| A quick pass of a towel over his hair and he wrapped it round his waist as he left the bathroom. �Is dinner ready honey?� He called out to her. He was tucking an end of the towel in so it wouldn�t slip off as he found something else to wear when he looked up. She took his breath away she was so beautiful. He stood and stared at her until she turned around. She looked at him oddly as she buttoned up her fresh dress. �Something wrong dear?� She asked him. �N�.no. No,, nothing wrong.� He mumbled as he walked to her. He swept her up in his arms, pulling her tightly to him. He kissed her fiercely, leaving her lips tingling. She sucked in her breath when he pulled away from her. �You�re so beautiful you take my breath away. I can�t believe you�re mine.� He whispered down to her. She leaned against him, wrapping her arms around his waist. �You leave me speechless from your passion. Oh, how I love you.� She squealed, squeezing him tightly. He grinned down at her. �At least it�s mutual. Imagine if we were lukewarm instead of red hot.� He teased as he licked his lips, wiggling his eyebrows. She laughed. �I�m almost positive that you�re insane. Lucky for you I still love you.� She pushed him away playfully ripping his towel off and running away as she snapped it at his butt. He yelped softly when the terrycloth came in to contact with his posterior. Rubbing his behind he shock his head, grinning evilly at his wife. �Payback�s a bitch. Remember that.� He said, pointing menacingly at her. She grinned back, tossing the offending towel towards the bath door and escaping into the kitchen. Still grinning he pulled the drawer open and fetched out a pair of sweat pants and a wife beater. Slipping into them he called out. �So is it ready? I�m starving.� A loud clunk of metal on metal came from the kitchen followed by a simple, �Yup!� He smiled and headed for the kitchen. �Need any help?� He asked, leaning his shoulder against the fridge. She shock her head as she sliced the meat. �Sure?� He asked. She nodded. Shrugging he reached up to the cupboard and took down 2 plates. Handing them to her he said, �I�ll go set the table. Do we have any ice? I want ice water.� He informed her. �I dunno, you�ll have to check. If there is I�ll have the same.� She said over her shoulder as she spooned vegetables onto the 2 plates. Finished with his task he watched as she began to make gravy. �How bout if we eat out on the balcony?� He suggested. She nodded. �That would be lovely.� She returned. He took a tray down off the hatch and she put the 2 plates on it while he set a pitcher of ice water beside them. She stirred the gravy as it thickened. �Dessert�s in the icebox.� She told him. He peaked inside and grinned. �Chocolate and caramel?� He asked as he sat that too on the tray, referring to the flan she had made. �Mhmm.� Was her reply. �I�m gonna get fat.� He stated with a laugh. She eyed him sideways. �I don�t think you have to worry about that. You move too much for the fat to settle.� Her suggestive smile speared his heart. He grinned back at her and left to set the table. He tossed a simple cloth over it and lit the lamps that hung above either side of the rail. He lit one more that sat on the table and went back to the kitchen as she was ladling gravy on the plates. He got 2 glasses and an assortment of sliver, handing them to her then picking up the tray he waited for her to walk ahead of him and hold open the doors. All during dinner he could not take his eyes off her. Thoughts ran wild through his head. Thoughts of how much he loved her, and marvelling at the idea that she was his. Quite conversation was shared along with her most excellent meal then they cozied up to watch the stars break free of the heavens to shine. He nibbled at her neck as they cuddled, the breeze off the ocean growing a bit colder she began to shiver despite the heat the 2 radiated from their passion alone. �Why don�t we go inside. We�ll leave the dishes until morning love. Let�s go and snuggle under the blankets.� He whispered to her in suggestion. She nodded and piled the used dishes with the discarded food onto the tray. He blew out the lamps and helped her carry the things to the kitchen. He slid the tray across the counter and hoisted the remaining flan from it. Depositing it in the �icebox� as she so quaintly put it, he hurried to the other room. She smiled at him and turned out the light next to the bed. He slipped over to the stereo and popped in a few cd�s. He grinned as he remembered her turning it off last night, the quite enveloping the whole of the cottage in the still darkness. How the moon was casting it�s fingers of light over her luscious body as she�d approached him in her slinky black nightgown. He remembered giving her a weird look. Music was something that was just a given with them, always in the background of their lives, a constant. He recalled her Devine smile when she explained why she turned it off, her words still echoing in the corridors of his mind. �Tonight we make our own music.� And they had, all night long. He pulled his shirt off as he knelt on the bed, tossing it to the side. Walking on his knees over it�s surface he cuddled up behind her. The smell of her thick rich lotion making his head light as he watched her smooth it over her long graceful arms. His cock twitched when she hiked up the hem of her dress and began running her hands over her supple lean legs. He bent over her warm back and kissed her shoulders though the gauzy material of her dress. Sliding an arm around her waist he pushed her hair aside with his other hand. Tilting her head he suckled at the tender flesh of her neck, pressing his rapidly growing need into her lower back. �Damn women, you make me crazy with desire.� He breathed against her. She sat up more and leaned back against his strong chest, running her hand over his cheek then around the back of his neck. He pulled her around and lay her back against the soft pillows. Hovering over her he tasted her mouth before he moved back to her neck and on to her shoulder. Gently he undid the buttons, one by one kissing the skin beneath with each revealed inch. Lapping at the hollow of her throat he whispered against her damp skin, bringing chill bumps to the surface. �Take off your dress baby, I want to make love to you.