Homecoming Ch. 10

Pulling herself back to reality, she captured Jordan's deep pools of brown with her own dark amber windows to her soul before returning her attentions to worshiping Jordan's manly beauty. With Jordan still supporting her -- their bellies pressed together with only his hardened intentions between them -- Lula began slowly rubbing her body against his as she traced imaginary lines from Jordan's jaw line to the hollow place just above his right collarbone.

She rested her mouth on that hollow only long enough to nibble his smooth, hot flesh. From there Lula continued her oral exploration of his upper body, gently biting and teasing the already goose fleshed skin of his upper chest and then the side of to his neck...his chin...his lips.

Jordan exercised superhuman restraint as he withstood Lula's gentle torture of his body. He wanted to crush her in an embrace; to raise her lithe body up and impale her on his throbbing need. Instead, the statuesque man stood stoically, like a Roman centurion, and took whatever torments Lula saw fit to reward him.

He wanted her to lay claim to him as much as he needed to lay claim to her. The only signs he'd shown of melting his resolve were the occasional low, thick moans clawing their way out of his throat and tickling Lula's ear.

Lula was amazed that she could wield such power over any man, let alone a man as arresting as Jordan. She realized that Jordan was making a formidable effort not to lose control; Lula was impressed and aroused by his show of restraint. She decided to reward him for his labors.

Reaching between them, Lula wrapped her hands around the stiff, granite-hard shaft of Jordan's manhood, still impressively rigid even in the chilled waters. Her hands settled around the base and began stroking him as her lips found his once more.

She pulled away only briefly to look into his eyes before she closed in for another taste of his soft, full lips. She wondered at this marvel of man before her; giving her everything and asking for nothing in return.

His face, although strained with the unfulfilled need of his body, was majestic in its resolve; impossibly, his striking features were even more enchanting in the pale blue of the moon light.

Coming up for another breath of air, she searched his eyes again for signs of approval or discomfort. She didn't know if she was touching him the way he wanted to be touched even though her fascination with the satin-smooth steel of his member had begun to border on an obsession for her. Her efforts at pleasing him were rewarded with another low, husky moan from the object of her attentions.

Encouraged by these results, Lula continued her tactile exploration of his cock in earnest, enthralled by the responses she received just by stroking the impressive member. She wondered at the feeling of him in her mouth and began to salivate at the thought.

Lula wanted to feel the length of him; to memorize each smooth ridge; to rub her slit against the silken mushroom head; to feel all of his considerable length inside of her. With the help of Jordan's efforts, her body had begun to make itself ready in response to the mental and physical demands she was making on his organ. Even with the lower half of her body submerged beneath the water, Lula could feel warm, slick, sweet cream escaping from her sex.

Jordan could feel the core of Lu's eager body beckoning his attentions and nearly lost what little shred of self-control he'd managed to maintain when the supple body straddling his waist had begun rubbing itself rhythmically against the rough curls of his own sex. Unable to restrain himself any longer, the graceful goliath lifted his prize slightly, making sure to press her firmly against him, and prepared to join the two bodies in an attempt to put both of them out of their sensuous misery.

Sensing the impending and long-awaited confrontation with her own dark desires, Lula stared into the obsidian pools of Jordan's eyes. In the soft electric glow of moonlight, Lula could see the pain of sweet anticipation playing on his features. They had reached the point of no return; Lula was glad of it.

Jordan raised Lula high enough so that he could sample the peaks and valleys of her breasts before he would bury himself to the hilt in her warmth. Taking great pains to trace one pert nipple with his tongue before slipping it into his mouth to suckle, Jordan was careful to pay each mound of her tender flesh the reverence it deserved.

Lula moaned in response, a fine sheen of sweat slipping from her skin and coating her upper body despite the chill of the water. She hugged Jordan's head closer to her as he nipped lovingly at her buds, gently scraping the sensitive flesh with his teeth before burying his face in her cleavage to allow his tongue the opportunity to taste the erotic delicacy of sweat on flesh.

