A Perfect Passion I am sitting on the stool in front of my vanity table, on a warm summer evening, with the window opened wide. Each time the warm evening breeze blows in, I can smell the musky scent of fresh cut grass. The lacy curtains billow gently inward and along with them a soft light from the street lamps below. Behind me on the night table, the bedroom lamp provides the room with even more luminescence. Wearing a full white satin slip that scoops low in the back, with a pair of white hi cut panties and no bra, I finish brushing my long hair into soft curls before I lay down the brush. Looking up, I smile, because he is there standing behind me. Our eyes meet through the mirror and the sight of his handsome reflection causes a stir in my body. As a shiver runs down my spine, my eyes do not look away. He is so attractive in his black suit and he smells wonderfully of Obsession.
Our eyes never lose contact in the mirror as he comes closer to me. I shiver again but this time it is more of a slight tremble as I feel the warmth emanating from his body; he stands so closely behind me. Feeling his breath fluttering on my neck, he brushes aside my hair to kiss me lightly on my shoulder; I moan softly. MMMmmm! Slowly, I close my eyes. His kisses are feathery light and pleasingly warm. I try to turn my body to face him, wanting to kiss his inviting mouth, but he stops me. Placing his fingers firmly on my shoulders, he tells me gently that I am not to turn around. Opening my big brown eyes, I look up into his beautiful blue ones reflected through the mirror. The beginnings of a small smile turns up just the corners of his sensuous mouth and his eyes close slightly causing the tiny lines to crinkle in the corners giving him that handsome, rugged look.
His right hand softly caresses my shoulder. Back and forth; back and forth, taking the shoestring strap of my slip with his hand each time, until the thin strap is slowly lowered to completely leave my right breast visible to his admiring gaze. My eyes never leave his, watching his sooty lashes lower as he gazes down at my naked breast. My nipple puckers just from the contact of his eyes; other than his gaze, he hasn’t even touched me yet. My nipple puckers, reaching out to him, begging him for even more attention as he gently slides his warm hand across my left shoulder to drop the other strap. Once the satiny slip is past my hardened nipple, it falls silently into my lap allowing both breasts to be free and unveiled in the soft light. He raises his eyes slowly to look into my now smoldering ones. His work roughened hands reach down to lightly pinch my nipples causing me to gasp out softly. The sound is just a hiss that is barely audible in the shadowed room. Feeling a fullness in my breasts and an aching low in my tummy, a moist warmth begins to dampen the soft material in the centre of my panties. I sigh. Ahhhhh. His hands leave my nipples to softly slide down my flat tummy and into my lap dipping into the puddled slip. He clenches the slip in his fists and presses them hard into my lower tummy rubbing, as if he were trying to ease away the ache but instead, of course, he is only increasing it. As he leans over to touch me again, I can feel the rough material of his clothes scratching my naked back, but strangely it is a pleasant feel. His distinctive cologne fills my nose and awakens my sense of smell as he holds me to him just a few minutes longer before he places a hand under my right elbow to show me that he wants me to rise. As I stand, the slip falls to the floor in a whisper.
His hands slide smoothly down my arms as he holds me away from his body so he can just stare at me. Beginning at the top of my head, his gaze lowers until his eyes meet mine. Continuing, they stop for just a second at my quivering lips noticing that they are slightly parted to allow shallow gasps of breath to whistle through them. His gaze lovingly stops at my full breasts, then down to my tummy until he reaches the shaded darkness that is just slightly visible through my panties. Another flow of moistness floods my centre and his eyes return to mine quickly, right at that moment, to silently tell me he knows what had just happened. He crosses his arms and stands looking at me a few minutes longer, making my body tremble slightly yet again.
He tells me to slip out of my panties because he wants see me, all of me and without hesitation, I do as he asks. A little vulnerable, but at the same time I am feeling extremely excited standing there naked before him, particularly because he is still fully clothed. Tenderly, he opens his arms for me and I quickly step into their warmth, feeling his comforting protection. He smells so good and he makes me feel so safe and warm. I feel stimulated even more from the roughness of his clothes rubbing coarsely on my naked body. Pulling me with him, he sits on the edge of the bed, placing me gently on his lap. I am very aware of the wetness that is seeping from between my legs and is now moistening his pant leg where he has positioned me. He too is very conscious of what is happening. Placing his hand under my chin, he turns my face to his as we look deep into each others eyes; he kisses me for the first time. A soft, but deep and probing kiss, I am the first to close my eyes. Soft moans escape my lips but the tiny sounds are lost in his opened mouth. Still kissing me, his hand leaves my chin tracing a line down my slender neck to my soft shoulder where he finally he touches my breast. Grasping my nipple hard between his thumb and forefinger, he gauges my reaction wanting to see how ready I am for his lovemaking, and my tongue pushes out to greet his at that exact moment, telling him what he wants to know.