� He helped her as she freed her arms from the material and tugged it over her hips. She helped him in turn as they pulled the sweatpants down over his hips. He sat back and pulled them off his ankles then crawled over her body once more. Fervent kisses washed over her skin, drawing subtle breathy cries of pleasure from her lungs. Her rapidly beating heart sang out with passion. His lips passed over her body, heating it beyond belief as her need boiled for him inside. He touched and tasted of her everywhere. She rose up and pushed him back against the bed. Her aggressiveness coming out in full force as she took his mouth. Sucking his tongue into her mouth and refusing to relinquish it until he moaned, thrusting at her with his hips. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself deeply inside of her. She pinned his arms to the bed with her knees, he easily could have lifted her frame from him and took her, but he was rather enjoying the command she held over his body. Her teeth nipped at him and he growled with delight. She snaked down his body and let his arms free, immediately his fingers twisted into her hair. He was so hard for her he ached. �God baby, I gotta have you or I�m gonna Explode!� He begged. She looked up at him, heavy eyes filled with lust she held his gaze as stared him down through her lush lashes. She never looked away from him as she mounted him. Her want etched deeply in her stare. He couldn�t force his eyes away from her beautiful face if he had wanted to. She was mesmerizing in her sexual power. She lurched forward when she sank down onto the last inch of his granite hard cock. He caught her before she fell over and laced his fingers with hers to hold her up. She felt so damned good he just wanted to loose himself in her. Her hips began to rock against him, he could feel her throbbing clit sliding against the base of his cock. His chest began to heave and he was panting when her pace quickened, she was sliding up and down his pole so tightly. She tossed her head back and arched her spine, her long silky hair tickling at his balls and thighs. He was thrusting up off the bed, meeting her every move with a counter move of his own. He needed more of her, now! In one swift motion he flipped her over, domineering the space above her thrashing body. He attacked her breasts like a hungry man, making her moan and whimper. Paying heed to her he heard what she was asking for without words. Getting to his knees he pulled her ankles up to his shoulders. Gripping one ankle, his other hand snaked down her leg, grasping her hip when he re-entered her. With a sharp intake of breath he began to pump her. Slowly, forcefully, filling her with every inch of his passion. Faster. Harder. Her tiny fingers digging into his biceps. He leaned into her more and more, her legs sliding down his arms resting the backs of her knees over her wrists. He desperately pounded into her, needing to fill her, take her pleasure and rip it from her body. Tearing it open for both of them to devour and savour. His mind snuffed out from sheer ecstasy of her body below him. Like an animal on all fours he sunk into her pussy savagely, plunging into her repeatedly. Her moans escalated into screams of urgency. An explosion of power hit them head on, the epicentre of their earth shattering thrill the juncture of their bodies. The force clutching at his cock causing him to throw back his main roaring into the thick night. �FUCK MOIRAH!!� He had a shattered mind but an all encompassing feeling of pure devotion and love for the women whom he had just shared the single most exhilarating experience of his life so far filled him still. He didn�t even remember falling back to earth after she had sent him into the stratosphere, but he must have for now he lay slumped against the heaving bossom of his lovely wife. Laying his hands flat on either side of her glowing face he pushed himself up above her, not wanting to crush her tiny body beneath his own. He was mesmerized at the way their hair coiled together on her shoulder and how it slipped apart the more he raised above her. He heard her suck in a heavy breath, as if she were stirring to life, being reborn. Slowly her head turned and she lay her eyes on him gently, a soft look in them that stirred his heart to near tears. �God I love you!� He choked out. She pulled him down to her lips connecting throwing sparks from the fire of their passion. He desperately wanted to go on kissing her but his lack of oxygen was pressing his lungs, burning him into submission. He pulled away from her, breaking contact. It was almost painful not to have her lips on his. Her slow burning smile caressed him as her fingers traced the contours of his face. She ran her fingers over his mouth sensually as she followed his tongue on it�s way to wet his parched lips. Moments from her lips and already he was withering away, drying up, the wind could pick up and toss him about he was so light headed yet his body was heavy. Heavy with exhaustion, the good kind. The kind that set deep into the muscles after the best shows of pounding drums. The kind that used to make him fall into a deep sleep after a hard game of soccer. The kind that his wife placed on him. He grinned down at her. �You�re gonna tire me out!� He said with a laugh. She giggled, eyes squeezed shut and fingers gripping at him, she giggled. It was the most beautiful thing he�d ever heard. She shoved him away and he heavily flopped beside her. She snuggled up into his arms, his embrace a fortress of love and protection. �Then sleep you silly fool, we have all night�.and the next day�.and the next�for the rest of our lives.� She toned, her eyes closing as well. Scraping together enough strength he reached to the foot of the bed, dragging the duvet up and around their shoulders. Somehow, he had a feeling he was going to enjoy many more mornings of waking next to this beauty that he called �wife.� Her steady breathing rocking him like a cradle. Her twinkling green fire eyes hiding behind gently closed lids as her smudgy eyelashes fluttered on her rose hued checks. Her wild hair spread over his intoxicating aroma filling him, making him giddy to have this woman by his side. He was ready for it. Anticipating every day. She was right, each day they woke together, it was going to be an adventure. |
| STROKES |