Loosening her grip on him in order to pull his head back to gaze into his moonlit eyes once more, Lula's body shivered in anticipation. She could feel her belly sliding along his sleek, sculpted torso as Jordan carefully lowered her onto the thick head of his cock, guiding his member into her with uncanny instinct. She let loose another winsome moan as the broad tip pushed urgently between her folds seeking her moist inner warmth.

"Oh, Jesus Christ, Jordan, I don't think I've wanted anything as much as I want to feel you inside me right now," Lula managed as she struggled to allow her breathing to keep pace with her heartbeat.

It was only a tiny fib. There was only one other person she'd wanted just as much, if not more. But that was never going to happen -- that moment was passed. Instead, she'd love the partner who "brung her to the dance."

There was a sense of contentment in that resolution. Jordan would never break her heart. He'd never treat her like dirt. He'd never forsake her for another. She could love Jordan as much as he loved her -- that was the promise she made to herself.

Jordan chuckled deeply at her blasphemous exclamation and nuzzled his head on her neck in order to feast on the soft, satin skin of her throat before jokingly questioning her, "Lula darlin', why is it we always want to scream out the good Lord's name when we're doing something the Lord probably wouldn't approve of?"

Kissing his forehead and returning his humorous banter, Lula laughed softly in reply, "Baby, right now I feel like I'm touching a god...so I guess it's fitting to pay your respects to the one who made us able to feel this way."

Spurred on by Lula's amorous encouragement, Jordan carefully lowered his lover onto his column with painstaking patience, allowing himself to be consumed by her depths -- slowly, carefully. He took great pains to ensure Lula's comfort for he knew that she'd suffer the pains of agony before they reached the heights of ecstasy. He was certain she was still a virgin.

He'd barely slipped the smooth, substantial width of his head into her when both were startled out of the intensity of their lovemaking by a sharp pop, followed by a bone shattering explosion before they were illuminated by diamonds of purple and blue fire. The fireworks had begun.

For a moment, the intensity of the situation was broken by the poetic cliché that had interrupted them. Both chuckled, realizing the cosmic joke that had been played on them even though they were anxious to recapture the mood.

"Jordan, I do declare," Lula grinned slipping into a perfect imitation of a deep southern drawl, "did you do all that? Why, we haven't even started yet!"

The young man laughed easily in response before pulling her into another kiss, "Sweetheart, hold your applause. Just wail til you see what I have in store for the grande finale."

In spite of the situation, both broke out into a light-hearted giggle before preparing to return their attentions to more pressing matters. Just as suddenly as the humorous moment came, it passed; for a few seconds they were thrown back into the reality of their situation. She was keenly poised to give her innocence to him; he was honored to be given such a precious gift.

Jordan had lowered his prize a few heartbeats further down his shaft when the second explosion lit up the night sky. Lula opened her eyes to watch the kaleidoscope of color play on Jordan's face and the sparkling waters behind him. She'd thought no moment could be more perfect than this moment in his arms. No man could love her more than this man ready to accept the gift she'd given. No man could...

Baby...look at me.

Oh, God, no one could make her writhe in ecstasy like he could.

...I want you to watch me taste you...

Would thoughts of him and that night never cease their torment of her?

...I want you to see how good you taste...

She would not let him ruin her for another more willing heart.

...how sweet...how much I...

Her eyes were playing tricks on her.

The conjuring of these memories of him and that fateful night could not have materialized into the mocking reality standing on the shores behind Jordan. The amphitheater created at the waters edge, now lit by celebratory blossoms of fire, must be playing tricks on her. Lula blinked once...twice. The vision remained, standing on the shore -- a god of thunder and lightening -- a force of nature in its own right.

And the only thing that seemed to be holding back this force was the slip of a woman in a white linen dress, tugging urgently on the sleeve of the wall of fury made of flesh.

"Daniel?" Lula whispered into the ear of a clearly confused Jordan who had been jolted out of passion's throes not by the calling out of another man's name, but by the mixture of fear and confusion in Lula's voice.