She was tired when she came in from work and not looking forward to an evening alone. Her daughter was staying with friends and cooking for one held no appeal. Coming through the door with her arms loaded down she noticed nothing amiss till she dumped her purse and other items on the phone stand next to the door. A strange exotic scent hung in the air and stepping farther in the room she saw a candle burning in the center of the coffee table. More curious than frightened, assuming her daughter had decided to come home instead; she walked farther in the room. The fireplace was blazing cheerfully and in front of it was a comforter and pile of assorted pillows. Off to the side was the champagne bucket, holding bottle and ice, on top the mantle she could see the smoke of incense streaming towards the ceiling.

A soft noise alerted her to someone's presence in the kitchen. Not wanting to spoil a surprise she called from where she stood, "Honey, I'm home." Nothing prepared her for the deep male voice that responded, "Welcome home Darling."

Fear should have been her first reaction, but her body and her instincts seemed to recognize that voice. As if a magnet had reached out and pulled on her, she was drawn towards the voice. Peeking around the corner she sees him walking towards her carrying a platter. Stunned and speechless she can do nothing but stare as he approaches her. In a weak voice she whispers, "What are you doing here? How did you get here? Who let you in?" Questions pour from her, but her mind is reciting a different litany. Excitement and pleasure at the site of him almost overwhelm her and the tiredness of the day seems to fade away.

"I flew in this afternoon and your daughter gave me a key to the house when I told her of my wish to surprise you." His eyes held a wicked gleam to say that this surprise was very well planned out. "Go slip into something comfortable and I will pour us a drink."

With a smile on her lips she went to the bedroom to change. Not wanting to appear obvious, she slipped into a floor length Chinese silk caftan. It was loose and flowing, split up both side but did not scream of sexual anticipation, even though in the back of her mind that was what she was anticipating. She hurried back into the living room to see him on his knees amongst the pillows with two wine glasses in his hands. No words were necessary, the invitation was unspoken. Joining him in front of the fire, she took the wine glass and reclined on the pillows, her caftan separating at the side to reveal a bare leg up to her thigh. His eyes traveled the length of her body and the approval in them made her glow.

Conversation floated back and forth between them, nonessential exchanges of thoughts that were unimportant yet meaningful. He would casual reach toward the platter he brought in and feed her little tidbits of fruit and vegetables, meats and cheese. Occasionally he would bite halfway into a piece and lean forward to her lips offering her the other half to be taken from his lips. Each move bringing them closer and closer to each other both physically and mentally. Finally setting everything to the side, he puts his arms around her, bringing her head to rest on his shoulder and just holds her there in a comfortable relaxing way. Snuggling against him she inhaled his scent, familiar and intoxicating. Moving her body closer, she raises her head to gently touch her lips to his neck. Her tongue lightly grazing against his skin then tilts her head back to receive his mouth on hers.

Gently at first his tongue teased hers. His hand wrapped around the back of her neck, tangling in her hair and giving her a slight tug to give his kiss better access. Her arms moved up and around his neck as if they had a mind of their own, bringing her breast to his chest, her body to his, her heat to his fire. He kissed her mouth in a leisurely fashion, tasting and delving. She purred with contentment, twisting herself about, and drawing his dark head down into the shadowed vale between her breasts. He rests there a moment, listening to the beating of her heart beneath his ear. Then, affixing his hands about her waist, he straddles her, bending, he begins slowly to lick the flesh of her torso. The flat surface of his tongue moves all about the swell of her breast and beneath them. It blazes a trail across her chest, her shoulders, and up the column of her throat. Then his head moves swiftly like a darting butterfly, he blew back the wetness created by his tongue. Pulling her gown down he fastens his mouth about one of her nipples, which he at first suckled and then gently bit.

Like magic their clothes disappeared. He had taken firm charge and she found she was utterly content to allow it. She felt like a very young girl again.

Releasing his grip upon her, he slid down the length of her, leaving her breast aching with longing to be touched by him again. Catching up her small narrow foot in his big hand, he kissed it. Suckling lightly upon each toe, his tongue tickling her high arch. His kisses trailed over her ankle, up her calf, across her knee and sweeping over her thigh, moved across to her other leg. Then reversing the process, he worked his way back down to her other foot.

