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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