Squeezing my eyelids together tightly, I inhale deeply, savoring the scent of cedar wood that still clings to the air even after the candles have been extinguished. Smiling, I let my back sag against Danny's chest as his hot breath tickles the hairs at the nape of my neck, and in response he tightens his grip around my waist in his sleep. Visions of our lovemaking from a couple of hours ago replay in my mind as I linger in the twilight between sleep and consciousness. He begins to stir behind me, his soft eyelashes fluttering against my neck as he presses his lips to my back. When he shifts his hips against me, I feel his semi-erect penis pressing into the small of my back, and my insatiable hunger for him makes me grow wet instantly.
Laying his cheek against mine, he whispers softly, "Baby... are you sleeping?"
Saying nothing in response, I reach behind me, letting my hand glide from his thigh up over his muscled hip. He sinks his teeth into my shoulder, letting his tongue dart out to trace slow circles in my skin when my hand slips between our bodies and my fingers curl around him. I begin to slowly stroke him, feeling him grow within my hand. The room is cloaked in darkness, making my sense of hearing more astute, and I become aroused by the sounds that he is making as they travel from his lips to my ear.
The once cool sheets now burn with the heat that we are generating, constricting around us like a vise, and Danny raises a leg to kick our bodies free of the oppressive fabric. Craning my neck at an impossible angle against his shoulder, I desperately try to find his mouth with mine in the darkness and though my lips never meet his, our tongues fly out to dance erotically against one another.
Now fully erect and pulsing against me with each wild beat of his heart, his hand around my waist moves up my stomach to massage my breast, his fingers fanning out against my skin as they mercilessly and possessively seize the tight peak. The pressure borders on pain and I have to suppress the urge to cry out as I lower my chin to my chest, pressing my lips to his thumb when it skates over my throat. Abandoning my breast, his hand inches slowly up my heaving chest and he cradles my chin in his palm, caressing my lips with his fingers. Craving the salty taste of his flesh, I draw two into my mouth, bathing them with the sweet, wet warmth of my tongue.
Tracing wet fingers down the valley between my breasts and over my navel, he parts the damp curls that shroud my core, and I feel myself opening wide for him in anticipation of his touch. His lips curl into a slight smile against my ear as he whispers teasingly, "Do you want me to touch you, Michelle?" Closing my eyes, I nod when I find myself unable to form one word on my lips. "Tell me," he commands, his fingers hovering over my entrance.
Despite my best attempts, the English language still eludes me, and I uncurl my fingers from around his manhood and cover his hand with mine, forcing two of his fingers deep inside me. My hips move against our hands, and together we find a natural rhythm as he plunges his agile fingers into my warmth over and over again. I whimper in protest as he lets his fingers slip out of my body and I grab at his wrist, desperately pleading to be brought to completion as I finally find my voice and mutter pitifully, "Danny... please."
His fingers leave a trail of my silky juices on my trembling body as they slide over my hip and settle on the back of my thigh, and my body throbs with the ache that he created, begging for relief. Turning me slightly into the mattress, he spreads my legs and drives his penis into me with such force that my body feels like it's splitting in two.
Burying my face in the pillow, I raise my arms over my head and grab for the rails of the headboard to brace myself as the entire bed creaks and shakes with each powerful thrust. Slipping a hand between the mattress and my belly, he digs his fingertips into the skin just below my navel, pressing me closer to him as he pumps within me.
Our breathing is coming in ragged gasps and he tries to slow the rhythm to delay gratification, lengthening his strokes as he withdraws almost completely and then pushes back into me. His shaft rubs against my swollen nub with each thrust, and I bite the pillow as I feel the familiar tremors start to flutter in the pit of my stomach and spread to my center. Hoping to synchronize our orgasms, I rein myself in, forcing my already quivering muscles to tighten around him as he throbs within me. "Oh God, Michelle!" he breathes into my ear as he draws the lobe into his mouth and sucks savagely, and my sweaty fingers slip from the rails and reach behind me, digging into his scalp as I grab fistfuls of hair. Pulling my hip against him, he pushes past my tightness to drive into me one final time, and I cannot suppress the litany of expletives that fall from my lips.
