They embraced. Their lips intertwined, locked and parted. She led him to
the bed, covered in rich satin. He gently caressed her, using only the
slightest of touch. She shivered. He began to place a long line of gentle
kisses, across her chest, her stomach, and down her thigh. She lay back in
blissful contentment. He shifted his position, bringing his head down
towards her ankles. Yes, tonight he would begin the jorney there.
He knelt down by her feet, taking in their exquisite beauty. Her toes
were eloquent, tapering into a smoothly curved arch. He gazed at the image
of perfection, and they were waiting for his care...his touch. He moved his
head close to her toes, using his tongue to gently explore them. At the
first touch of his warm and probing tongue, she sighed with pleasure.
Slowly, he continued his exploration, exploring between each toe, giving
extra attention to the delicate and sensitive tips. She was fully aroused by
this time, yet he was not finished.
He gently took hold of her arch, and planted soft, warm kisses on it,
causing her to groan and writhe with ecstasy. He allowed his tongue to trail
the length of her sole, travelling first slowly, then quickly with maddening
patience. She knew she could take no more, and looked at him longingly. He
smiled, and retraced his steps up her leg, until he reached her most
sensitive regions. He continued on, moving to her neck, and finally to her
lips, which were ready and waiting. When they parted, he again moved to her
stomach, planting another series of feathery kisses and caresses. She was
now afire, and desired him more than anything. She pulled him to her, and
she returned the passionate kisses to his body. They pulled closer, and he
entered her, building a slow steady rhythm. Their expression of love was
complete, timeless, and void of worldly concern. All that mattered was the
other. With a pleasnat helplessness, they slowly fell apart, but never
relinquishing the touch of hands, nor the oneness of spirit......