Pulling himself back up, he began to nibble lightly once more upon her lips, while her fingers tangled in his hair. He nuzzled his face against her navel, rubbing his bearded cheek against the satiny flesh; every pulse in her body was throbbing with my desire.

Lower and lower, he moves along her torso. Her vulva was swollen and already pearlescent with her love juices. He licked at it, smiling to himself when she whimpered. Spreading her wide, he settled himself between her legs, gazing at her sex, which he revealed to his eyes, opening her nether lips with his thumbs to expose the tumescent core of her sex, throbbing beneath his hot look.

"God," he groaned, "you are so damned beautiful there!"
Leaning forward, he licked several times about the inner lips and then, fastening his mouth about the jewel of her sex, he sucked hard on it while her body arced wildly beneath him, almost dislodging him. His hands fastened about her hips, holding her still beneath his sweet assault.

Pleasure such as she had never known rolled over in such wild excess that she thought she would surely die. Then, as suddenly as he had offered her this delight, he was mounting her swiftly and fiercely, driving into her very womb. Bringing yet another surge of pleasure so great that she could hear a violent roaring in her ears as her body began to convulse with a powerful orgasm the likes of which she had never known. Her nails clawed at his back, and she moaned wildly.

He couldn't get enough of her. Over and over, and over again he thrust into her, unable to cease the furious motion of his cock. He groaned as she wrapped her legs about him, giving him greater access to the exquisite pleasure that their two bodies were capable of generating. Finally when she thought relief was not attainable, His cock quivered wildly, then burst with such intensity that she felt he would never stop cuming as his love juices poured into her womb, flooding it to overflowing. Exhausted, he collapsed upon her breast as she sobbed with relief.

They lay in front of the fire, basking in the afterglow of such intense lovemaking. She raised her eyes to his and met eyes still filled with hunger and heat.

"We've only just begun My Love." Were the only words he said as his lips again descended on hers.

Her hunger for him was so strong she was shaking with it. She worked her hips down until her head is poised over his erection. She marveled at the beauty of him. Letting her fingers trace a path up and down the length of him. Unable to resist, her tongue comes out and licks the head of his cock. Circling and tasting his essence was like an aphrodisiac to her, pouring fire through her veins and centering in the very depth of her core. Her lips parted and he slid into her mouth so slowly, filling her with strength until her lips met the base of him. She tightens and sucks all the way up his shaft. Starting to work her mouth up and down on him. Letting him slide in and out her mouth in a steady rhythm, sucking harder and harder with each downward plunge of her lips. He is so soft, yet so very hard. She can feel the strength and power inside him and she hungers for him to give that to her, but her need for him is to great. She is already so hot and wet she can't think straight. She lets his cock slip from her mouth as she reach down and expose her femininity. She moves her legs until she is straddled over him. She pauses for a moment that seems an eternity, as she let his hard cock brush through the wetness of her until he is pressed right at the entrance of her tunnel. She looks deep into his eyes, letting him see the desire burning deep inside her. Never loosing eye contact she swiftly let herself be impaled by him. Her hips coming down hard on him until he is buried deep inside her. She arches her back; as his hips surge forth, bring him even deeper in her. His hands on her hips, her muscles clenched tight around his cock, her juices pouring forth to warm him. She has to bite her lip to contain the scream that wants to burst forth from the depth of her soul. Never has she been so connected. Joined as one in their dance of passion. Two hearts join as tightly as their bodies. Their simultaneous explosions seem to reverberate around the room louder than thunder. Now it was her turn to collapse on top of him, resting her head on his chest, letting her breathing return to some semblance of normalcy before trying to keep hold of what has just transpired.

Arms wrapped around each other, soft whispers fading into the dark night as her eyes soon closed and sleep overcame her. A soft smile rested on her lips as her body snuggled closer to him to revel in the feel of having him back home. She was only vaguely aware of when he slid out of her embrace in the wee hours of the morning.

Sunlight streaming in the window brings her awake in the morning. Sitting up and scanning the room she can see no evidence of what had transpired in the night. No food or wine glasses, the fire died down to an ember, the candle unlit, nothing out of the ordinary. However the delicious throb of satisfaction permeating her body gave testament of the fulfillment she had attained. Was it a dream? A powerful fantasy? Shaking her head, she heads to the bedroom to get dressed for work, knowing some questions are better left unanswered.

04/03/02