Disappearing

Oliver didn't stop her, but he did turn her slightly, so she could see their reflection in the mirror. Now her senses were nearly overwhelmed. She felt Oliver's hands touching her and watched them as well. She felt as if she would explode with the joy of the moment. It was if she were observing two lovers meeting and sharing, and yet, she was intimately involved too. The three dimensional aspect was even more exciting. He touched her, she could feel it. She could look down and see it. And she could look across the room and watch it. Her body responded as it never had before.

His arms wrapped around her and his hands supported her less-than-perky breasts. One hand slipped to her soft tummy and traced the scars there, scars that had turned a faint silver from the years that had passed. His mouth found that sensitive area on her neck, the one that made her shiver with delight when it was touched. He made her shiver with delight for long, joyful minutes. She watched it all in the mirror; she felt it all on her own flesh. Behind her, Oliver was long and warm and hard. Anne lost the ability to be shy or nervous. She only wanted to be with Oliver, in any way he wanted.

They took the steps to the bed and stretched out together. He leaned over her, touching and memorizing all the surfaces of her body. His fingers flew, a blind lover, learning by braille. Anne's eyes were heavy with desire, but she didn't want to miss anything, didn't want to close her eyes and just let it happen as it had throughout her marriage. She watched Oliver's face as he touched her so reverently, so gently. She felt the love in his fingertips as he journeyed over her imperfect body. She felt beautiful, reflected in his eyes.

She wanted to be totally in the moment, but found herself losing the ability to concentrate. Her mind was filled with a delicious gossamer haze, and she could only lie there and enjoy all the sensations Oliver was creating. Her body was limp with desire. She wanted to reciprocate, but couldn't summon up the strength to lift her fingers. She could only lie there, immersed in the pleasurable fog, her mind no longer in control, her entire body driven by her responses to Oliver. She moved closer and closer to the brink, her legs straight and tight, her hands clutching the quilt, her heart hammering against her chest. She knew he could see it, her heart, outlined against her flesh. Her eyes closed despite her best efforts to keep them open, to see everything. Her ears were filled by rushing air, and a faint low growl she didn't recognize.

Then it all stopped for long minutes as her body twitched and throbbed out of control. Now her hands moved, clutching Oliver to her, not wanting to take this trip alone. He held her, breathing sweet words into her ear, reassuring her that she was safe. She tried to hear the words, but could only make out the sound of his voice, not entirely sure what he said, just knowing that what he said was loving.

She came back to herself, her body relaxing and her breath slowing. Oliver's face came back into focus and he looked incredibly pleased. He kissed her mouth, her cheek, her ear. His body was still hard against hers, but he wasn't in a hurry. He held her and whispered to her, letting her relax and regain her senses. He didn't give her time to worry about what had happened. He wanted her and he was prepared to have her.

Oliver moved above her, holding his body upright with rigid arms. Anne reached down, finding his hard cock and grasping it in her hand. She felt the heat nearly searing her palm, the dampness of him. Looking into his eyes, she smiled. Then she guided the velvet head of his cock into her slit, her engorged pinkness. At first, she just slid him up and down the dampness, letting him become accustomed to her. Then she brought him to her clit and slowly began to circle it. His arms trembled, but he held firm. She swirled his cock head around and around, moving at different speeds, occasionally flicking over her hard clit, causing her to moan aloud. Faster and faster she used him, finding her own rhythm, moving her hips in time with the waves of pleasure. Again, she felt the rush building in her head.

"Oliver, when I am there, when I come, I want you, please. Then, then I need you inside me, I want you to feel me, please. Please, please. I...." The rest of her words were lost as the wave of pleasure overwhelmed her and she began to squirm and thrust under him. Oliver made a small adjustment and plunged deep into her, finding himself sheathed in incredible satin heat. He felt her spasms as she continued to orgasm, her pinkness clutching his cock and massaging it. Within seconds, he joined her. His cock exploded, sending come deep into her. He relaxed his arms, settling over her, kissing her mouth as he thrust repeatedly into the heat of her. Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer, holding him near. Her eyes were still unfocused, still dreamy and lost.

Oliver could almost tell the moment she came back to herself. She gave a small self-conscious laugh and tried to pull away. He wouldn't let her. He stayed over her, his mouth finding hers, his tongue playfully dipping into her. Anne struggled for a few moments, then she relaxed against him, allowing herself to be held and cosseted.

When he couldn't stay inside her any longer, he turned with her body still against his and pulled the quilt over both of them. They began to talk together, make plans for later in the evening, then tomorrow, then more tomorrows.

Anne was whole again.

THE END.....