Even before he opened his eyes he could hear the lulling crash of waves against the sea wall. Beside him a comforting warmth and steady rise and fall of her breaths. This was something all new to him, but he could definately get used to it in a hurry. When he raised his heavy eyelids the dawns weak light greeted him. He took in the divinity of her hair spilling over his chest and her pillow. Coppery in the morning rays, it entranced him. Her face was pulled into a portrait of complacency. Inspiration struck him in great force and threw him from her blissful embrace. Now. At this very moment. He must paint her. Bolting to the studio table he gathered a mish mosh of supplies in his curled muscled arm and an easel in the other hand. Kicking the tri-pod open with one foot the paints and brushes tumbled to the floor as he reached in the pile for a fresh canvas. With haste he went to work to capture his love in imortal paint on stretched canvas. His movements awakened her but she lay still when she realized what he was up to. His wet thick paint captured flourishes that bloomed like buds split in the warm may sun. He stood tall, chest streaked with paint. Perspiration dampened hair hung like dreadlocks over his spattered face. Wiping the sweat from his furrowed brow on the back of his wrist he left a smudge like charcoal. In the silence all that could be heard was the harmony of the magesticly crashing seas, scrape of pallet knife to canvas, and his own haevy breaths as he labored in the stifling heat. Casting heavy lustful eyes over his brawny frame left a taste on her tongue, one of rememberance. She could recall the taste of his hot sweet flesh, she licked her lips in craving. His appearance was maddening as she knew she could do naught but look and wait, for now. She studied him in his frenzied state. He was powerful in his bold strokes but she could still detect the concentration that blazed in his eyes when she knew he was transforming that versitile medium into intricate details that defined his work as explicitly Zac. His bronze skin glistened and undulated sending her heart on a rolller coaster ride. She held her gaze on the tight abdominal area, watching as he breathed in the sticky air and out again. How it danced in synchronicity with his firm chest. When he turned to the paints for more yellow ochre she could see the trickles that dampened his skin from his tense efforts. Pinpoints of wet spread out over his back and reached for one another so to wend, hand in hand to collect and pool in the small of his back. Once again he put brush to canvas while her eyes fell to the paths the cascades of liquid formed over his chest, slipped past his middle like water over the falls and danced through the soft hair below his navel before delving down to where his undone jeans rode low on his hips and threatened to fall away from the heated flesh. Perhaps it was only the soaking sweat that kept the material clinging to his taught body. Her tiny breathless wimpers began to grow into quietly urgent moans. The more she watched the arc and sweep of his movements the more she wanted to feel those arms around herself. She fought with her body to stop the writhing cadance that her muscles twitched to dance to. His own heavy breath morphed from rapid in and out to a rhythm of a song under his breath. She stilled and listened to it emerge from him as he was unaware of its presence. In his throat he smithied a tune and it flowed out like sun warmed honey. His voice lulling her to hold on to her sanity that much longer. Her eyes followed a droplet of paint as it fell seemingly in slow motion from the canvas to his bare feet below, splattering in a rippling pattern that echoed his now full fledged song. The ocean itself was his orchestra and he sang to her as his eyes drank in her beauty telling his hands how to portray her. His words were strung together like glistening pearls that rolled off his tongue. Rich, vibrant and lusterous in sheen. Every shade of his love was gifted to her in his act of devotion. Misted, she held back the ache in her throat that accompanied the jewel like glittering tears in her eyes. She never knew it was possible to love someone so imensely, yet it was infathomable the amount of love they shared. The more they gave the more it grew. His husky voice deepened and she watched the shafts of light bounce and dance over his body as he moved toward her. Her breath stopped while she followed him with her eyes. His gaze never leaving her he slowly walked to the edge of the bed they'd shared the previous night. He reached behind himself and slid the door open, the roar of crashing waves flooding the room and the salty breeze stirring her breath from her lungs as it refreshingly washed over her heated skin. He knelt on the bed and leaned towards her still body. A simple act and quaint movement was all he utilized to capture her mouth with his own, but it was all he needed to steal her heart yet once more. She inhaled his rich scent as he caressed her lips with his own, it filled her and blossomed with need. His rough fingertips traced her jawline as he lapped gently over her lower lip, re-exploring every millimeter of it's surface. She tasted of him, savoring his exquisiteness, letting her tongue slide alongside his. His hand crept up into her hair, twisting and anchoring, drawing her up to meet his hunger. His kiss became insistant, questing to be fulfilled. Unquenchable, the fire raged between them, propelling them back into a world of their own making. His body lay heavily against hers as his other hand sought out, then finding the sheet, he ripped it from her body. Tearing his mouth from hers he blazed a trail of seering heat over her throat, across her collarbone, then ending to nip at the flesh of her shoulder. Calloused hands cupped and kneaded her full breasts, illiciting a harmony of moans from the two. His head dipped to capture an angry nipple, sucking it into the warmth of his waiting mouth. Her clutching hands grasped at the waist of his jeans, peeling them from the slick skin of his pelvis beneath. A cascade of damp gold flowed over the swell of her breast while her eyes followed his movement as he descended. She watched the undulation of his hips as he sloughed off the sweat soaked denim. His rough hewn hands raked at her soft skin, torturing her in sweet agony almost as much as the wet butterfly kisses being sprinkled over her tender tummy. Euphoria filled her as he spread her legs, nestling his head over their junction. Tracing the valley of her folds with his tongue he sank a meaty