5:31 p.m. :: 2005-10-07
It Begins - Waking Up Dead
Julie had arisen before Tom -- it was 05:00 hours, he was sleeping peacefully, and she didn't want to disturb him. She quickly set the coffee and began her morning routine. She had been in the shower for about ten minutes, long enough to wash her long hair, soap up all over, and begin to rinse. Her back to the shower door she didn't hear him come in. He was quiet as a church mouse. As she stepped into the spray to rinse the soap from her body, she felt two cool strong hands cup each of her round breasts.
>From just inside the sonic shower door, Julie's body was a vision. Tom felt like he knew what it must have been like to come upon Aphrodite in some forest glade, bathing in a waterfall. Her curly black hair was pulled long and straight by the water, falling along her glistening olive skin. Her shoulders fell to a small waist before curving perfectly into the shape of her rump. Her legs were long and shapely, striking a seductive stance amid the foam of the hot water even without her trying. The soap accented every arousing curve of her body.Tom admired the shape of her perfect breasts, she felt as warm as the Italian sunlight as his abdomen met the small of her back and his chest her shoulders. "Good morning." He whispered in her ear. She felt her entire body yield to his, and allow him to envelope and explore the concaves of her curves. She smiled, her entire body smiled, she murmured "Good Morning" placing her hands on his. Feeling his body respond to hers sent a ripple of pleasure throughout her body. "Now, this is how I like to wake up.I never thought being dead to the world would be this much fun." "Mmmhm" she chuckled, as she allowed his hands to continue the exploration of her body. Tom's hands slid from her ample, round breasts to the firm flatness of her stomach.her body was slick with soap and water and under his fingers she felt like some untamable sea creature. He could feel her breath sharply at his touch.an arousing sensation that made him smile. Gently he kissed the nape of her neck.she tasted like the lavender and honey soap she used, giving her the sensation of some decadent sweet that was forbidden but wanted badly. With her hands on his she guided him to those places that caused her the most pleasure, as he continued to kiss and suckle her neck. He could be a vampire about now, and it wouldn't matter, she would gladly give up her blood to him, she was completely under his spell. Entirely aroused, she turned around, her nipples at attention like two soldiers, she laughed one managed to find it's way into Tom's mouth. "They always end up there." She whispered, and giggled, the look on his face like one of a boy in a candy store. In spite of the smile, her words didn't find an audience.he was too raptly engaged with her beautiful and bountiful body. He slid his teeth across her nipples, pretending to bite.applying just enough pressure to cause Julie's words to falter and her eyes to close, tasting them lightly with his tongue as she squeezed his shoulders in spasms of pleasure until she finally broke free. "Two can play at this game" she replied seductively as she found his chest -- she ran her hand down caressing and gently scoring her nails on his skin until she reached his nipples. She tugged at them, teased them, twisted them. She heard his quiet gasp of breath, then she took one into her mouth and felt his body shudder and his hands clutched gently at her shoulder. Her hand let go of the other nipple and, while still gently suckling and biting the one nipple, her hand moved down to caress him -- gently at first, her hand felt it twitch as it grew slowly. Her nails scraped down each side of it, and then cupping what she came for. She scraped her nails up the insides of his thighs and felt him twitch, felt the intake of breath, and felt him whisper "oh god!" She let go of his nipple then, and gently bit her way down his torso. While she couldn't see him very well in the dim light of the shower and through the steam she could remember his body. Lean, hard and supple, she loved it, worshipped it. She adored watching him move - his muscles working under the skin, cat-like in grace. She loved to feel the soft skin and the hardness of his muscles on his chest against her face as she moved down his body. She loved to feel his body beneath hers, over hers, around her, and inside of her. Finally Julie disappeared from sight in the cloud of steam that filled the shower.but she was far from gone. He could feel ever movement.her hands sliding down his sides until they rested on his hips, the kisses on his stomach.and then. He leaned against the slick, steam-wet walls with his heart pounding and the adrenalin racing through his blood like wild horses. His knees felt weak.his mind agile, an incongruity that somehow added up to bliss. All he could do was repeat her name. This was the first time he'd truly given himself for so long.in spite of the fact he was going to have a daughter, he still hadn't really let himself abandon himself. Chance's pregnancy was a fluke and a trick.Coyote coming in the night and leaving one of his gifts to screw with Tom's life. This.this was desire and love.and all together different. "No.no.no." He hooked his hands under Julie's arms and pulled her up from the cloud of steam just in time, ".not like that." She kissed him and silenced his protests as she straddled him while he sat on the hard ceramic shower bench He pressed his chest to her and her breasts squeezed tantalizingly