Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. (c) 1994 J. E. Sumrell it was almost like a dream... the way the colours ran together.. how they were dominated by a field of white... the facelessness of the characters... the only thing not dreamlike was the freedom of her lust, the unexpected frenzy of emotion pent up for so long... her dreams had been coming and going, almost as lazily as her slumber. the sheets were fanned by the breeze blowing through the window, and the crispness of the air allowed her to toss her robe on the chair before she retired. naked in her bed, she drifted in and out of sleep... slowly, she felt a presence in the room. too sleepy to be startled, she wondered if it was a dream... she turned, glassy eyed to find him standing beside her bed. his body, lean and tan, was silhouetted by the moonlight pouring in the window. he spoke her name, but she barely heard... her eyes were held by the shape of his body, her thoughts racing to strange sensations that she had felt before, long since fulfilled and forgotten. "i've wanted you so long" he said, as he sat beside her. the sheet covered her breasts, but could not conceal their excitement. two hard buttons stood out over her nipples. she looked into his face, but only saw eyes, felt the heat from their bodies combining... she thought she might have said something then, but she reached out to touch her phantom lover. his smooth skin felt good under her fingertips, as she felt the fever of his body. her touch began to melt into his, as she became one with her lover... she sat up in the bed, letting the sheet fall to expose her breasts... she squelched the reaction to cover up. she wanted to show her new lover everything, to show him her desire... he reached out to pull her upper body nearer... and they kissed. passion began to pulse in her temples... his kiss was as wide as the universe, as long as the end of time... his tongue danced across her lips, her teeth, flicking the palette of her mouth. it was a controlled kiss, a precise kiss, like nothing she had ever felt before... she was his. she kissed him back with the same urgency. perhaps even roughly. she wanted to let him know of her need. she could not speak, she could only kiss. he broke the kiss after so many moments... began to kiss her face... her eyelids, gently... her hair, sweetly... her ears, nibbling... the tip of her nose, playfully. the tip of his tongue was a blowtorch, spreading the heat from her face all over her body... he moved to her neck... making gentle sucks at her shoulder, taking in deep breaths, smelling exactly what she was. she likes the way he smells, of the ocean, of the earth. his breath is hot, but clean... she run her fingers through his black hair, aware that she cannot remember what his face looks like, only what if feels like... she lies back in the cool sheets, pulling him with her up into the bed. they are now beside each other, facing one another, on their sides. his back is to the moonlight, so she still cannot see his face... she closes her eyes as be returns to her hunger, her need. she had only imagined... he journeyed through the love of her body, starting with her breasts... her hard nipples felt the jolt of electricity his tongue brought to them... he tongued the tips very gently at first, holding the left one in his hand and kneading its nipple. she felt a sigh, a moan, a plea escape her lips as his pressure increased.. he was now sucking, childlike, but with the purpose of a man... there was nothing of her skin that his expert tongue did not explore... her tension and excitement had built up to breaking level. he had loved her torso, her legs, her back, her behind... gently, lovingly kissing and sucking the skin to life. but nothing prepared she for the exquisite passion of his journey up her legs, to the swollen valley of her sex. as with the rest of her body, he knew exactly what to do with her sweltering slit... she began to cry out, laugh, sing with joy as he first breathed, then licked her wetness. he even gave a little moan as he first tasted she... "you taste wonderful" he said. "i've not tasted so sweet a woman before"... she could not believe the feeling of ecstasy as his tongue darted in and out of her steam. then came the moment... her tiny orgasms, the little ones began popping up. her hips began to jerk involuntarily, as one by one they began to chill her movement... they got stronger, more frequent... then he placed his lips on her pink nervy nub... and her first big one hit she. "aaaaah" she cried, holding his head firmly to her, lifting her legs up into the air.... as that one subsided, she became aware of his sucking. hard. her next orgasm was incredible. lights danced in her head. her mind shut off completely, as wave after wave of pleasure throbbed between her legs... one more time she came, and another... she came back to consciousness, vaguely aware of who she was, uncertain of where she was, but knowing that she needed the final release... he sensed her need (did he know *everything* about her???) and began to pull up on top of her body. she could not wait, felt the need to be in control of his pleasure as well as her own... she flipped him over to the other side of the bed, covering his body with her own... felt his engorged organ on her chest as she made her way down to taste him... he was not too large... a nice, pretty, hard. she felt its ruddy texture, held it in her hand, wrapped it, and kissed the tip. she savored the first drop on the tip... salty, of the ocean... she wanted more... she put her mouth all over it, sucking it in... she kept the head in her mouth, tracing circles around the tip with her manic tongue... he flexed his hips, and she took in a little more, but let it back out when his hips subsided... she let him control the pace, let him make love to her mouth. she only provided the choreography of her tongue on the tip and the ridge of his wonderful penis. he was hers. and she was ready. ready to feel what a woman should feel. she looked up, and saw his body in the moonlight, began climbing up... pulling his hardness up, feeling it invade her wetness... slowly she lowered herself on him, impaling herself... the friction seemed endless, as he filled her body with himself... she collapsed on his chest, throbbing her grateful sex on his rigid shaft...it seemed infinite, her body the sky, his body the earth, the ocean... no more was she a thinking, rational human. she had become an animal, a sensual machine. she danced up and down on him, stopping to rub her sensitive bump against his hairy bone... again she began coming in waves... the ocean.. the earth... he pulled she up and placed her on her back, taking charge, becoming the aggressor... his need was building along with hers... never breaking the rhythm, he began loving her, pressing his body hard against hers. she came again... again... he moaned... his loins were strong, and he was fulfilling her desire, her need, but his orgasm was nearing, and he was not to be denied. she looked into his faceless eyes for the last time... he knew what she wanted. with a roar from the depths of his soul to hers, he began to come... it was not what she had expected... instead of the sudden onslaught of juice and muscle, it began slowly... his pulsing began gently... increasing with pressure... she was astounded at his control... "come with me love" were the only words she remember speaking... and he did... his orgasm was endless... the ocean opened up, the earth rumbled. he pulled at her insides... the throbbing against her lips sent that final wave of giddy, mind-numbing pleasure to her already sated body... she came once, while his orgasm was at a crescendo, then she knew that she could not have another, even if she had wanted to. but she was totally, completely satisfied. fulfilled. she was, for the time, a whole woman. she woke. sunlight played off the bed, shining off the cool sheets... she woke, numb, vaguely aware that something wonderful had happened. but was it real? had it really happened? and why did her body smell of the ocean and the earth?