finger deep into her. Her back arched, pressing her hips toward him, driving his finger even deeper into her. Clutching at sanity her hands blindly reached out for something to keep her tethered to reality. Finding the thick luxury of his hair she hung on for for dear life as he took her on a wild mind ride. The tempest brewed as she rocked against him. He met her every desire before she knew what it was that she wanted. Lovingly he brought her closer and closer to the precipice, tempting, teasing to toss her into an abyss of gratifacation. She cried out to him for the gift he expertly held just beyond her reach. Again and again his tongue crashed against her quivering wetness, sucking her toward oblivion. So close to nirvana she wimpered, her teeth gnashing at her knuckle. His stormy eyes held hers as he gave to her what he'd promised. Firm lips upon her most intimately, he took her over the edge and watched her fly. His hunger for her roiled within the cauldren of his soul, forced out as a hedon's growl. He attacked her supple skin with sucking kisses. Thighs, hips, midriff, his mouth ravaged over her. He drew nearer to her starving lips, a side stop to taste the honey of the rosebuds of her breasts. Again he bent to her and sucked her spirit out, withdrawing it with her breaths, rolling it over his tongue to mingle with his own and depositing the cohesion back within her waiting mouth. His eyes rivoted her to the spot as he took her body, pushing deeply until she sounded her pleasure, filled to the hilt. Slow and torturous was the beat that drove her insane with need of him. Wave upon wave of delight built up, banked, and threatened to crash, spilling her desire out into the universe. Over and over the pounding pushed her further into a state of bliss. The familiar rumble of his broad chest set her mind reeling. She hung on, holding out for that sweetest of moments when together they would fold in upon themselves, flooding the whole of time and space. Tumbling over planes of reality she slipped free the bonds of the world, set loose by him that she loved and loved her. A thunderous crack was his cry of euphoria, the whole of her body held him, tighter, and yet tighter still, wanting to be closer to him, become him, an entity of us. The storm broke and washed away, leaving behind the scents of its aftermath. Heady, filling nostrils with the familiar aroma of purity, it lingered in the heavy air. Spent and broken, his mind numbed from an overload of emotion and energy, he collapsed against her. Her soft murmering of adoration as she stroked his hair from his face lulling him toward the land of Nod. He gathered enough strength to disentangle himself from her tiny body and lay beside her, curled around her protectively. He slept in the manner of a slumbering sated man. Unawares to the the two sleeping lovers the sun peaked and shone upon the world in an instant of majestic glory before it once again began it's descent toward the dark side, playing chase with his sister the moon, he started to slip away. A sceene of de ja vou gripped at Zac when he stirred, listening to the roar of the brine. Dragging his heavy lids open he smiled to himself when he found them in the same position as they'd been in when he awoke with the dawn. He sifted his fingers through her long auburn curls splayed over his chest. Her fairy queen featured face nuzzled into his shoulder and he longed to see the emerald fire that lay behind those dark lush lashes. Phantom silent he slipped from the bed and again dredged the denim of his jeans over his hips in the same custom as before. He stood at the open door and watched the seabirds flit and glide while the rhythm of her breathing crept into his head. The air cooler, a breeze wafted over his sweat slicked skin, raising chill bumps and causing a slight shuddering. He turned to her, his love, the woman that captured his soul in her eyes and held his heart in her grasp, the one who completed him as a man. She lay tangled in the flimsy sheet, her hardened nipples dark and peeking from the edge of the fabric, enticing him, making his mouth water. He pulled the duvet over her to keep her warm in the growing cold. Humming to himself he slipped into the kitchen and rummaged the fridge for sustenance. An armfull of choices he shoved the assortment of bottles and containers on the table. Not wanting to wake her before his surprize was ready he shut the kitchen door and began his work. Something tantalizingly delicious tickled her nose, shoving her eyes open and curious. She stretched, noting he was not beside her. She wondered how long she had slept; what time it was. She rolled to find his watch, thrown on the bedstand. Reaching out to grasp it she groaned at the stiffness in her spine. Four o'clock. Whoa, she had slept quite some time. She heard the soft din of a minor commotion comming from the closed kitchen door, then he burst into the room, grin a mile wide. It was as if he'd been peeking through the door, waiting for her to wake so he could present to her his elaborate preformance. She grinned back at him, his mirth contageous. Sitting up she pulled the sheet up and around her as she scooted back to the headboard, perching there indian style. He draped a bedtray over her lap laden with tempting treats. "You baked?" She asked, almost mockingly astonished. He eyed her cockeyed. "I'm not completely helpless you know." He retorted. She smiled, pulling his stubbly chin towards her to peck his bountiful lips. The simple act loosing its simplicity as it grew into an elaborate dance of mouth on mouth, tongue to tongue. He pulled away from her to catch is breath for once more she had stolen it clean away. His eyes searching her familiar ones that matched the rolling green hills beyond the window that sunlight poured in now. "I love you Moirah." He whispered, it was all he could do with out breaking the spell she held over him. "As I do you, love." She answered back. His smile spread like marmalade on warm toast. He would never tire of hearing her profess her love of him. He moved toward her once more to taste her lips, the tinkle china clattering togeter stopping him abruptly. Looking down he made sure he'd not upset any of the repast, a sly look smeared over his face as he took up a glistening freshly washed strawberry. He held it out to her in offering. She wrapped her tiny hands around his huge one to bring the