Memories . . .

I hear the shower running as I slip into the bathroom . . . I watch your shadow moving behind the curtain as I remove my white lace-and-satin gown and let it slide with a soft whisper to the floor. I step behind the curtain and see the warm water sliding down your back. I take a step forward and wrap my arms around your waist . . . my hands slowly move up to your chest. I feel you take a quick, deep breath which you let out on a groan as I run my tongue up your spine. I can hear your heart beating as I lay my head against your back . . . and it sounds like a thousand horses running wild. My fingers slowly work their way back down your chest and stomach . . . slowly . . . with light caresses, almost like a feather being brushes against your skin. My hands move down . . . and down . . . only to stop at your belly button. I start dragging my nails across your stomach, moving toward your sides as I gently bite your shoulders. You catch my wrists as you turn . . . pressing me up against the shower wall. I can feel you . . . hot, hard, and heavy with need . . . pressing into my belly. As you slowly lower your mouth to mine, your eyes are dark with passion . . . and desire as plain as the warm water that continues to pour down upon our bodies.

The memories fade and are replaced by more as I think about later that same night. The soft glow from the fire place . . . a king sized water-bed . . . my skin pale against the black satin sheets . . . my hair flows like color of the purest of honey on the pillow . . .

Your tongue parts my lips, thrusting into the warm, moist cavern of my mouth . . . your hands tangle in my hair as you half turn your body, so I’m shifted onto my back . . . your leg riding between my thighs as the bed gently moves with our motion. The silken folds of my negligee rubs sensuously against my legs as your body moves against mine, your hand moving down to stroke my breasts . . . my belly . . . my soft mound . . . flitting here and there like a butterfly, lingering nowhere, lightly touching, taunting, arousing me wildly and leaving me aching for more. I whimper against your mouth as you continue to kiss and caress me, and the sound seems to inflame you.

You groan and deepen the kisses . . . your body abruptly covering my own causing the bed to move in great waves beneath us . . . your hands at the short, puffed sleeves of my negligee, roughly hauling them from my shoulders, sliding them down my arms until I’m naked to the waist. My breasts are soft and full, swollen with rising passion, their dusky crests taut beneath your slowly circling palms . . . your thumbs skim the flushed, engorged peaks. Your lips scorch my throat, seized one upthrusting nipple . . . imprisoning it as your tongue darts forth . . . licking, laving. I arch against you as waves of delight and excitement ripple through my body. My fingers tunnel through your hair and dig into your shoulders as you continue to torment me . . . your breath hot and rasping against my naked flesh. Slowly, you move your tongue up the valley between my breasts . . . capturing my lips once more . . . your tongue delving deep, taking my breath. Your mouth burns across my cheek to my temple . . . to my ear, biting the lobe gently. I moan with pleasure and need as I slowly rub myself against your thigh making the bed ripple once more. You inhale sharply, then swiftly but smoothly strip off my negligee and panties. Your hand finds me, cups my mounds, resting there for a moment.

Your tongue plunges into my mouth as your fingers slide deep inside me, only to withdraw . . . then push into my again . . . and again. All the while, your thumb moves on the little bud concealed in my fragile petals . . . stroking . . . teasing . . . making me long to be filled by you. Instinctively, I writhe and strain against you . . . unable to think anymore . . . a mass of sensations . . . giddy and breathless. I clutch you to me . . . my palms slipping down your sweat-sheened back and buttocks . . . tracing the strong curve of muscles that bunch and quiver beneath my hands. Wordlessly, I try to tell you of my need, bucking against your hand, but you ignore my silent plea, continuing to torment me. Lowering your head to my breasts, you take my nipple between your lips, sucking greedily, while your hand continues to fondle me. An unendurable pressure builds steadily within me . . . higher and higher . . . until it is a flood that can no longer be contained and it burst inside of me . . . rushing through me in wave after wave of pleasure that leaves me gasping and crying out. Only then do you poise yourself above me . . . the powerful muscles in your arms flexing as you enter me . . . driving down into me . . . piercing me to the core. For a moment, you stop as the bed slowly rolls underneath us, your heart beating violently against my own, our uneven breathing mingling in the silence broken only by the cracking and sparking of a log on the fire and the sound of the rippling waves of the bed. Smiling down at me, you kiss my mouth . . . then languorously lick away the sweat that trickles between my breasts. After that, you begin to thrust in and out of me . . . your hands grasping my buttocks . . . arching my hips to meet your own. I wrap my legs around your waist . . . enfolding you . . . taking you deep inside me as I feel the tide start to surge once more within me . . . pounding, breaking . . . the combers sweeping through my body. Knowing I have achieved my peak, you seek your own . . . rough and urgent now . . . your fingers tightening upon my waist bruisingly as you shudder long and hard against me.

