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My hair tumbled down around my shoulders, snow was falling outside in the dimness of the twilight. My burgundy satin robe clung to my body and reflected the small light coming through the living room windows.
My body was on fire, my head felt as though I was intoxicated on the finest wine. It was a heady feeling and I floated as I looked into the fire of blue that lit his eyes. His touch burned me like the kiss of a thousand flames. The scent of Passion cologne filled the air and I was slowly drowning in the sensations of being desired by the man that knew instinctively just how to touch me and just where.
"Do you want me to stop?" I looked up at him my green eyes shining with the passion and heat of the moment. "No, god, please NO" And he took me in his arms and began caressing my back lightly and then eased the robe down off my body, I shivered, a delicious feeling and relenquished my body to him. Our heartbeats were loud and strong in the silences of the moment. The falling snow outside the window seemed to reflect our emotions as it sounded like it sizzled as it landed on the roof. I unbuttoned his shirt, button by slow button, savoring the moments. The longing now was almost painful. My body, my soul and my heart was so ready for him to complete it. His mouth found mine, nipping and pulling at my lips sensously, his tongue exlored my mouth and teased at me until I thought I'd scream.
He trailed kisses that burned their way down my throat, his hands ignited fiery trails of pleasure on my now bare flesh. He worshipped my nipples with tender kisses and suctioned them with his mouth, all the while his devilishly sinfull tongue circled and tormented me nearly driving me insane. I pulled his tshirt over his head and rained kisses and playfully and lustfully nipped at his neck, shoulders and chest. With a rasping sound his pants and underwear found the floor beside the sofa as did my robe. We sat nude, facing each other, the only light from a candle at the end of the room. Our touches became more urgent. Then we met and our bodies joined in an embrace, the feel of his hot, naked flesh aroused me even more and I could tell that he was having trouble slowing down. To hell with that. I thought and my nails tore into his back lightly, making him shudder and hold me tighter. It was delicious!!
He leaned me back onto the sofa and lay on top of me, our breathing was labored and the only sound that could be heard besides the snow. I could feel his hot and throbbing maleness against my thigh and I arched against him involuntarily. His questing hand found the center of me, the source of the red heat that was now suffusing my body and clouding my mind. I gasped and shuddered as his fingers entered me. I was silken wet and wanting him beyond all comprehension. He moaned and I implored him to make me his at last. He shushed me and grinned. "Not yet" His head lowered and I felt him kiss my stomach and then I gasped in astonished pleasure as his mouth began making demands on my most personal places. I closed my thighs around his head and grasped the sofa pillows with hands that were shaking with need.
A kalidescope of colors and sensations filled my whole being and I began to cry with the feeling, it was so intense that I could not possibly think let alone control myself. I felt myself leave my body, I was floating on a cloud of fire and silk. Then I screamed out his name and his tongue drove me the rest of the way over the cliff that I'd been clinging too. Then he pulled me off the sofa onto the floor and covered my body with his own. I sobbed with relief and desire as he drove himself into every inch of me, and for the first time I heard him telling me what I'd guessed at. "I love you, so much." And the rythm steadily grew faster and my body cried out for release, the release only he could give me.
He cupped my hips and pulled me tighter, I felt the contractions that signalled my release from the prison of passion that he'd unleashed inside me, for the first time in years, if ever, I felt wild and free. My orgasm was a wild, untamed creature that seemed to claim both of us at the same time, and at the moment that it happened for both of us, he kissed me roughly and we looked into each other's eyes as we emerged into the heaven of each other. When it had subsided somewhat, we both lay holding each other and whispering sweetness into each other's ears. I told him that I loved him and he raised up on one shoulder and looked at me and smiled slowly and lovingly. "God, Jovi, I've wanted to hear that since I met you, I will never let you down."
And we kissed, such a sweet kiss of love. All of a sudden the police radio screamed out signalling the temporary ending of a most perfect night. So he could see better I got up and pulled on my robe and turned on a soft light so he could get to his radio which was tangled in his shirt on the floor. My robe had fallen leaving my shoulders bared to his eyes. He answered the call and I saw pure anger burning within him. "Where did you get those bruises?" And he came over and turned me to the light so he could examine them closer. "Damnit, those are fingerprint patterns!! That sonofabitch did this to you didn't he?"And I looked up and only nodded embarrassed that he had seen. He pulled me close and kissed the painful bruises tenderly. I felt tears forming in my eyes at his gentleness. He finally drew away from me and finished dressing. "This isn't over Jovi, I'm going to do something about this, he can't hurt you like that, and he will pay for what he did." And he pulled me to him again and kissed me softly. "Please don't do anything stupid, I can take care of it, I don't want you to get into trouble, you could lose your job." and I took his hand and held it to my heart.
His eyes were dangerous as he replied. "It's his word against mine sweetheart, and he's going to pay, believe me, no one hurts you while I'm around, I love you and nothing will ever change that, and I'm going to take care of you and protect you." I touched his cheek and moved into the shelter of his arms. It was warm and safe here. But he had to go, dispatch had called. Long after he left, I lay on the sofa remembering his touch and the memory of it made me smile as I remembered the creature I'd become in his arms. Making love with him was almost ethereally beautiful and left me longing for more. Finally, I was alive again in every sense of the word and I looked forward to our next time together and mused at how perfect we had been for each other...my love, my handsome, blue eyed demon lover with the soul of a protecting angel....And somehow I knew this was just the beginning. I dreamily fell asleep on the sofa and awakened the next morning to find roses and hershey kisses on my car again...and knew that later in the night we would be together again...
