swordman

He woke early, just before dawn. Quietly and softly he turned to look at his lover lying next to him. He could barely feel her rhythmic breathing as she lay on her side, facing him. The soft, gentle rising and falling of her breasts let him know she was sleeping peacefully in her dreams.

Quickly he rose and confidently strode to the kitchen to start the first pot of coffee. It felt like a Vanilla Nut day. He had to search through the many selections stocked to find the right mix that would match the day before them. The coffee brewing, he went to the guest bathroom to shower so as not to wake his sleeping beauty.

The stream of water on his face and body felt wonderful -- invigorating and revitalizing him. He soon found himself singing her favorite love song, albeit off key and softly. "Hmmm," he thought to himself, "when did she become such a part of me like this." But then he chuckled as he washed his firm stomach and saw the small telltale lovemarks she had left on him from last nights' activities.

The first mark, just above and slightly off-center from his navel, was dark red and oval shaped. He remembered her laughing as she placed the hickey on his abdomen, telling him she was going to mark the path to heaven on earth. The marks continued down his abdomen on either side of the small line of hair between his navel and his pubic hair. Continuing down to the inside of his thighs, they stopped at the fold where his thigh met his scrotum. Both sides, almost symmetrical in
placement. He remembered the pleasure he felt as she marked the path. Pleased that when they finally drifted to sleep she was totally satisfied, he knew where his heaven on earth was, and he was eager to get back to her.

Just the brief thought of her in this manner caused his excitement level to rise along with his now clean manhood. Rinsing his hair and wringing the water from the washcloth, he now felt fully rejuvenated. Stepping from the shower, he saw his reflection in the full length mirror along the wall. He was glad the decorator insisted on liberal use of mirrors through out the house, but especially in the bathrooms. "Not bad for 40, I guess," he thought observing the view in the mirror. Still not enough workouts and too much fast food, he was holding his own. He wasn’t 21 anymore, but certainly far from over the hill as his friends had teased him at his last birthday party.

Dry now, he walked naked to the kitchen to get their coffee. Straight black for him. In her cup, he poured the coffee, then added just a half drop of extra vanilla and barely a sprinkle of nutmeg. Why she liked this combination amazed him, but that was just part of what made her special. Nothing was ordinary about her, from her coffee, to her philosophy on life, to her lovemaking. Special in so many ways, he hoped she was ready for the adventures of the day.

Picking up the coffees, he continued back to the master bedroom. She was still sleeping, but had turned on her back, with the sheet covering just her pert breasts and her right arm folded across her chest. He set the coffees down and walked over to the patio door. Quietly opening the screen, he stepped onto the patio and into the fresh morning air.

He could barely hear the gentle rolling of the Pacific Ocean across the stretch of private beach before him. Close enough to enjoy the sea, yet far enough away to not be a constant interruption, he loved the location of this house. The nearest houses were a quarter mile away on either side, also with private beaches so there were hardly ever any strangers or intruders into his territory. As daybreak approached, it seemed as if the sun was struggling to rise above the horizon. Airbrushed clouds, a reversal of light to dark captured his attention. Daybreak -- his favorite time of day, quiet and expectant, revealing the peace he desired for his world. Twilight was breaking, but not without a struggle before resting for another day.

In due time, he returned to the bedroom, taking a comfortable seat in the overstuffed chair facing the bed. She slept, his vision of beauty, so softly. As daybreak finally approached, the first rays of virgin light came through the windows of the room. They gently approached her, first reaching her manicured hand lying to her left. Next approaching her knee, slightly bent and beautiful in its form and structure. She laughed the night before, when he told her she had a body of a 20 year old, expressing the joy she received from working out and dancing at that crazy jazzercise class. "Almost cheating," she said, "It just doesn’t make logical sense to have so much fun staying healthy." He smiled at the memory -- another revelation to her thoughts, her insights, her world.

As he tracked where the light would continue to, he could now, in the morning light, see clearly the beauty of her bare midsection. Ribs still rising and falling gently with her sleep, they were protective of the inner workings of this woman before him. Her belly button was perfect in its shape, her stomach taught from staying in shape. Just below her stomach, he could see the outline of her pubic hair, almost transparent brown and neatly trimmed. Her thighs were firm and slightly open, exposing her virtues that had only the night before had driven him wild with desire. Like her thighs, her calves were perfect in proportion and shape. Her feet, beautifully manicured and pleasing to the eye, the foundation that allowed her to move with style and grace.