fruit to her lips. Taking a dainty bite she let her lips graze over his calloused fingers, slipping her tongue out to catch a dribble of juice. Her eyes growing dark she looked up to him, pushing his hand back toward his own mouth to taste what she had. He copied her actions and took the remainder of the berry into his mouth, sucking at her tiny fingertips. "Mmm..." Was the concenceous. Lovingly they fed each other morsels of nourishment with the fragments of devotional passion they exchanged. Breakfast had never been so much an event before. She pushed the last of a muffin between his succulent lips as she sucked raspberry jam from her thumb. He groaned with the visual and knew her kisses would taste sweeter than any confection he could imagine. Gracefully she dabbed at the corner of her mouth after sipping her cooling tea. She settled the cup back into the saucer and tossed the napkin to the tray. She grinned up at him as she leaned up on her knees, the sheet falling away from her nude form. She reached over the breakfast tray and gave to him a kiss, sweet, gentle and genuine. "Thank you. It seems everytime I wake beside you it's a new and wonderful adventure." He caressed her fingers splayed over his strong jaw. Drawing her tiny hand to his mouth he kissed each fingertip in turn, then lapped at the inside of her wrist. "You are inspiration. I'm determined to show the world that." He remarked back. Her gentle smile stroked his soul. A heavy sigh of satisfactin escaped her as she sat her bottom back down. A small nod to herself and she rose from the bed, taking the tray with her, and left him behind. From over his shoulder he watched the sway of her hips, the swell of her backside round, he knew it was firm to the touch. He shook his head wondering how he'd gotten so lucky as he watched her form retreat behind the closed kitchen door. Himself loosing a sigh he patted his full belly and lay back against the footboard of the large bed. Staring up at the ceiling he watched the sparks of color from the prisim in the window play with shards of melting shadow. He listened to her gentle footfalls over the coarse carpet as she left the kitchen and headed toward the bathroom. The hiss of the shower's steamy water snaked into the room and he sat up again, the easel catching his attention. His forgotten endevor stood patiently for his return. He went to it, stroking the edge like a lover for in essence his passion was displayed there in the likeness of his lover. He dragged a stool up to it, sat, and again picked up the pallet that lay neglected. Fingers searching blindly for a brush his gaze never left the tapestry of colors before him. From the first stroke rememberences of his muse danced lithely through his mind. Concentration set his jaw, jutting his cleft chin toward his work. Again the sheen of perspiration veiled over his tanned skin as the muscles below glided with his efforts. A burning song ached in his lungs so he set it free. The brush's every pass drew him into another world, a perfect world. As his deft fingers coaxed the oily concoction into a wash of hazy grey-green of the wall and windowframe gracing the canvas a warm hand glided over his shoulder, rubbing up onto his stiffened neck. "Mmmm..." Interuppted his song, now forgotten. His hair was pulled aside and draped over his shoulder as he felt the welcoming warmpth of a damp cloth passing over his sweaty neck, across his broad shoulders, and down over his sticky back. A tiny hand gripped at his right arm that lay still, holding the pallet in the ready. Minimal pressure fell upon his back as the same pleasure of the warm cloth caressed his throat and meandered over his chest. A cursory pass of the cloth over each of his arms then he felt the twist of her hand upon his neck as she came into view. He looked up to her, a smile tugging his lips. She returned the gesture and pushed his hair away from his face, back over his shoulders letting it swing and settle between his shoulder blades. Lifting his chin ever so gently she swiped at the streaks that mingled with the perspiration upon his face. He dropped his hands to his thieghs, closing his eyes to savor the loving attention. Her fingers worked over him, refreshing him and delighting him. A last sweep over his face, leaving tiny whips of curls on his forehead and near his sideburns. Once more she made a circuit around his neck, washing and massaging simultaniously. A manuver of gliding over one shoulder, passing it from one of her hands to the other, and slipping over the other shoulder left her pressed close to him. His eyes still shut he inhaled of her sweet scent. Freshly washed wet hair hung against his cheek, tempting him to reach for it but all too quickly it was gone. Again she pressed her hands to his chest, gently rubbing at a stubborn streak of sienna. Giving up she moved on to a new area. Her fingers splayed over his abdomen and stroked at the paths the sweat had followed. He felt her damp hair ticklingly drag against his forearm as she knelt before him. He opened his eyes to watch her at her task. Laying the cloth over his knee she took from him the brushes and pallet he'd been using. Gently she lay them upon the table at his side. Slidding all the way to the floor infront of him she retrieved the cloth and wiped at a spatter of magenta from the top of his foot. Her hand lay against his knee and he covered it with his own gaining her attention. Her eyes rose to his face letting her know that she needn't bother with the trivial. Beneath his mamouth paw her fingers swirled and glided out from under his grasp, up his thy and over his hip as she brought herself up to her knees once more. He bent to her, and she granted him an ethereal touch upon his lips. Her taste, crisp and fresh, like winter had kissed her. He heeded the call of his desires and wrapped his thick fingers in her sumptious hair, bringing it up to his face to revel in the deliciousness of it. Nuzzling her neck he sucked in her essence. It was like standing in the deepest of woods, filling his lungs with the whole of mother nature, nothing could ever be so rich, but she was. He thrilled himself with the touch of her skin against his, rasping his hands over her smooth shoulders. His fingertips met the softness of terrycloth and he tugged at the towel obstructing his pleasures. Her quiet moan sent shivers inside of him when he cupped her rounded firm