from the fountain mingled into the nighttime symphony as her thoughts turned to him.

She tried to visualize in her mind what he looked like. Her hands had traced the outline of his face in the dark, the contours of his body and his muscular physique. She could remember well the tingle of his chest hair as it brushed against her erect nipples, the feel of his warm breath upon her neck, and the words he whispered so softly in her ear. His tenderness, love, and passion are something she could never forget.

It was on nights like this that he came to her, quietly stalking in across the patio and appearing through the French doors, his fragrance subtly announcing his approach through the blackness of the night as he came to her bedside. He would stand there next to her awaiting her hand as it reached slowly for him. She recalled easily the way his strong hand enveloped hers with such tenderness and care and the love the gentle squeeze conveyed as he held it and the burning warmth of his breath upon the back of her hand as he tenderly kissed it. Sometimes he never spoke a word, at other times his voice only a whisper of melodic music in her ear.

Then through the mixed scents of roses and lilacs, primrose, morning glory, and honey-suckle it was there, that faint musk scent mingled with all the others grew stronger and she knew he had come again. Her hand lifted and reached out from the bed and met his and she took his strong hand in hers once more. He lifted it and kissed her tenderly and his lips lingered as his breath breathed fire into her soul. Slowly his kisses traced a loving path up her arm and across her bare shoulder upwards slowly leaving tender kisses along her neck until his lips brushed hers.

His body slowly covered her with his warmth as he kissed her tenderly tasting every inch of her flesh and worshipping her with his love. His gentle fingers combed slowly through her hair as he breathed in her essence and his lips brushed the nape of her neck behind an ear tenderly. She submitted to him completely, giving all that she was to him to use as he wished. Her desires became his desires, her wants, his wants, and her passion feeding his passion. She found herself a slave to his taking as he used her at his will, never for his pleasure, but for hers entirely.

His mouth teased and pulled at her nipples, rolling them between his teeth so tenderly that they would have never ruptured the skin of a grape, yet exciting her with the anticipation of pain that never came. Time and again he sucked her into his mouth, his tongue flicking and circling the orbs as she held tightly to his head and soft sounds of pleasure escaped her parted lips. His breath burned like fire down her belly as he kissed her navel and licked tiny exciting circles about it.

Her thighs opened to him and he kissed her tenderly and slowly down one leg and back up the other. His mouth lingered endlessly about the union of her parted legs as he kissed and licked them with his loving mouth. The pink blush of her parted lips enticed him to move closer and sample the sweetness of the dew that glistened about the tender petals of her open flower. His tongue flicked swiftly, sampling the sweet bliss and aromatic fragrance of her moistness as her body arched in anticipation to his delicate touch. He kissed her lips tenderly at first, slowly allowing his tongue to trace the velvet contours as she writhed beneath the warm embrace of his mastery over her.

Her soft low moans filled the night air as she arched upwards, her fingers twisted in the long dark hair of his head as he delved ever deeper searching for those secret places that only lovers find in each others most tender embrace. Slowly, almost reverently, his tongue brushed lightly across the tiny swollen pearl as her legs tightened about him and drew him closer into her passionate embrace as he teased and sucked drawing forth the need in her to explode into an orgasmic realm of impossible delight and pleasure never before experienced.

Closing his lips over the tiny pearl he began to suckle and tease her to fruition. Her legs locked tightly about his head as she tore at his hair with hands pulling, guiding him in her throws of ecstasy until she exploded with such release she felt it rush up through her belly tearing at her as her breath froze in her lungs and time stopped for that moment that she wanted to never pass.

As she relaxed and sighed his kisses slowed and he loved her so tenderly as his mouth kissed its way down her legs to her ankles and feet then, as he had appeared, he was gone. As she reflected on the passion they had just shared she drifted peacefully off to sleep.

Consciousness came slowly to her as the smells of dew covered morning flowers welcomed her to wakefulness. A warm smile and a happy heart lifted her from the bed as she reached for the white cane next to the headboard and found her way to the open French doors and welcomed a new day and thanked him again for a night to remember.

Night Whispers
By Sir Wilhelm Knight (AKTR)
09/26/03