Rekindled Spirits

Sensing her passion and her desperate need for relief, Adam slid down her body to taste the ambrosia that awaited him between her smooth thighs. He paused briefly to take in the majesty of her sexual flower. Her lips were full and dark and had already parted. Clear liquid oozed from her slick chamber and slid toward her anus. He kissed her inner thighs and put his hands under her firm butt cheeks. Cynthia was about to scream for him to hurry when he pressed is tongue against her silken gash and slowly licked up to her pearl. Cynthia gasped at the pleasure of his touch and clutched the bedspread beneath her.

Adam spent the next few minutes moving his lips and tongue all around her sex, nipping and licking and tenderly pulling her engorged clit. Cynthia had never felt sexual feelings as strong as the ones Adam was bringing out in her. He played her like a fine instrument. As her breathing became more heated and ragged, Adam pushed two fingers slowly into her. "Oh, my God!" she screamed. He rubbed his finger tips back and forth along the ridges at the top of her heavenly chamber. Then, ever so gently, he sucked her bud against her tongue. "Oh, Jesus! Fuck!" she bellowed as a monstrous wave of pleasure swept her up and carried her to a place she'd never been. The intensity of the pleasure gripped her entire body as she pressed herself against Adam's tongue. Her hips thrashed, and Adam struggled to maintain contact. Finally, as the wave subsided, she relaxed, and Adam immediately broke from her hyper-sensitive clit. Slowly, he withdrew his fingers from her dripping channel and put them in his mouth to lick off her juices, which was a sight she found incredibly erotic.

Cynthia lay there silently for several minutes trying to recover. Adam moved back to the head of the bed and kissed her lightly along her neck and chest. When she could finally respond, she grabbed his face, pulled it fervently to hers, and gave Adam a passionate kiss. "That was ... I don't even have a word for what that was. Fantastic, amazing ... none of those capture the feelings you just gave me. I've never felt anything like that before."

Adam smiled. "I'm glad I did better than your other lovers."

"No. I mean, no one's ever done that to me before," she said, still panting slightly.

He looked at her curiously. "You mean, none of your other lovers ever ..." She shook her head no. "You've gotta be fucking kidding me! What kind of asshole turns down an opportunity to give pleasure to someone as beautiful as you? You look and taste like angels must look and taste!"

She looked at him. "You mean that don't you?"

"Hell, yes, I do! Cyn, you're everything I could ever want in life."

Her eyes moistened again, and she said, "Adam, I want to return the favor very badly, but right now, I really need you inside me. Will you please make love to me?"

He didn't say a word. He looked deep within her eyes and moved between her luscious legs. He kissed her foot with his eyes never leaving hers. Adam moved toward her and grabbed his cock to rub the tip up and down her sodden entrance, mixing his fluids with hers. She reached up and touched his face as he began slowly entering her. Adam held her hand to his cheek and kissed her palm. As he pressed forward, pushing inch-by-inch into her, he watched her face for the slightest signs of discomfort and always stopped to allow her body to adjust to his girth.

"I've never loved anyone else, Cyn ... not like you."

With a tear sliding from the corner of her eye, she whispered, "I know, my love." She swallowed hard. "I'm so in love with you right now that I can hardly breathe."

Adam gradually began moving in and out of her. He watched her face, and he saw the beat of her heart in the artery of her neck when she leaned back. He felt the walls of her pussy squeeze him, and he positioned himself so she could rub her clit against his thick shaft as he penetrated her. He closed his eyes so his sense memory could capture every touch and every smell.

Cynthia was overwhelmed. She had never felt so loved ... so treasured and certainly never from a man making love to her. All her other relationships now all seemed so childish, so immature. She had certainly never been made to feel this loved by Will. As her thoughts and feelings intermingled with the sheer animal passion Adam was unleashing within her, she grabbed him and held him as closely as she had ever held any human being. He sensed her feelings and put his hands under her back to return the embrace.

Adam now concentrated on her breathing and rhythms. He was determined to make them cum at the same time, and he knew his feelings were so intense that he wouldn't last much longer. As he felt his balls start to tighten, he wet a finger and reached down to give her clit a gentle massage. At the same time, he took her right nipple into his mouth and sucked it hard, mashing it against his tongue.

The combination was too much for Cynthia. She began panting, and her body began trembling. Adam picked his speed and allowed his body to do what came natural. Cynthia breathily blurted, "Oh, God. Oh, fuck, Adam!" Adam was now pounding her savagely. "Fuck me!" she screamed as her body grew tense. Adam's first blast of semen shot out of him with such force that he stopped breathing. He could no longer hold onto Cynthia's nipple as he gritted his teeth and clinched his eyes.