breasts. She shoved him back a bit on his stool and laped at his heated skin, tracing around the outside edge of a smear of crimson upon his rib. Her tongue snaked down to dip into his navel making him shudder with pleasure. He could feel her breath puffing against the trail of hair that led below the waist of his jeans, stirring him to attention. It didn't take much for him to start panting hard when he watched her small fingers pulling on his pants. Raising up a bit he helped her accomplish what she'd been trying to do, and reveled in the delighted gasp that came from her when his fully erect member leapt out at her. She dove for his lap and he had all he could do to keep from falling off the stool. A tight grip in her hair he anchored her mouth over his straining shaft. It made him dizzy to watch her bobbing head but he couldn't tear his eyes from the glorious sight. With her mouth she was doing things to him that he'd had no idea existed in this world. Lustily she plunged onto him, sucking him deeply into the back of her throat, stroking him with her muscles. He thought for sure his eyes would roll up into his head and he'd pass out from the sensation. He cried out in his pleasure, not wanting her to stop but at the same time not wanting to give in to his release before she'd had the same amount of attention. Gently he tugged at her, trying to let her know that she needed to stop now before it was too late. She ignored his pleas. Disengaging his fingers from her curls he pushed at her shoulders trying to get her off of him before he was wasted. She gripped tightly at the seat of the stool behind his hips, not giving up her actions. His wimpers implored her to stop, he was close to begging, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to beg for her to stop or keep going for it felt so very good. The fleshy head of his cock bumped against the back of her throat and she moaned on him, swallowing him more, deeper. He gave up the fight, screaming in euphoria as he held her to him by her hair. Body stiff and mind realing he pumped four thick gobs of cum down her throat. Breathless his glazed eyes watched as she stood up and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. She shoved the pallet and brushes back into his limp hands with a sly smile. She bent to pick up her puddled towel from the floor and was gone in a wink. Chest heaving he tried to gain back his reality but try as he might the smile would not melt from his lips. He looked down to his lap and chuckled as he lay the brushes and pallet aside. He stood on shakey legs, hoisted his jeans back over his hips once more and plopped back down onto the stool, not trusting his legs to walk. He swiveled where he sat and watched in silence as she once more emerged from the bathroom, dewy fresh and hair tied up behind her in an azure ribbon. Naked, she stepped to the dresser and opened a drawer, catching his gaze in the mirror. She smiled to him and drew out a whisp of fabric, still holding his eyes. He sat behind her, awed in her beauty, watching as she slipped the material over her head. It glided over her taught body, hugging her curves the way his hands did when he touched his wife. It draped and pooled at her back, stretched and clung to her hips, the hem swinging around her theighs. She steped to the counter, fetching a basket and he marveled at her silhouette, the lowering sun behind her passing through her sundress. He licked his lips as if the simple act could quench the parched feeling of his soul when she was not close enough for him to feel against himself. She closed the drawer and turned to him, smiling silently. His endearing lopsided grin bloomed for inside he was mush. Blowing him a kiss she slipped out the door so quietly he wondered if she were but an aberition. His eyes sought her form out and his soul rejoiced at the sight of her among the blossoms in the garden. He watched her as she took a pair of shears from the basket and snipped a few choice buds, laying them in her basket and walking away to another. He craned his neck to watch her out the window until she was no longer in sight. He let a heavy breath go and lay his eyes on her portrait he had been creating. Even the masters could not do her justice of her beauty for it shone from within. He only hoped his token would serve to show a glimpse of what he held for her to the world. He wanted to shout it from the highest of mountains of his love, given the chance, he would too. Yet again he took up pallet and brush, a new song rumbling from him, his voice husky as he thought of what he would do to repay the favor she had given him. Lovingly he stroked the canvas, caressing her body image. Shadows stretched and grew as he worked, time slipping away from him. The fading light making him squint to see the lines and curves he put forh until a quick flash of bright light startled him, making him jump. Sight adjusting he looked around for the source and beheld a grinning Moirah. "You're worse than me sometimes. You were so into it you didn't even hear me come in." She remarked. He smiled gently at her. "You never left. You're always with me." He toned back to her. Her smile wavering she briskly walked to him and he engulphed her in an embrace. Her basket dropped forgotten, the blooms cascaded over the carpet. She held him, tightening her grasp on him fiercely. His kiss was the perfection of confection upon her lips. His paint smeared hand cradled her head as he showed her just how much he cared for her. He dropped the pallet and brushes from his left hand, wrapping his arm around her, drawing her closer to his body. Their kiss deepened, expanding to try to encompas the depth, width and bredth of their passion for each other. Her emotions swirled and crested when he confessed to her. "I love you so much! I'd wither away and die without you." His hot breath pushing at her lips drove her to the brink of insanity until he placed his mouth back on hers. Desperate for his touch she wanted nothing more than to crawl up inside of him and stroke his heart, make love to his soul. She could live ten thousand lifetimes and never get enough of him. Her tears seeped from under her closed eyelids as her emotions swept her away. Tasting the salt of her ardent feelings he pulled away from her. "How can you be so beautiful? You're a true vision." He whispered. She opened her eyes, a watery smile sliding over her swollen