Then you collapse atop of me . . . your face buried in my hair . . . your breath coming in harsh pants in my ear. Our breathing slowly returns to normal as the bed continues to softly ripple under us.

Once again the memories change. This time a cool fall afternoon comes to mind . . . we are in the dinning room . . . talking.

"Baby Girl, don’t you know what you do to me?" you ask softly as your eyes darken with passion and your mouth takes mine. There is nothing tentative or tender about this kiss. It is rough, urgent, taking my breath and leaving my blood roaring in my ears, my heart pounding so hard I think it might burst in my breast. I cling to you as you bend me back, shoving aside a chair and pressing me down upon the table, your mouth moving hard and hungrily on mine. A wild, electric shudder jolts through me . . . desire floods my body, as my fingers tighten into fists in your thick hair. Moaning I open my lips to you, my tongue meeting your own . . . tasting and twining. My response seems to inflame you as you tear at my sweater, jerking it up, then pushing up my bra, too, to free my breasts. Your palms cupping them possessively, caressing and kneading, your thumbs teasing my nipples to tautly furled buds . . . your mouth sweeps down to capture one flushed peak, sucking greedily as I whimper and writhe beneath you. I can feel your hands sliding up my legs, pushing up my skirt. Only to discover that beneath my skirt I am wearing only a pair of thigh-high stockings and wispy, French-cut panties. "I like . . . " you growl, your tongue tracing the outline of my mouth before you kiss me deeply again. Your teeth catch my lower lip gently before your mouth sears across my check, to my temple, to the strands of my hair. "Because I can do this," you mutter huskily in my ear as your hand slips beneath the inset of my panties, making me gasp. "You’re all wet, sweetheart. I think you want me. What do you think?" When I don’t respond, only turning my head away and blushing, you laugh softly. Then, deliberately, you begin to stroke me . . . languorous, circling, taunting caresses that excite me unbearably but do nothing to bring my release. Whimpering, my head thrashes at the hollow, burning ache that has seized me.

I push against your hand . . . wanting, needing to be filled by you, but you refuse to fulfill me with yourself, only your fingers, continuing to torment me, bringing me to the edge of climax again and again, only to leave me unfulfilled. All the while, kissing me, your tongue delving deep into my mouth, laving my breasts and nipples, until I am frantic, sobbing with need. I try desperately to unbutton your shirt, to unzip you pants. But to my distress, you catch my wrist with your free hand, determinedly pinioning them above my head, so I am helpless against you.

"Darlin’ . . . please . . ." I gasp.
"Please, what, baby?"
"Make love to me."
"I am, sweetheart."
"No, you know what I mean, what I want, what I need . . ."
"Do I?" You laugh softly again. Then you kiss me, your warm breath fanning my face, my breasts. You suck my nipples once more, tongue licking, swirling, as you continue fondling my tender, moist folds, the heart of me. "Do you want me inside you, Baby Girl? Is that it?" you ask hoarsely.
"Yes . . . yes!"
"All right." You unzip your pants to free yourself. Then being so hard and hot for me, you don’t even slip off my lacy panties, just draw their inset to one side and drive into me. I cum the minute you enter me, crying out and arching against you wildly . . . my orgasm so strong that you feel it, too, and are maddened by it. Urgently, you thrust deeply into me, again and again . . . rocking me harder and faster until your own climax grips you. Afterward, you kiss me lingeringly, then slowly withdraw and zip up your pants. Your eyes dance with deviltry, and a wicked smile curves your mouth as you stand there gazing down at me sprawled on the table . . . you take in my hair tangled around my face . . . my lips bruised and swollen from your kisses . . . my sweater and bra pushed up to reveal my naked breasts . . . my skirt wrinkled up around my bare thighs . . . and you think to yourself, we should do this more often.
The memories fade again as I drift off to sleep in your arms, happy and very satisfied.

Written 09/98 by Night Angel