Phantom,

I dreamed of you last night. Somewhere in the haze of the dreamworld I felt you come up behind me with your hands on my shoulders, your lips to my ear, whispering softly to me of the delights you would show me and the places you would take me. Your warm breath tickled and teased my neck and your hand stroked up and down my arms, coming around to smooth over my waist and abdomen, pulling me close against you to feel the heat of your body against mine. We must have been in the garden of Eden, as we wore no clothing. I could feel every inch of your skin on mine as you pressed yourself against my back. Heat and electricity poured through my body at your touch.

I turned in your arms and looked into your eyes, staggering against the fire and desire I saw in them. When your lips descend to mine, you bring your body flush up against me making my knees even weaker. I have always felt your height to be perfect to mine. My head resting nicely on your shoulder, my nipples brushing just below your own, the warmth of your sex pressed against and above mine, as if we are design to fit together.

Your head leans back as my lips find the pulse point on your neck, tasting and teasing and familiarizing myself with your own unique flavor. Hungering for more my lips move to your chest to nuzzle and kiss each nipple, feeling them bud on my tongue. Feeling your erection rising between us, as you are aware of the path I am taking. Your hardness slipping between my breasts as I slide to my knees in front of you.

There is nothing more beautiful to me than the sight of your shaft filled with the strength of desire for me. I stare for moments before reaching out to cup you in my hand, my mouth leaning forward to let the tip of my tongue reach out and lick the tip of you. You are heady and intoxicating to me. Nothing can delight me more than the sound of your moan as my mouth covers you completely. My lips meeting the base and rising back up to the tip so that my tongue can circle around the tip for another taste before descending on you again. Each downward movement of my lips making your hips move faster and faster, back and forth as if mating with my mouth. I hunger for the taste of you, feel the need to savor your desire and fill my soul with your passion.

But I have a stronger need deep inside me. An emptiness that only you can fill. I raise my eyes to yours and whisper in a ragged breath what sounds like a plea, "Make love to me, I need you so."

As always you seem to know what drives me to the edge of rationality. Your strong arms surround me; lift me up and over, until I am flat on my back with you poised over me like a hawk inspecting his prey. I feel as if I could be consumed in the fire of your sensuality. Hands, lips and body all working together to fulfill every fantasy I could even think of creating.

Like flame touching a candlewick, the burn starts off slow. Steadily increasing as your shaft starts to penetrate me. My inner muscles clench around you and you stop. I whimper. You push a little farther. I moan. You withdraw a fraction; my hips rise up to try to keep you from escaping. You surge forward, burying yourself deep with in me. I scream. The echoes of my pleasure reverberate around the room as we start to move in the age-old dance of love. Like a perfectly choreographed ballet we move together. You plunge, I arch. Each stroke becoming more and more forceful until my body has no choice but to give in to the explosion of ecstasy.

My orgasm wraps around me like fire and ice. I freeze then I melt, I clench and clamp around you. You withdraw and surge forth again giving me that final push over the edge and into the abyss of ultimate pleasure. Yet for all the delight you have brought me you still stay strong and powerful inside of me.

Not giving me time to descend from the heights, you pull out of me and roll me over. Placing yourself behind me, between my thighs you enter me once again. You pull my hips till I am on my knees; pull my shoulders back till I am upright. Your hands come underneath my arms and cup the globes of my breast and your lips mark a path up one shoulder and down the other. You make short little stroked that keep me in a low hungry burn. Your hand slides down my abdomen to curl in the hair at the juncture of my thighs. Your hand flattens and moves lower to brush across the erect little nub under the curls. Even through the haze I cannot resist a smile, knowing how exciting you find it when you feel your hard cock sliding in and out of my hot wet pussy.

I can feel you start to quicken the pace; your fingers start moving in faster circles on my clit. My legs start to quiver as I feel you swell even more with each thrust of your hips. By now we are coming together like thunder and lighting. Crashing together like a force of nature that cannot be controlled.

I try so hard to hold on and wait for you, but keeping my orgasm from exploding is like keeping a leash on a lion. Impossible. Moments before you, I give myself over to another mind blowing orgasm that is only intensified when I feel your blasting into me. Your arms come around me and pull me in a tight embrace as you give those last few short strokes that fill me with your life giving force. Determine to get all you have to offer, my sheath continues to clamp around you, squeezing and gripping your shaft.

Fire,

The tension drains from every muscle as you lean back against me.

Your velvet strength still milking my softening manhood as my hands entangle themselves in your long hair, turning your face to mine so I may look into the fire of your eyes and kiss lips full and ripe.

Totally connected at each sacred opening it appears two souls cannot be closer, yet as my tongue plays along your lips and draws yours into my mouth to be suckled I feel transposed and renewed.

A deft movement and my semi-hardness feel the coolness of the air instead of the heat of your core. Drawing you upwards to carry you to the bath awaiting us, your arms hold steadfastly around my neck, your head nestled against my shoulder and the heady aroma of our lovemaking perfuming our way. Slowly I kneel next to the sunken hot tub, lowering you into the steaming water and sliding in beside you.

We sit close to one another, letting the warmth penetrate our bodies, the jets of water massage our skin, the subtle humming of the motor lulling us into peaceful repose.

My hand cannot remain idle and begins to explore the lushness of your body once again, tracing fingertips along your thigh to the apex and then into the crevice of your sexuality. You suppress the moan as my fingers spread your vulva allowing the jetting water to splay against your hardened clitoris. Keeping you open with one hand, I turn slowly and you anticipate my invasion again. I push two finger into your vaginal passage. Your muscles involuntarily contract as I work them in and out, then curling them slightly to find the area just above your pubic bone and rub in small circles the spot that fills your nerves with fire and inundates your senses with lust.

I play my lips along your face. Delicate kisses painting each feature, then moving steadily downward as you rise slightly, discovering and tasting each nipple until your areolas are puckered and hard. Your breathing is becoming labored. I sense the climax building within you as I continue my ministrations, churning my fingers inside your hot canal and teasing your breasts with my mouth. Your body arches upward in the water as you come, crying in a prolonged release of pleasure until my mouth again covers yours and your voice fills my own throat.

Your sensuality floods my body, blood surging through a wildly
beating heart to fill the caverns of my phallus until it is purplish in its aching hardness. We are suspended together in the swirling liquid, our hands supporting and playing upon one another, my tumescent organ nestled along the length of your sex as though you were straddling a fleshy pole. Our bodies move like corks bobbing upon a wave-laden lake, your sexual lips riding on the top of my cock sending electric waves with each movement.

I feel my sense of reasoning falling asunder. Animal lust replacing cultured practice. Your eyes meet mine and a smile grace your lips. A whispered invitation and I sink into the safety of your sheath. My arms gather you up close as your legs wrap around my waist.

You grind your crotch to mine as we rock gently trying to make the moment endure eternity. A final look, a quick brush of our lips as we hurtle forth exploding against each other.

Sated, we drift apart, our hands washing the other's body. Now rising from the cleansing we towel each other dry, then move to the bed and lie next to one another, arms folded and eyes closed in meditative bliss. The sun begins to stream through the open window, illuminating our nakedness and warming our skin again. Our arms fall to our sides, fingers intertwine as the release of sleep overtakes our spent bodies..........