lips. "Just how deep can one feel? Two hearts in collision." She replied, drawing a smile from him. Lines from her song... the one he wrote for her. The one he shared with the world generously. The one that garnered a coveted award he left sitting on the mantle of his parents house, meaning little to him for he had the real prize- her. Winning that grammy couldn't even compare to the elation he felt just when she walked into the room. He thought of the night he'd found out that he'd won that award, something he'd strived for all of his life. It didn't seem to matter that he'd not even been there to recieve the award. No matter where in the world he was, as long as she was at his side he would be complete, never need anything more. To him it was so much more important to be there for her when she had needed him. He gladly gave away that pipedream for the reality he lived. Her sisters life was hanging precariously in the balance as was the as yet unborn child the doctors were struggling to save. Her family needed her, and she'd needed him. There was no question where his proper place was. She knew what he was thinking just from his expression. She traced his jaw with her fingertip, her eyes delving deeply into his. "Colleen was right that night." She said softly. He looked at her, confused. "What did your sister say? When?" He asked. "She said our love towered like the spires of cathedrals and sank to kiss the ocean depths. Dizzy and deep it catches everything like stained glass does a worshiping eye." Her voice tender from her sisters words. He didn't know, she'd never said anything about that before. "When did she say that?" He coaxed from her. Twisting a tendril of bluestreaked blonde around her finger she smiled up at him. "The night Kaitlin was born. We were in the hall talking, you and I, she woke and I heard her call out to me. Without hesitation you raced off to find my father and mother and I went to her. She was babbling, wanting to know of the baby, if things were alright. I sat and soothed her. Calming her with soft voice and reasuring words. Before all of you came back she took hold of my hand and looked into my eyes so intensely it nearly frightened me. That's when she said it, like she were reciting a dream. I wasn't sure she was coherent and knew what she was talking about until yesterday." She revealed to him. "Yesterday? Yesterday we were a bit busy, what with getting married and all, what happened yesterday to make you sure of her words?" His smile a bit frivilous as he spoke. Pushing his hair behind him smoothed her soft hand over his heart. "I was slipping a six pence into my corset and she drew me aside. She took both my hands in hers and looked at me the same way she had that night. She said it again, word for word and clearly meaning to portray her emotion in her every breath." Was her answer. "Wow." He breathed. "I think it's your sister that's the poet worthy of the award that night. Remind me to kiss her when we get back." He grinned at his wife. "Some pretty amazing things happened that night huh?" She grinned up at him, leaning back, hanging onto his neck with her fingers laced behind him. He grinned and pecked her lips, his arms circled around her waist drawing her closer. He noticed the shimmer of colors reflecting off the ocean outside the open door behind her. "How long were you gone? It's sunset already!" He asked shocked. She giggled and pulled out of his arms, bending to gather up the spilled blossoms. He knelt to help her. "I went for a walk and ended up at the beach." She said, shoveling some shells into the bottom of her basket. He nodded, understand now how she could have been gone for so long. Watching the ocean was something otherworldly hypnotising, he knew she could not easily break away from the natural wonders of the world. He followed her to the kitchen and sat munching on a pear as he watched her. She stripped leaves from stems and filled a large clear vase with the shells before adding the water and arranging the flowers she had collected. As she cleaned up her mess she handed the vase to him. "Put this one the table next to the window please?" She asked. He nodded and threw his pear remains away, getting up and doing her bidding. As he propped open the kitchen door she called out to him once more. "Why don't you go take a nice warm shower and see if you can't get some of that rainbow off before dinner?" She giggled. He looked down at his smeared and streaked body, fingering his spattered hair. He looked back up and grinned at her. "Good idea. Maybe you wanna do something about that river of violet on your cheek then." He informed her. Her eyes grew and she fled to the toaster to find her altered reflection. Grinning up at him she shrugged. "I'm gonna go punk?" She offered. He laughed, shaking his head he left the room. He set the vase on the table, taking a moment to draw inner peace from the kelideioscope of the last of the sunset on the waves. A gentle smile graced him. Turning from the window he could hear a soft clatter and humming of Moirah as she prepared dinner for the two of them. Her form passing before his view through the open doorway. He went across the room and draped a canvas over his painting. Stooping to pick up the pallet and brushes he groaned at the stiffness of his back. Perhaps he had sat on the stool painting for a bit too long he thought to himself. He put away his things and traipsed into the bathroom as he heard the sweet rolling of her voice wraped around a gaelic folk song. His muscles sore, he opted for a bath instead of a shower. Running the water steamy hot he indulged in some of her herbal oil for his water. It smelled like her, filling the room with her scent and his mind of thoughts of her. Stripping off his jeans he tenetively stepped into the tub, letting his body become adjusted to the temperature of the water before he sank into it's inviting caress. He couldn't help the sigh that escaped him as he lay back in the water. Closing his eyes he slipped down into the tub until his head was submerged, then popped back up, wiping the water from his face. Propping his arms up on the sides he lay his shoulders against the back of the tub. Head lolling back he relaxed, eyes gently closed as her clear voice rang through the cottage. It felt as if only mere moments had passed when he felt her soft hand cup his cheek. "Zac. Wake up love." Her tender voice