against his body, arousing him even more. His hands slid down the gentle curve of her back, feeling the tightness of her rump and then he lifted her up and to on to himself, lowering her slowly and methodically in one achingly glorious moment they joined. She involuntarily sucked in her breath as he entered her and she enveloped his essence. The waves of pleasure were indescribable. She could feel all the contours -- the him rubbing slowly along the walls of my her as he swiveled. She opened my legs wider. Attempting to accommodate all of him, wanting nothing more than to wrap her legs entirely around him, as he continued to thrust deeply with in her. Becoming wetter and slicker with each stroke, her breathing became short. Julie whimpered with the exquisite sensation, the glorious satisfaction of riding him -- owning what was his. She slid faster, grinding against his him. About the time she didn't think he could thrust deeper he did, spreading her legs wider. Julie cried out as she crescendoed came soft little sounds of pleasure as she swallowed him deeply inside her. They slowed -- and she shook her head no -- "You haven't finished, please, let me..." Without a word, he stood up, her legs wrapped around his torso, he carried her with ease to the bed, dripped wet, laid her down. She laughed mischievously but a moment of apprehension appeared, she was always used to being in control -- and right now she was not. He withdrew from her, and she felt a moment of disappointment, however, his member told her different so hard and tall, she knew he had other plans. Grabbing two towels he gave on to her to dry her face and hair -- and one for him to dry the same. In one fell swoop before Julie could react her legs were spread and apart -- and Tom lowering his head, his lips and tongue devouring her wine, had found his prize. She tasted like salt.like a warm sea of desire, endless in it's depth and restlessness.filled with life and need and wanting. With each taste she rose like the waves, meeting him.with a panting gasp that drove him deeper and aroused him until the mere taste of her wasn't enough. He placed hands on the sheets and drew a line from her sex past the tangle of soap-tasting fur that ended beneath her navel and then up the line of her sternum to the glorious, orbs of her breasts. They were full and under their weight, gently laying aside with erect nipples.between their generous hills he could see Julie's chin rocked backward as she closed her eyes tightly against the rising sensation of his kisses. Hovering over her, he could feel the rising of her body against his own sex.a warm rhythm that made him harder still, harder until he ached for being so rigid. In spite of this he lingered for a moment, gently tasting the sweetness of her nipples for a mere moment before kissing her chin and then meeting her lips. Then with a slow certainness he pushed his muscular hips forward feeling her hungry, warm wetness engulf him and Julie gasping as he pressed deep and rose upward. He was swimming in her passion.engulfed in it.and in the moment he wrapped his arms around her and rolled to the side, bringing her high atop himself and sinking deeper still into her body. As her wetness sunk deeply upon him she groaned inwardly, she began to glisten the closer she inched towards the end. With her hands in her hair, she closed her eyes and began the ritual of the ride. The ebbing and waning of the waves that would soon crescendo into the ride of her lifetime. With each stroke he brought her closer. She could feel him harden and lengthen even more --as if that were possible. Their movement like a well oiled machine -- knowing the move of the other. As the moment crept closer -- time seemed to stop, and the two lover were engulfed in one another. She could hear his breathing, which was coming in ragged bursts -- she felt her hammering heart in her chest. The lips of her vagina slick, wet, and swollen encompassed him, milking him, and bringing him to the edge...
He teetered there on the very brink of bliss for a moment.a moment of struggling for control, of knowing that the pleasure of release meant the inevitable end of pleasure. Her next forward thrust didn't leave the option, though.his mind let go, surrendering to the warmth of her body and then his body let loose in a spasmodic indulgence as he came. With each pulse of pleasure he surged forward and upward, meeting her rising body. He pressed his face to her ample bosom, drowning in the sweat and salt of her pleasure until he was totally expended and fell back panting on the sheets. Shuddering, she smiled and still sitting atop, feeling the sweat begin to dry. "God.you're.incredible." He breathed. "Mmmm than you -- you are incredible, she said breathlessly" "If I didn't know better I'd swear you were part klingon! I think I have claw marks down my back!" He smiled, "Not that I'm complaining!" Arching an eyebrow she said - "Naw, I am not pretty enough to be a Klingon on baby" He began to move, and she gasped, don't move...just sit still! Everything is just so so sensitive! She watched him as he began to chuckle -- and she knew it was inevitable, she disentangled herself from her perch, and swung her leg over, feeling him slip out from under her, as she settled down next to him to enjoy the after glow. "If I smoked, I think I might right now." she said with a deep chuckle, "However, water is a must" she added, and got up easily to fetch the both tall glasses of ice water.
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