Feeling him begin to lose control as he shudders within me, I scream, "God, Danny... please... faster... please hurry, Danny!" Knowing that the next movement that he makes, no matter how slight, will send me blissfully over the edge that I so desperately want to fall from, I grab the muscles of his ass to try and force him to move against me. But he remains still within me, inflicting a delicious torture and chuckling softly at my desperation when I whimper, "Please, Danny."
Grabbing my hand, he interlaces his fingers with mine and guides them over my breast, pausing briefly to knead the soft skin before he eases them down my body and forces them between my legs. "Shh, baby... shh... relax. Savor it," he coaxes, pressing our fingers to the joining of our bodies. I can't tell where I end and he begins. "You feel that?" he asks, stroking the fusion of our bodies... my soft lips curled around his hard thickness. "We're one."
Teetering on the edge, I turn my face into the pillow and breathe heavily against it when he increases the pressure of our fingers against our bodies and whispers, "Now, Michelle... now." My entire body convulses violently against the mattress, engulfed in flames that spread like wildfire when he jerks within me, and I feel myself splinter into a million pieces when he explodes deep inside me. We collapse against one another, our names a pagan chant on the other's lips.
Our frenzied lovemaking has left us both physically and emotionally drained, and I find it impossible to summon the strength to turn and face him. Drifting off to dream with his arms wrapped possessively around my waist, I savor the feel of him still inside me, two halves locked together to form one flesh... one heart... one soul. Smiling as sleep begins to overtake me, I find myself already having a difficult time remembering what my life was like before I met Danny Santos.
Sometime before dawn begins to peek through the trees, I am awakened by the sound of a screeching owl in the distance. Though my eyes can't cut through the darkness in the room, I can sense that Danny has drifted to the far edge of the mattress, and I cradle my chin in my palm as I prop my elbow against my pillow and listen to his steady breathing. Missing the warmth of his body next to mine despite the humid, June night air that blankets the cabin, I clutch the bedcovers at our feet and pull them up over our naked bodies. His voice, laced with equal parts sleep and lust, cuts through the silence like a knife when he asks, "What's the matter, baby? You cold?"
Migrating to his side of the bed, my nipples brush his chest as I find and cradle his face in my hands, sliding my tongue into his eager, open mouth. "Not anymore," I tease, entwining my feet with his as my hands slide down his shoulders to interlace our fingers before finishing, "I'm hot now. Let's go swimming." Not giving him the opportunity to respond, I sit upright, groping in the darkness for the quilt that Aunt Meta made. Finding it crumpled between the end of the mattress and the footboard, a casualty of our lovemaking, I rip it from the bed and pull him to his feet.
Draping the plush, cotton material over our shoulders, we run from the cabin, my hands locked around his hips while his hands cinch the fabric around our middles. The moon and stars shine brightly overhead, illuminating our path, and a dewy mist clings to the air around us and to the blades of grass under our feet. Laughing softly at my spontaneity, he whispers, "You're nuts," as we sidestep a barbecue grill and head for the babbling creek.
The water, now several inches deeper after the night's rain, laps gently at the bank as if whispering, beckoning us to enter. Bypassing the aluminum step ladder that begins on the dry land and disappears somewhere beneath the water's surface, we throw off the quilt and join hands, yelling in unison, "One... two... three," before jumping in feet first. Playfully splashing each other as we come up for air, he snakes a hand around my waist and pulls me to him, sliding his fingers through my wet curls as he draws my mouth to his. Sucking at the water droplets that cling to his parted lips when the kiss ends, I feel the hard heat of his semi-erect penis pressing into my belly.
"I've never made love in the water before," I confess coyly, teasing him as I gyrate my hips against his.
"Well... there's a first time for everything," he says, smiling slightly, lifting one of his hands to press a finger to my lips and grabbing my hand with the other. "But... good things come to those who wait. First things first," he finishes over his shoulder, guiding me towards the step ladder that dad installed for safety when I was eight, the smooth stones of the creek bottom massaging my feet as I walk. Turning to face me, he lifts me off of my feet and seats me on a slightly submerged step, and I watch the moonlight glisten off of his teeth as a wicked grin spreads over his face.
Just as I open my mouth to ask what he's plotting, he answers my question by placing his hands on my knees and spreading my legs, his eyes fixed on the wet curls at the apex of my thighs. Grabbing my hips, he tilts my pelvis towards him and drapes one of my knees over his shoulder, smiling as I lick my lips in anticipation. "Hold on," he teases, waiting for me to grab the rails on either side of the step before he lifts the other leg to dangle over his opposite shoulder. Lowering his face to my sex, he places delicate kisses along the crease where my folds come together, breathing in my unique scent. Pressing the pads of his fingertips into the cleft, he parts the folds and licks me agonizingly slowly, the tip of his tongue curling up as it glides over my entrance.