called him from slumber. A slight chill ran over his body as he sat up more, the water having grown cold. She smiled down at him, drinking in his beauty, for he was a beautiful man. His broad chest glistening as the wet ends of his darkened blonde mane lay over his shoulders and reached for his waist. Glittering soulful deep eyes peppered with champagne sparkle. Excessively delicious abundant lips, an ever present hint of laughter playing in the corners of his mouth. Deeptoned skin smoothed over rigid muscles of his massive arms. He was a portrait of every womans fantasy, yet he was hers. Her heart leapt in her chest, pounding into her soul as if to say, 'see, it's real!' "You've been in here for over an hour. You didn't answer when I called to you and I wondered if you were still in here. You must have fallen asleep." She said as she turned on the hot water, warming the tub up. She sat on the edge of the tub and fixed the plug in the drain askew to change the water. He ran his hands over his face, groaning a bit. She laughed softly at him. "Here, let me help. Dinner is nearly ready, you should eat it while it's hot." She reasoned, reaching for the bottle of shampoo on the nearby shelf. Wordlessly he sat forward, gripping his knees toward his chest so she could reach behind him. Her fingers worked the lather through his long tresses and he voiced his thoughts on how it felt. "Mmm..." It was all that was needed for it said everything. She smiled, pleased that she could bring him any amount of joy for any purpose. Adjusting the temperature she filled a pitcher with water from the spout, rinsing his hair throughly. Watching the bubbles cling to him she swirled her hand in the water, grazing her fingers over his hip and down his thy. He looked up at her as his hand slid into hers. "Thank you." He said softly. She nodded, taking her hand back to fetch a cloth and soaping it, washed his back. "Something smells good. What's for dinner?" He asked as she passed the cloth over his wide shoulders. "Nothing fancy, just pot roast." She shrugged. He nodded, licking his lips. It may have not been fancy but it was something savory. Leaning over him more she pushed him back and scrubbed at the paint streaks on his chest. They were stubborn and so was she. She dipped the cloth into the water infront of him, wrung it out and resoaped it, again she attacked the non-fleshtoned hues. She rubbed him nearly raw on one spot, but he didn't stop her for every few moments she would dip her hand into the water before him, exciting him a bit more the closer she came to his stiffening member. He was so busy watching her hands he didn't even see the sly smile on her lips. She knew exactly what she was doing to him, she wasn't blind for god sakes. She pushed him a bit further, the next time she dunked the cloth she made sure it slid all the way down his shaft and back up again. He sucked in his breath at the sensual touch then looked up to her. He saw the playfulness, restless in her eyes. He grinned evily but before she could catch on he grabed her and pulled her into the tub with him. Her merry scream echoed off the walls but was quickly silenced with his mouth over hers. Her tongue slid over his and melted his heart. Sighing he lay back, sliding down into the warm water, making her lie above him. Tugging at her soaked sundress she got the fabric up around her hips and straddled him. She sat up, a smile on her face and looked down at him. "What about dinner?" She asked. His eyes hungrily eyed her ample bossom, the wet dress clinging to her dark, hard nipples. "I'm hungry for something else." He growled. She giggled. "I bet." His hands reached up from holding her hips, with a florish he tore the thin straps at her shoulders. Her tiny gasp was a turn on to him. He yanked the soggy cloth from her breasts as he leaned up to capture a dark rose bud between his lips. Her moan only increased as his hands traveled back down her body and pulled her hips toward his. Sucking hungrily at her other nipple now he raised her up over his rock hard erection. He moaned against her skin when she grabbed the base of his cock and slid his head over her clit. "Baby, you feel so good! Ride me, please!" He begged. As soon as she'd nudged him toward her opening he slamed her down onto him. Arching her back she cried out in bliss. She ground her hips in a circular movement making him groan. She leaned into him, gripping his shoulders as her hips began a steady rocking motion. His eyes held hers and they both knew it would not take long this time, it just felt too good. He shoved his pelvis up at her, making the water slop over the sides of the tub the harder they thrusted. Her moist lips were parted and her eyes were glassy, he could feel her gaining speed and tightening around his stiff rod. He knew she would cum soon. He wanted to feel it so badly, to make him cum deep inside her. Her eyes grew wide and her mouth silently screamed. She was so tight, so beautiful. The fire rushed up from his balls, shooting through his groin. Three glorious spurts of cum shot from him and splashed against her velvet walls. A nearly primal cry raged from his lungs when her body pulled the pleasure from him. Together they lay panting in the water. A sloppy grin on his face he pulled her down more and nuzzled her neck. "I don't know how, but I love you more and more each passing minute." He sighed against her damp skin. She pushed herself up on his shoulders. "You're so sweet. How could I not fall in love with you?" She asked rhetoricly. He kissed her tenderly and held her close as he sat up again. Stroking her hair he breathed deeply, filling his lungs with satisfaction. A heavy aroma caught him and his stomach growled. Giggling she pulled away and looked at him. "I think we better feed you. You need to keep your strength up. I am far from finnished with you mister." She teased. He grinned back at his wife. "Sounds like a plan to me." He helped her from the tub and watched her peel the remenants of her dress from her body. "Sorry bout that." He said sheepishly. She grinned at him and winked. He knew she wasn't sorry in the least. He climbed from the tub as she toweled off. She handed him her towel and strode from the room. He watched her shapely ass as she left. Shaking his head he laughed at himself. He was sure he could never get enough of that woman. That was a good thing, a really good thing. |