As he sat in the chair admiring her, he thought he saw her slightly move. Breathlessly he watched. She came to life like a goddess descending through the clouds. First her foot stirred ever so slightly. Followed a few seconds later by the straightening of her legs, still slightly open at the junction of her tender delights. Her eyes fluttered ever so briefly as she raised her arms above her head in a stretch of satisfaction. As she raised her arms the sheet that had been covering her breasts fell to the side of her beauty. Lying before him she was naked, waking up to a new vanilla nut day.

Slowly dropping her arms to her side, he could hear her take what seemed like a final deep breath of sleep and slowly exhale it into the morning. He rose and crossed the distance to the bed. Gently he sat on the edge of the bed. "Good Morning" he softly said. "Good Morning," she replied in her sweet, sultry voice, not yet opening her eyes. Again she stretched, this time her entire body at once. He was amazed at the sight before him, like a beautiful creature stirring, her
body moved in unison in stretching the sleep from her muscles.

As she finished her stretch, she reached for his neck and pulled him down to her for their first hug of the day. He maneuvered himself until he was lying beside her, locked in her embrace. Instinctively she put her leg on top of his thigh and pulled him even closer to her nakedness. Quickly, his manhood responded to her body, rising between them until it touched the sensitive part of her womanly opening. "Mmmm, you smell good," she said as her eyelashes fluttered and she finally opened her eyes to reveal the dark pools of emerald windows to her soul. Licking her lips, she teased him, "And I bet you taste good, too," as he kissed her gently on her supple neck. "Wait right here" she said as she quickly kissed him on the lips, gently squeezed his manhood, and jumped out of bed.

He watched as she padded across the bedroom floor to the bathroom, her bottom firm and with the confident moves of a self-assured woman. Within seconds, he heard the shower running and knew he had a few minutes before her return. He got up and put the coffees on the table next to the bed and arranged the pillows so he would be propped up. He picked up the book of romantic poetry they had begun reading the night before and chuckled at the memory of some of the comments they made.

Gifted with feeling the emotion of the writer, she sometimes bypassed the fine points, and jumped straight into passion. Her thought process amazed him, the way she could relate to a passage that made sense and brought the words home with a special meaning they could share. He smiled. Inspired by this attribute, he found himself sharing with her like no woman before her. He felt the ‘generality’ of her feelings as she expressed her thoughts, and he felt the specifics of her feelings when she acted on those same thoughts. Gratefully, he received her passion, time and time again.

She emerged from the shower with just a towel around her fawn trusses. Standing in the doorway, she teasing placed her hands on hips and chided him, "Hey, are you reading ahead on me?". Without waiting for a reply, she ran towards the bed and jumped on it, landing perfectly beside him. He smiled at her exuberance and was again awed at the beauty of her life. She arranged the rest of the pillows so she was propped up beside him, snuggled inside his right arm. He found where they left off the night before and began reading the romantic passages out loud to her.

Before long, she turned on her side to look into his face as he read. She placed her hand on his stomach and traced the path that she had made the night before with her lovemarks. She playfully smiled as she heard him gasp the first time she touched the underside of his scrotum this fine morning.

With his gasp, he felt a quick tug deep inside his stomach, like someone pulling on a string tied to his intestines, a strange, yet deeply erotic physical sensation. He began to put the book down and reach for her, but her twinkling eyes looked into his and asked him to please keep reading. The challenge before him then, was to read while her magical fingers traced and counted what seemed like every hair on his tanned thighs, continuing up to just below where his manly sac rested.

Moving so smoothly, she raised her head up and kissed him on the cheek, feeling the smoothness of his freshly shaved face. She inhaled deeply at the fragrance of his aftershave. Smiling to herself, she took her hand from his thigh, placing her index and middle finger where she had kissed him. She moved her fingers in a slow, lazy circle, each circle becoming larger, until she lightly ran her fingers over his soft, sensual lips.

He pursed his lips in a kiss to her fingers. She continued to touch and trace the outline of his mouth, even as he closed his eyes and flicked his tongue at the tracing fingers. Gently she cupped his rugged chin in her hand. She turned his face to hers and raised her head to meet his lops with her kiss.

Barely touching, she knelt over him, softly brushing her lips against his. Their breathing becoming shallow and swollen, as they anticipated the next touch. Lips slightly parted, tongues lazily met and danced against each other. She opened her lips farther, daring his tongue to follow hers as she retreated. His tongue advanced on hers and soon they were indistinguishable as they intermingled, pressed, teased, and played with each other in the unspoken desire of this kiss.

