Damp Skin & Sweet Nothings

The day that had been, was well and truly done.
It had been many hours since the sky had seen the sun.
All the children were in bed – all the lullabies had been sung.
He decided tonight was going to be; a night for intimate fun.

The storm outside had slowed, to a gentle timpani on the roof.
The harsh glare of the naked bulb had to candlelight been reduced.
As he stepped into the lounge, she knew. She needed no sign or proof.
Their eyes met, their hands touched. The air crackled... in this moment of truth.

He led her gently by the hand, down the dimly lit, shadowed hallway.
Into the softness of the bedroom – where together they had slept always.
Gently, he sat her down upon the bed, where beside her he did lay
And as he whispered kisses up her arms, she felt her problems drift away.

She closed her eyes as he began; to kiss her satin soft lips.
And calmly he started to remove her blouse, her skirt and then her slip.
Then expertly, he undid her bra, and removed her panties from her hips.
A soft gasp escaped her teeth, as to her tiny trim triangle, his searching tongue did dip

A gentle kiss he placed there, as she lay back with her eyes shut tight.
Then he circled his lips up over her belly; and over her breasts his touch was light.
He worked his way back down again – leaving a feeling she couldn't fight.
As the cool breeze blew over her skin, his kisses turned cool in the night.

Under his guidance, her thighs spread open- allowing him access to that most tender spot
His tongue started licking at the enfolded petals, around the rim of her moist, honey pot.
Her button started jumping as her muscles started pumping – she feared they'd never stop.
Eagerly, his tongue began lap as the juices began to flow; all creamy, fragrant and hot.

Sighing again, she bit her lip, but she still failed to hold back her groan.
She took a deep breath and moved her hips, and started to wriggle and moan.
His touch was light and quick and controlled – her body had a life on its own.
He knew her body was about to explode as it suddenly went hard as stone.

Fireworks exploded inside her head and her belly convulsed for more.
Crying sharply, she grabbed his hair, grinding his face deep into her mounds open door.
Once again, his tongue was sucking and lapping at her juice, flowing like neér before.
As she climaxed again, she could only guess at what else the night had in store.

When she finally lay still, he lifted his head and kissed and suckled her breasts.
She tenderly gazed upon his face lying there, and she knew she had been blessed.
Giving a sigh she closed her eyes and let him continue to work his best.
Opening her eyes when she felt him stop, she watched him stand and begin to divest.

Slowly, he undid the buttons on his shirt... and shrugged it off over his arms.
As he unstrapped his belt, and let down his pants, his gaze was clear and calm.
When his shorts hit the floor she saw his member soar and he placed it in her palm.
She stroked its length, and it grew in strength, and once more she found herself charmed.

She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and with her other hand cupped his balls.
Then she gave it a kiss, ran her tongue over the tip and down to the bed he did fall.
Her mouth nibbled and sucked, her hands squeezed and stroked – his cry echoed down the hall.
Faster and faster, with tongue teeth and lips, till she felt him convulse and she swallowed it all.

The breeze blew gently across their damp skin, as together they lay on the bed.
Sweet nothings were whispered, sighs exchanged, but nary a word was said.
Fingers traced patterns over skin now primed and flushed a sensual red.
But the night was not over, she knew she would follow where ever he so led.

So the touching got firmer and the kisses got hot as they started up again.
With her thighs all moist, she knew she was ready- his hardness proclaiming the same.
He rolled over on top, and entered slowly, and smoothly...her blood pulsing through her veins.
Steadily he rocked with long... slow, strokes and then momentum was gained.

Panting and gasping, she grabbed at him as she felt herself repeatedly impaled.
Her clit was pulsing, her back was arching and her juices ran without fail.
Then she flipped him over and mounted his shaft. In the soft light her skin looked pale.
Time and again she exploded on him... her creaminess trickling a trail.

His hands stroked her body and he held her eyes as the precious moment drew near.
He smiled at her as he reminisced the times they'd made love over the years.
Lifting her hips, her waist he did grip. And his intention became all too clear.

He moved and thrust with such power and speed, she felt her head start to spin.
Gasping out loud, he started to moan, and he shut his eyes as his vision went dim.
She knew the time was coming, her body reacted afresh, pressing her flesh to his skin.
He pulled her mouth down to his, melding their bodies together letting his seed explode within.

The breeze blew gently across their damp skin, as entwined, they lay on the bed.
Sweet nothings were whispered, sighs exchanged, but nary a word was said.
Fingers lay clasped with each other. And the candlelight slowly went dead.
And that night as they slept, they knew they were loved, by the one that they had wed.