Hungry for more, my hips bow up out of the water as I press myself closer to his face. Smiling, his eyes lock with mine as he asks, "You like that?" When I nod my head, he lets his hot breath hover over my exposed core, insisting, "Tell me what you want me to do, Michelle."
"Taste me again," I order, shocking even myself with the determination I hear in my voice.
I can feel a smile curl the corners of his mouth as he presses his lips against my skin and whispers inside of me, "How can I resist a woman who knows what she wants?" His lips open over me, his tongue thrusting within me as the creek's water splashes around us. Letting his tongue dart in and out, his lips suck me gently to sample my juices as they trickle from my body.
His teeth graze the sensitive flesh as he plunges his tongue deep within me, swirling it around in small circles, and the pleasure that he is giving me is exquisite. I feel like flying... dying... crying as I thrash about beneath him, my heels digging into his back as I force him closer. Stretching my eyes wide open as I lay trembling against the step at an uncomfortable angle, I strain to watch his head move between my legs through the thick cloak of darkness. Locating the throbbing, engorged nub, he flicks his tongue across it quickly, and I whimper in protest, muttering, "More, Danny... please."
Hearing the urgency in my voice, he seizes the nub between his lips and sucks forcefully before sweet release finally finds me, and I am put out of my misery. He doesn't remove his mouth until my body has stopped convulsing and I have regained my strength. Placing his hands on my thighs, he eases my legs off of his shoulders and back into the water. "That was amazing," I say before he pulls me against him and kisses me passionately, letting me share in the taste of my arousal.
I want more than anything to reciprocate the unselfish gift of love that he just bestowed upon me, but I sense the desperate need he has to have our bodies joined when his fully erect penis grazes the skin of my belly. "I want you so much, Danny. Make love to me," I beg, and he places his hands underneath my armpits to lift me slightly, and I wrap my legs around his hips. Reaching down between our bodies, I grab him by the base and guide his head to my entrance, releasing a shallow breath as I sink down on him. Digging his fingertips into the flesh of my cheeks, he holds me steady as I lock my ankles across his lower back and wrap my arms around his shoulders.
Working against gravity and the buoyancy of the swirling water around us, he moves within me in long, slow strokes, sliding me up and down the length of his shaft. Powerless under the control of his strong hands, I throw my head back, relishing the feeling of weightlessness as the water begins to churn around us, licking at my flushed skin. Slamming his hips against mine, he quickens his movements and deepens the penetration, burying himself into my welcoming, wet warmth. I lift my head to watch my breasts bounce against his chest with each powerful thrust, and he lowers his mouth to taste the creamy, white flesh. Cupping one breast in my hand, I lift it from the water and guide the nipple between his lips and teeth, letting him suck ravenously as he continues to plunge into me.
Alternately relaxing and tightening the muscles in my vagina, I first allow him to slip easily inside me and then force him to push past my resistance, savoring the different sensations that our bodies create as we move against one another. He moans against my nipple, giving it one final lick as it falls from the corner of his mouth, and he focuses his attention on our orgasms which are fast approaching.
His wrinkled fingertips abandon my cheeks, sliding up my back and over my shoulders as I sink back down on him fully. Opening his lips over mine, our tongues tangle in a war to gain entry into the other's mouth, and I let him win, unable to concentrate on anything but the tremors at my core that signal the eminent beginning of release. "You... feel... so... good... Michelle," he whispers into my mouth between the sweeping explorations of his plundering tongue.
Feeling him begin to shudder against my trembling muscles, I dig my heels into his ass and lift my face from his to look into the pair of hypnotizing, black eyes that can see my soul, saying honestly, "I'll never get enough of you, Danny... as long as I live." With a hand behind my neck, he draws my lips back to his, and we swallow each other's screams of pleasure as we soar to the heights of ecstasy and crash into each other, his seed pouring into me like molten lava.
Lying in the bed facing each other, we fall asleep for the third time wrapped in each other's arms. My only prayer is that we will still feel this night's magic when the new day dawns. I don't ever want this feeling to end.
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