Adam was now plunging in and out of her with incredible power, and Cynthia thrust herself against him. Their bodies collided with titanic force as wave after wave of pleasure engulfed them. Adam kept shooting stream after stream of sperm against her cervix, and Cynthia ground her red raw clit against the shaft of her lover until her body was no longer clenched. She had no idea how long her orgasm lasted, but it seemed like hours. Adam's balls were finally drained, and his movements ground to a halt. Adam had no more strength to move, and Cynthia refused to loosen her grasp of him, so he lay on top of her for the longest time. Only when his shrinking penis eventually slid out of her on a slick sea of fluid did Cynthia release her embrace. Adam rolled over on his back and pulled her onto his chest. She snuggled against him and laid her head over his beating heart.

"I can't even begin to guess about how many times I've dreamt and fantasized about making love to you, but this ... Wow! ... This was a trillion times more amazing than anything I ever imagined," he said as he panted.

"Jesus, Adam, you're an amazing lover. Fuck!"

"Cyn, you know I can never, ever, ever, ever, ever let you out of my life again, don't you?" he asked as he hugged her tightly.

"Adam, my love, you couldn't get rid of me now if you tried. I've known for a long time that I loved you, but I'm even more certain of it now, and I don't mean just because of the sex – which nearly blew my head apart! I mean the way you look at me and talk about me ... talk to me. I haven't had a lot of that in my life."

He shook his head. "That seems so preposterous to me. How could any normal man look at you, get to know how special you are, and not fall hopelessly in love with you?"

"Maybe they weren't supposed to," she answered. She looked up at him and added, "Maybe only you are supposed to see me that way."

Adam snorted. "Yeah, maybe. All I know is you are the love of my life and always have been. To be honest, that's the real reason I couldn't go through with the marriage to Kate. She's a great person, but she wasn't ... you." She brought his hand to her lips and kissed it.

She smiled. "Do you remember our first kiss ... Out in your back yard on that old swing?"

"Like it was yesterday."

"We were nine."

"And scared to death that someone would find out."

She chuckled. "Yeah. That's when I realized I loved you."

"Nine, huh?"

Cynthia looked down and noticed his penis was starting to swell again. "Tell me how disturbed I should be," she said.

Adam wrinkled his brow. "Huh?"

"We start talking about nine-year-old girls, and you start getting hard," she answered with one arched eyebrow.

He picked her up so she was facing him. "It's not nine-year-old girls, Cyn. It's you ... whether you're nine, nineteen, or ninety."

"Ninety? Really? You still expect to be doing this when we're ninety? Our bones will be creaking so loudly we'll wake up all the neighbors," she teased.

"That's why nature plans ahead ... By then, we'll be far too deaf to hear!"

She laughed. "So, when did you first fall in love with me?" she asked as she moved between his legs and started lightly licking and kissing his cock.

"The first moment I laid eyes on you," he said as he closed his eyes and moaned in response to what she was doing to his member.

"C'mom ... that's such a cliché. When did you really know?"

He lifted her face up so he could look into her eyes. "I am serious. The first time I saw you sitting in that tree with your perfect 7-year-old leg dangling and your dazzling face looking down at me, I felt my heart start beating faster, and my chest felt warm. I had no idea what it was at the time, but over the years I've gotten those same feelings every single time you walk into a room or walk up behind me or wave at me and smile from across the yard. It happened again today when I opened the front door and saw you standing there. That feeling I got when I was seven has never happened again with any other woman."

"If that's true, you're in even more serious trouble!"

"Trouble? How could I be in trouble?"

"Think of all the time we've wasted! Think about all the sex and mind-numbing orgasms we could have been having all these years! You've got a lot of explaining to do, Mister!" she said as she poked his ribs.

He laughed. "Okay. You got me."

"Yeah," she said quietly. "I do have you ... for always."

"Remember to first thing you ever said to me ... the question you asked?"

She searched her memory but answered, "No. Not really."

"You looked down from that tree branch, asked me where I was running and gave me a hard time when I didn't have a good answer for you."

"Oh yeah," she said with a smile. "I remember."

"Now, I know that I was running to be with you."

"You're going to make me start crying again."

"Don't start crying. Save that for when we get married and have our first child and our second child and our 50th anniversary, and ..."

"Is this a proposal?"

"No, that I have to plan. That will have to be something that even our great-great grandchildren will be talking about. This," he said as he kissed her hand, "Is a promise ... that I will love you until the end of time ... that you are my lover, my best friend, my soul-mate."

"I can live with that. So, are you ready for round two?" she asked, patting his erection.

"Hell, yes!"

"You men and your dicks ... you're always ready!"

As he moved once more between her thighs and rested his cock against her slit, he touched her cheek and said, "She was a phantom of delight when first she gleamed upon my sight; a lovely apparition, sent to be a moment's ornament ..."

She put her arms around his neck and said, "So, you think I'm that easy? Recite a little poetry, and you're gonna get lucky?"

He took her hand and kissed it. "I already am the luckiest man alive just to be here with you."

She reached down and redirected his cock so it its head pressed against her opening. "I've always been a sucker for romantics!"