Opening his lust filled eyes, he looked at her. Swept in his passion, her emerald eyes danced at him. They laughed in delight with each other. Silently their reflections spoke to each other -- of desire, needs fulfilled, and satisfaction. She released his chin and slowly pulled away from him, snuggling again in the fold of his right arm. "I smell coffee," she softly said. "Right here," he replied, trying to regain some composure after such a passionate encounter. He leaned up, setting the book on the nightstand.

Reaching for her coffee as she re-arranged herself on the pillows to a sitting position, he felt her rub and squeezes his backside. He chuckled and said "Be careful now, or we’ll never get to the coffee." "Well, we wouldn’t want that to happen now, would we?" She playfully asked as he moved back into his sitting position. He handed the still hot coffee mug to her and quipped "Is this too hot to handle?" She coyly looked at him, slowly curling the edges of her mouth into a teeny smile, "The coffees not, but you may be." With that, being careful not to spill any coffee, she reached down and firmly squeezed his obvious arousal, stroking his manhood a few times before bringing her hand back up to cup her coffee.

They talked for over an hour, over two more cups of coffee each. Languishing in the bed, they were relaxed, telling stories to each other. They recounted their separate memories of distant places they had each visited. With others then, together now, one in harmony with the other. She was in the middle of a story about the mountains near Big Bear, when she reached towards his chest and laid her soft, warm hand on him. Leaving her hand still for a few moments, he stared at her, watching her eyes and lips move in unison as she happily shared the misadventures of a particularly crafty squirrel at a roadside stop.

As she finished the story of the playful squirrel, she rubbed her hand over his virtually hairless chest. Flicking his now erect manly nipples with the tip of her perfect fingernail, she quickly moved to kiss him full on the lips. The sudden change of pace caught him slightly off guard, but he met her full lips with desire of his own. Kissing her deeply, he pulled her head to his. She pulled away after what seemed like just a moment. He wanted to taste more of her, but she had plans of her own.

She kissed him on the neck and traced a path with her tongue to his earlobe. As she nibbled gently on his ear, she continued to rub his chest and softly pinch his hard nipples. He kissed the exposed part of her neck as her head was craned towards his ear. He tried to raise her slightly so he could taste the flesh leading to her breasts. Taking a breath from her passion on his ear, she whispered to him, "Relax, just enjoy what I’m going to do, OK?" It seemed to take all his strength to slightly
nod and whisper back in a slightly husky voice, "OK, OK, I’m relaxed ." Chuckling, she slowly moved her body down his, kissing again his face and lips with passion.

As her kisses descended his body, she rotated to the side so she was kneeling beside him. Her mouth continued from his face, tongue tracing a trail to his still aroused nipples. Brushing his hardened nipples with her teeth, she placed her left hand over his mouth. His lips parted, asking to taste her fingers. His tongue slowly escaped the confines of his mouth and bathed her slender fingers with natures lubricant. She obliged his desire, inserting one, then another of her fingers slowly into his mouth. Sucking and tonguing her fingers, like elongated nipples, she gave to him the sensation of oral sex with her lovely hand.

Gently, then firmly, she bit his nipples, feeling his body arch slightly, responding attentively. Her right hand moved seductively on his thighs, alternating right to left, coming near, but never directly touching any sensitive area of his private parts. He closed his eyes and envisioned what she was doing to him. He felt as if he were levitating, like a magician’s puppet, and she was showing that there were no strings attached.

Her tender touch caressed his thighs, gliding smoothly to his calves and stomach with her right hand. Her left hand traced his handsome outline -- first his jaw, then around his aqua eyes, hers dilated and sparkling with pleasure. She embraced the lustful appetite radiating from him, permeating and enhancing her desire. Softly, her hands moved in unison, mapping the contour of his entire body. Mountains and valleys of rapture overtook him, his body erect, then sustained. He was completely engulfed in her sensation.

Running her hands through his hair, she continued her slow descent, resting her moist tongue in his navel. Laughing slightly, she briefly glanced at his face and mumbled, clear enough for him hear, "No belly button lint today." He too, laughed at her remark, for this was the type of fun love they shared. He instinctively sucked his stomach in as he felt her tongue continue downward.

Hungering to please her, he reached to pull her hips towards him so he could reciprocate the attention he was getting. "Just relax," she said again, knowing that if he touched her, her control would slip away. Her disire this morning was to fulfill him. She was determined to give him the fulfillment of a deep need, the same that he had bestowed on her the night before. "OK, OK, OK, really, I’m relaxed," he said through a lusty laugh.