The kiss stops abruptly, and just as quickly his hand leaves my breast. I suddenly feel so cold and so empty. Placing his hands firmly on my arms, he gently forces me to rise. I look down and see the wet stain I had left on his pants. He looks too, then raises his eyes to look deep into mine, he just smiles tenderly at me. Lifting my naked body up into his strong and loving arms he carries me to the side of our bed where he delicately lays me down onto the soft duvet. Looking up at him with my head resting on the frilly pillow, I watch him as he takes off his jacket and tie. Very quickly, the rest of his clothing melts away. His knee causes the side of the bed to lower as he crosses over my body to lie next to me. He too, is now completely naked and he looks so powerful and virile. Laying on his side he faces me pulling my body toward him. We lay there for the longest time, just staring at each other as if trying to memorize each others features so that they may be remembered long after this moment is gone. Not a word is spoken. All that can be heard in the silent room are my quickened gasps of breath and surely my pounding heart. Smiling at me, he gives me a quick and tender kiss upon my opened mouth. Very gently, he pushes me back with his hand on my shoulder, I do not resist. Suddenly, he is above me placing soft little kisses on my face, on my neck, and on the soft undersides of my arms. I love his kisses; especially the sweet one he places in the palm of my hand. Quickly, I close it to hold onto the kiss. Deliberately missing my breasts, he lowers his sensuous lips to pepper my soft tummy with more of his delicious kisses. Further down his mouth trails my body and he kisses my soft mound of hair.
His hands tenderly slip between my legs, gently pressings the insides of my thighs to silently ask me to open myself to him... and I do. He sits back on his heels as admires my beautiful opening that has been hidden from him until now. His head lowers to my womanhood inhaling deeply. Slowly, raising his head with his eyes closed, he holds his breath deep into his lungs, savouring the scent of me. The fragrance of me telling him that I am a woman ready to be loved.
Placing his lips softly on the inside of my thigh, he carefully dodges the spot where I want him to touch me most. Teasing me, he kisses my body everywhere but deliberately avoids kissing that special spot; the spot my silent pleas are begging him to caress. My body is burning from my need of him. I raise my hips to his moving face but he is always careful to only let his sweet breath brush me there. I close my eyes as he moves up quickly and takes one of my hardened nipples into his mouth. He is not gentle; he sucks it hard offering tiny little bites that send sparks right to my centre. He is careful not to forget to offer the same attention to my other breast. I can feel the tears stinging behind my closed eyelids as I hear my own moans begging him to please release me from this tension. Finally, he listens to my moans, slipping down from my tender breasts, he instantly presses his tongue long and hard against my opened womanhood. I moan telling him, that is exactly what I wanted him to do. The tip of his wet tongue flicks at the hard pebble at the top of my opening. I almost scream from the intensity of the contact. My head turns rapidly from side to side and gentle moans escape through my opened lips. Hands opening and closing, continuously grasping at the bedsheets while I shudder. Lights explode behind my closed eyes and the tears that have been stinging begin to flow.
Moments later, I reluctantly return to reality and only then can I hear my own heavy pants. Feeling dizzy, I lay there enjoying the feeling of warmth that spreads up from my core right through to my tummy and onto my breasts. Tenderly, he looks up at my glowing face, smiling at me. Gently, he wipes away the tears that have fallen unnoticed from my eyes.
He kneels before me, carefully placing himself between my open legs rubbing his hardness in the creamy wetness; remnants from my orgasm. He moistens himself well before placing his staff at my entrance, making sure that all the feelings we experience are only soft, smooth and extremely sensuous.
He still has not yet entered me. He waits, holding his weight up from my petite body by placing his hands on either side of my body. He speaks softly to me; his voice is so deep yet filled with such passion. He tells me to look deep into his eyes and not to look away. Of course I will! I will do anything he asks of me. My smoldering brown eyes meet his soft blue ones. I feel him push slowly and gently into me; filling me and making me feel so much a woman. His movements always very slow and deliberate. The special place where we are joined is still well lubricated from my unending flow of juices. Feeling like velvet, he slides in and out of me like a well oiled piston, moving slowing at first but then increasing with speed. I feel that wonderful ache building again, in the lowest part of my tummy with its warmth spreading upwards.
Watching me closely he can tell what is happening to me even before I am aware of it myself. Swiftly, he falls back on his heels pulling me up with him onto his lap in one gentle swoop and without missing a stroke. Immediately, I try to hug him close, feeling such love and tenderness, but he will not allow it. Holding the upper part of my body away from him, he tells me to turn and look into the mirrors on the wall. I watch our naked bodies moving in a sensual rhythm; the age old dance of the sexual human. My eyes return from the mirror, to look back at him. He is looking down to where we are joined, still holding me back slightly so he can watch our joining. My hands are behind me holding myself up, he takes his fingers and he touches my sensitive bud, gently caressing it. Surprised at the impact, I scream. It is too much. The lights explode again. Now he pulls me up to him and I wrap my arms tightly around him. With both his hands firmly holding the sides of my head, he kisses me hard and deep, capturing my screams in his opened mouth. Our bodies move in unison trying to get even closer to each other although it is impossible.
Too soon, I spiral down into reality to hear the deep, low, guttural moans escape my lovers lips. He grabs my buttocks squeezing the cheeks tightly holding me to him so close and so still. He empties his seed deep into the moist part of me that gloves his hardness like a velvet sheath. Spasms from far inside me, engulf him, milking every drop from his body.
Much later, as the intensity of our orgasms subsides, he holds my body close to his. Resting his face against my cheek he feels the wetness from the unnoticed tears I had shed during our powerful lovemaking. He holds me; rocking me; caressing my soft back; telling me how beautiful I am without the use of words.
What feels like hours, but in reality is only minutes, he pulls me from him to gently tuck me into our bed. He slides his naked body in behind so we fit together like two spoons in a drawer. His hand rests beneath my breast cupping it, feeling the beating of my heart. Placing a loving kiss just below my ear, he whispers, “ I love you” as I close my eyes and fall asleep.
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