My body was on fire, my head felt as though I was intoxicated on the finest wine. It was a heady feeling and I floated as I looked into the fire of blue that lit his eyes. His touch burned me like the kiss of a thousand flames. The scent of Passion cologne filled the air and I was slowly drowning in the sensations of being desired by the man that knew instinctively just how to touch me and just where.
"Do you want me to stop?" I looked up at him my green eyes shining with the passion and heat of the moment. "No, god, please NO" And he took me in his arms and began caressing my back lightly and then eased the robe down off my body, I shivered, a delicious feeling and relenquished my body to him. Our heartbeats were loud and strong in the silences of the moment. The falling snow outside the window seemed to reflect our emotions as it sounded like it sizzled as it landed on the roof. I unbuttoned his shirt, button by slow button, savoring the moments. The longing now was almost painful. My body, my soul and my heart was so ready for him to complete it. His mouth found mine, nipping and pulling at my lips sensously, his tongue exlored my mouth and teased at me until I thought I'd scream.
He trailed kisses that burned their way down my throat, his hands ignited fiery trails of pleasure on my now bare flesh. He worshipped my nipples with tender kisses and suctioned them with his mouth, all the while his devilishly sinfull tongue circled and tormented me nearly driving me insane. I pulled his tshirt over his head and rained kisses and playfully and lustfully nipped at his neck, shoulders and chest. With a rasping sound his pants and underwear found the floor beside the sofa as did my robe. We sat nude, facing each other, the only light from a candle at the end of the room. Our touches became more urgent. Then we met and our bodies joined in an embrace, the feel of his hot, naked flesh aroused me even more and I could tell that he was having trouble slowing down. To hell with that. I thought and my nails tore into his back lightly, making him shudder and hold me tighter. It was delicious!!
He leaned me back onto the sofa and lay on top of me, our breathing was labored and the only sound that could be heard besides the snow. I could feel his hot and throbbing maleness against my thigh and I arched against him involuntarily. His questing hand found the center of me, the source of the red heat that was now suffusing my body and clouding my mind. I gasped and shuddered as his fingers entered me. I was silken wet and wanting him beyond all comprehension. He moaned and I implored him to make me his at last. He shushed me and grinned. "Not yet" His head lowered and I felt him kiss my stomach and then I gasped in astonished pleasure as his mouth began making demands on my most personal places. I closed my thighs around his head and grasped the sofa pillows with hands that were shaking with need.
A kalidescope of colors and sensations filled my whole being and I began to cry with the feeling, it was so intense that I could not possibly think let alone control myself. I felt myself leave my body, I was floating on a cloud of fire and silk. Then I screamed out his name and his tongue drove me the rest of the way over the cliff that I'd been clinging too. Then he pulled me off the sofa onto the floor and covered my body with his own. I sobbed with relief and desire as he drove himself into every inch of me, and for the first time I heard him telling me what I'd guessed at. "I love you, so much." And the rythm steadily grew faster and my body cried out for release, the release only he could give me.
He cupped my hips and pulled me tighter, I felt the contractions that signalled my release from the prison of passion that he'd unleashed inside me, for the first time in years, if ever, I felt wild and free. My orgasm was a wild, untamed creature that seemed to claim both of us at the same time, and at the moment that it happened for both of us, he kissed me roughly and we looked into each other's eyes as we emerged into the heaven of each other. When it had subsided somewhat, we both lay holding each other and whispering sweetness into each other's ears. I told him that I loved him and he raised up on one shoulder and looked at me and smiled slowly and lovingly. "God, Jovi, I've wanted to hear that since I met you, I will never let you down."
And we kissed, such a sweet kiss of love. All of a sudden the police radio screamed out signalling the temporary ending of a most perfect night. So he could see better I got up and pulled on my robe and turned on a soft light so he could get to his radio which was tangled in his shirt on the floor. My robe had fallen leaving my shoulders bared to his eyes. He answered the call and I saw pure anger burning within him. "Where did you get those bruises?" And he came over and turned me to the light so he could examine them closer. "Damnit, those are fingerprint patterns!! That sonofabitch did this to you didn't he?"And I looked up and only nodded embarrassed that he had seen. He pulled me close and kissed the painful bruises tenderly. I felt tears forming in my eyes at his gentleness. He finally drew away from me and finished dressing. "This isn't over Jovi, I'm going to do something about this, he can't hurt you like that, and he will pay for what he did." And he pulled me to him again and kissed me softly. "Please don't do anything stupid, I can take care of it, I don't want you to get into trouble, you could lose your job." and I took his hand and held it to my heart.
His eyes were dangerous as he replied. "It's his word against mine sweetheart, and he's going to pay, believe me, no one hurts you while I'm around, I love you and nothing will ever change that, and I'm going to take care of you and protect you." I touched his cheek and moved into the shelter of his arms. It was warm and safe here. But he had to go, dispatch had called. Long after he left, I lay on the sofa remembering his touch and the memory of it made me smile as I remembered the creature I'd become in his arms. Making love with him was almost ethereally beautiful and left me longing for more. Finally, I was alive again in every sense of the word and I looked forward to our next time together and mused at how perfect we had been for each other...my love, my handsome, blue eyed demon lover with the soul of a protecting angel....And somehow I knew this was just the beginning. I dreamily fell asleep on the sofa and awakened the next morning to find roses and hershey kisses on my car again...and knew that later in the night we would be together again...
posted by Jovilette at 9/06/2005
3 Comments:
Wow. That was intense.
Jezzz woman...you should write your own fantasy book...I'll make a fan club.:)
Excellent!
Jovi...
You havenot idea how good you are in writing sexual fantasies....
Very intense!
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