Her lips neared the tip of his now fully extended manhood. Reaching with both hands to the base of his pleasure maker, she tilted him slightly upwards. Filled with desire, her moist lips parted and closed over his hardened shaft. He groaned as the liquid heat of her mouth seemed to burn through his sensitive skin. Motionless, she held him in her mouth for what seemed like an eternity. Ever so slightly and holding her head in place, her tongue massaged the underside of his shaft. Lustful passion enveloped him as he fought the urge to rush her activities. She began to move her head slightly up and down on him. She took just a fraction more of his desire with each downward movement.

Aware that she wanted him to relax, he was overcome with desire to please her. Slowly and gently he put his hand on the small of her back. Her body trembled against his touch, moving to the tender caresses of his fingers.He widened the area, touching her from her shapely neck to the firm curve of her buttocks. He reached inside her left thigh and rubbed gently from her knee to just below her triangle. Rubbing the front of his hand on the inside of her right thigh, she squirmed slightly as she continued her oral pleasing of his fully arroused member.

Somewhat convinced she would not break her concentration to tell him to relax again, he grew bolder with his touch. He maneuvered his arm underneath her, placing his broad hand flat on her firm belly, gently lifting her. She moved with him instinctively to her knees. He softly moved his hand up her ribs, still in a massaging motion, pulling and extending his fingers. She began to rock softly against his touch. Within moments, he felt the swaying of her breasts within reach. He opened his eyes to watch her breast’s movements. Seemingly perfectly symmetrical, they gently swung from side to side, matching the movements of her rhythmic mouth and hands. Resisting the urge to caress them, he timed his next move carefully.

She was not large breasted by any means, but she was endowed enough to allow him to capture both breasts in a single cat-like movement. She moaned as he deftly found both erect nipples at the same time, rolling them between his fingers and the palm of his hand. She showed great restraint as she felt the pleasure spreading from her breasts to the rest of her sensuous being. Fondling her like this, he was enthralled with the pleasure he was receiving, not only from her mouth, but from the feel of her nipples, seemingly jumping in his hand.

Extending her nipples with his gentle rolling and pulling of them, he reluctantly released his prey. Quickly they found the rhythm they had before, swaying back and forth to her energies. He again moved his hand, this time more directly than with massaging action, to reach the top of her pubic hair line. He felt the silky hair slightly entwine in his fingers. Closely trimmed, it provided the perfect frame for the treasures that lie buried within. Continuing downward, he intentionally avoided her now moist area. Instead, forming a scissor shape with his fingers, he let them rest on the uppermost part of where her thighs joined her pelvis.

Firmly he brought his fingers together, enveloping her heated skin, causing her butterfly-like privates to slightly protrude. She had no choice but to move into his touch. She had wanted nothing but to please him, but his fingers had caused such a torch in her, her body now demanded him to touch her, explore her, please her. He let out a low moan as her excitement drove her to take the final fraction of him into her velvet enfolds. Her nose now being tickled by his pubic hair, he knew it would not be long before he could not control his desire.

Pulling his hand slightly back, he rubbed the small, soft spot just above her sensitive, now swollen, bud of pleasure. She pushed downward onto his hand, controlling the pressure applied. The angle of her body allowed the wetness that welled up in her to escape and roll towards his fingers, until he felt the slickness of her passion. With the addition of her natural lubrication, his finger slipped effortlessly across her bud and entered her deeply. Abruptly her body tensed. She gasped for air and pushed even harder down on his hand. Quickly, his index and middle finger were buried in her, slightly rotating to the grinding motion she was making with her hips.

Soon her hips and head were in the same rhythm, up and down, rotating, pulling on his manhood and his fingers simultaneously. He couldn’t hold back any longer. As he began to meet her thrusts, she pumped herself on his fingers. She was the first to explode in desire. He felt her insides contract quickly on his now engulfed fingers, then relax. Suddenly, her whole being pulsed over his fingers as first one wave, then another, and another rippled through her body. Her release continued, contracting and relaxing until he felt himself preparing to join her in sensual bliss. She took all of him deeply into her mouth and urged him to join her until she felt him swell up and could feel his orgasm erupting in her mouth. She took all he offered and continued to hold him inside her until she was sure he was drained.

Slowly raising her head and body, she slid up to meet him. Inserting his drained, but still firm, member into her now satisfied, but still moist, womanhood, they kissed deeply. He tasted his own pleasure on her lips. He held her tightly as they kissed and hugged in the afterglow. Soon he rolled them on their sides and before long, they had fallen asleep. Arms, legs and dreams entwined. Holding on to each other, not because they had to, but because they wanted to.