A Fantasy about Love Pt. 10

Her hand led mine to the brooch and opening it, the sarong fell to the floor. She was a beautiful woman and looking at the love and defenseless dedication in her eyes, she was even more beautiful. Her blue eyes were shining, her lips were smiling, her breasts were firm and soft to my touch, her slender hips showed her little arrow pointing to her labia showing me the way to enter her, and her long legs, turned from running for years, were well turned. I admired her and she saw this in my eyes as she stepped forward.

"My love, I had two weeks to think about us: you, me, Maureen, even Eileen. It always came back to only one decision: I'm all yours, anyhow and anywhere. I've given myself to you with all my heart and whatever happens, I'll never ever leave you. You're my life and without you I cannot live - and I don't want to. This places a heavy responsibility on you, my love, because you can do with me whatever you want; you can tell me whatever you want me to do and I'll do it willingly, and all I want back is your love, that I'm secure in your heart and that you'll never leave me."

All I could do was opening my arms and she stepped into them. She started to sniffle, and a tear appeared in her eye. "I'm not sad, my love, I'm happy to be here in your arms. It seems, however, that life is not fair: here I am, all naked in your arms, and you're still dressed. What are you going to do about it?"

She was right so I gathered her into my arms and after laying her on the bed, removed my shirt and shorts, lay beside her. She lifted her head to kiss me and then relaxed on the bed, her arms wide open and welcoming me. I looked at her for a long time, savoring the perfect beauty of her body. Her long black hair was spread around her shoulders framing her perfect white skin and it was obvious that she had not been in the sun for some time. Her face was serene with absolute trust in her eyes and her tongue was slowly coming out, moistening her lips. Her long neck wanted to be kissed and her breasts ... her breasts were beautiful. For a moment I thought about Eileen: she was at the peak of her beauty, a mature woman, with beautifully rounded curves and sexual attraction, but the woman in front of me was more exciting than Eileen. She had the beauty of the young woman blossoming out, her breasts were tilted up even lying down and the nipples were stiff and inviting. Her body showed the years of exercises that had gone in sculpting a perfect picture of exquisiteness and beauty, but as always, the best part was the smile with which she regarded me.

"Open me gently, my love - I'm all yours."

I kissed my way down from her hair to her lips, nipping her neck to her delight and staying on her breasts to worship them; then I was gliding down slowly to her center. She had started to move, purring like a satisfied cat that is caressed. I took my time and savored her pussy, then went down along her leg to tickle her feet. She shrieked in protest, so I went back to the point she wanted my lips to kiss. She had the sweetest, most delicate labia that blushed a deeper and deeper scarlet with every touch of my tongue, and her high, firm breasts with their achingly erect nipples seemed hardwired to her tantalizing clit. I began to play with tongue and lips all along the creases and curves, licking, kissing, teasing. My tongue slid up and down and all around her now exposed bud but avoided the sensitive nub itself.

For long, long minutes I teased her, sometimes flicking feather light touches, other times sliding my tongue forcefully along her soaking slit, pushing it inside. Jenny was definitely reacting to my attention, very vocally and very physically, her hips rising and falling, twisting with an almost corkscrew like motion. She was getting closer and closer to her release, but what I think I enjoyed most about her, though, was the way she was so beautifully responsive. Every teasing lick or caressing kiss resulted in another musical moan and a writhing of her hips, until it felt like she was the one who was directing everything, even as she let me do whatever I wanted.

When I finally coaxed her into tender surrender, my reward was a lovely trembling of her thighs and tummy, accompanied by a gorgeous low moan and a warm flowing over my tongue. Her hot fluid was like, butter, melting in my mouth. "My love, you're wonderful and I love this, but I want you inside me, filling me and feeling your explosion inside me."

I moved over her, and she guided my shaft to her labia, spreading them and inviting my penis to enter. A small move upwards, my push down and I was settled deep inside her.

"Yes, my love, this is what I missed and what I need. Take me now, please; I'm all yours."

Even though I was laying on top of her, I could feel my knees get weak. I felt it throughout my whole body actually. I looked deeply into her bright blue eyes and saw them well up with tears. She lifted her head up and kissed me and it felt like our souls were merging.

I started to move, and she followed me, our naked bodies pressing tightly together, her hands sliding over my back and I let my hands caress her breasts, rolling her long and hard nipples between my fingers. I heard a moan rise in her throat and I knew she was not far away from her release. She had closed her eyes, following my moves and initiating her own, and when her body started to tremble, I knew we were close. I increased the rhythm and she moaned and trembled and as we climbed up the hill of arousal, she opened her eyes wide.

"Yes, my love, now ... please come with me now!" She closed her eyes again and let go. She cried and laughed at the same time, responding to my moves heatedly and when finally I had to let go, she jumped with me from the cliff. It was truly wonderful, a mixture of feeling her excitement, her love giving herself to me, her satisfaction being taken by me, and the knowledge that we were one - now and forever.

It took us some time to come back to earth and when I wanted to move away, she held me close. "Stay on me, James. I want to feel your weight on my body and you inside me for as long as possible."

She kissed me, actually we kissed for a long time, looking at each other, caressing the face of the other, and savored the moment. She sniffled: "Happy tears, my love." and finally I started to slip out and she moaned in protest, but to no avail. George was tired.

I moved aside and she looked down where our combined fluids were leaking out.

"I don't think that you want to sleep in a puddle, so let me clean this up."

She wiped her pussy with her fingers and looking at me, slowly licked them clean. When she was satisfied at the end that there was no more wet problem, she licked her lips. "One more effort..." and tried her best to leave my shaft spotless. George enjoyed the attention and made a half-hearted effort to respond, but gave up at the end. She looked at him and smiled.

"I know you can do better, but I'm giving you a moment of respite."

She came up again and grinning, bent down to kiss me. I tasted our fluids: creamy, dark and earthy and when she pulled back, she said "Thank you, my love. You have compensated me for one day of the two weeks I was on my own, so I still have a credit of 10 days!"

I laughed and pulled her over me. "Now I want to feel your weight on my body!" and started to stroke her long and slender body, her skin soft like silk. She shifted around until her labia were directly over my shaft and looking down, she grinned.

"It seems that George has found some reserves, so what should I do? Accept his request? Let him rest? What do they say about a swallow in your hand is better that two geese a week later? Oh what ... I'll take the swallow now."

She lifted her hips, pointed my shaft to her opening and settling down, engulfed George. I felt my passage as I went deeper and deeper, and her face and then her body flushed. She took my hands and placed them on her breasts. "These are yours, my love. Let them feel it!" and pushing herself into my hands, started to move her body up and down. I felt the rock-hard nipples in my palms and when I stroked her breasts first tenderly, and then more energetically, I felt her areolae crinkle and her nipples become even harder. It was a wonderful moment: she looking at me with a smile, my hands on her pert breasts and my shaft deep inside her.

She decided to take the initiative and began rocking her body. This caused all kinds of wonderful events; her eyes were slowly closing, but her smile never left her lips, her breasts were heaving in my hands and holding on to them was an extreme pleasure, whilst her pussy was massaging George. This could not last long and when she pressed her lips together and a loud moan escaped her, I knew we were again ready.

"I'm coming!" she wailed and convulsed around my shaft. I watched the sinews of her shoulders stand out while a deep flush encircled her neck. My excitement soared to watch her cry and thrash through her orgasm. Suddenly, I went over the edge, too, hanging in space while and feeling our excitement merge once more.

I cried out her name as my orgasm rushed up to claim me. I fell into sweet relief, blasting my release into Jenny's clutching pussy while my body twitched below her. She pushed back hard into me and held there, increasing the pleasure flowing from my penis.

We stayed joined together for a long time, occasionally rocking through a spike in the afterglow. I let my hands drift over Jenny's legs, back, and ass, feeling the smooth skin as she purred above me.

Finally, she spoke. "Wow. That was fantastic."

I agreed with her. "Jenny, you're are wonderful, exciting and ... I don't really know how to find all the words I would need to describe it, but I never want this to end."

"Thank you, James. I really needed this: I in your arms, you close to me, your body in mine, but principally your love."

"I was more than happy to help. Let me know anytime."

"Don't forget the anywhere! I assume that you'll be always ready to help a girl out?"

I laughed. "Yes, but only for this girl."

She laughed also. "Liar. There are two others you would also help out - anytime and anywhere. Confess it!"

She lifted herself and looking down, saw our fluids once more leaking out. "James, I seem to have to work all the time. Why are you not doing anything?" She moved aside and lay beside me.

I thought about this for a moment.

"Well, my dear, there are several options. We could not make love: no mess to clean up. We could plan ahead and have a washcloth ready. We could ..." I stopped since she had closed her eyes.

She had fallen asleep! So much for my creative mind looking for a diversity of options. I understood; it had been two difficult weeks and having made love now must have relaxed her so much that she was gone. What could I do? Puddles in the bed were not a pleasant companion and I got up, got a cloth in the bathroom, cleaned her up gently (and myself obviously) and came back, lying beside her again. I looked at her, a beautiful woman - my beautiful woman - and I perceived again how much I loved her. I kissed her and covered us up so that she could sleep secure. When I turned off the light, she mumbled something about loving me and turned around, pushing her arm below my neck and pulling me onto her chest. It was a wonderful idea; my mouth was just an inch away from her right nipple and when I moved forward a bit it was close enough to nuzzle it a bit; this was an opportunity I would never lose.

She opened one eye. "James, down! I'm tired and want to sleep. Tomorrow is another day if you want to fool around. Please let me sleep now and I want to hold you tonight in my arms to know that you're mine."

I wondered whether this was a polite way of telling me to shut up, but before I came to a conclusion, I was asleep, too.

TO BE CONTINUED

PESONAL NOTE: I started to write this story to entertain myself, then I got curious whether I could improve it. I re-read it, ran it through grammar applications, re-read it, changed words, ran it through a spelling app, re-read it, r-wrote it, etc. etc. This took me two years (after all, English is not my first language, but I worked for years in American end British companies, and after several tries I gave up trying to find an editor) until I was satisfied that I could offer it to other readers. The first reactions were very positive with high ratings and thousands of downloads. I assume that someone liked it, but to my surprise practically no one offered any comment. Please remember that I wrote this for fun, but like any other writer I would like to know whether your reaction was positive or negative. May I suggest that you give it a high rating if you liked it, but that you would comment to me whether you hated it? And why?

In any case my thanks for reading it.