Union…revisited

Sometimes the thoughts come.  In a rush

I see it clearly. 

The bed, a tangle of sheets and limbs.  Skin striped by the shafts of light finding their way through the slatted shades.

I am on my back and you are before me.  Caressing me.  Pinching me.  Licking me.  Making every sense sing with your attentions.

I am on fire, with you.

I look up at you and see the same fevered arousal in your eyes that I know has softened my own.  I reach out and touch your chest, lazily stroking downward.

Touching you.  Feeling you and how hard you are.  How much you want me.

Your fingers have already discovered just how much I want you.

You flip me over, have me kneeling on the bed.  My breasts are flat against the sheet, my arse is in the air.  My hands are stretched out in front of me.  Clutching.  Beseeching.  My thighs delightfully wide.  For your pleasure

Your thrust takes my breath away.  Your skin against mine as you take your time. Your hands gripping my hips.  Your strokes, blissfully slow. Full.  Measured.

I feel one hand slide upward to palm my breast.  To squeeze my nipple.  The other sliding downward to find my sex.  Probing.  Circling.  Your movements synchronised with your thrusts.

You pull me up, my back against your chest.

My arousal is a delicious torture.  I can feel it building.  Stroke by stroke.

I can’t help but push backward, to take more of you, to feel you closer.

Your thrusts become faster now.  Gaining momentum

I’m lost in the sensations.  Your hands on me.  You inside me, filling me. 

Nothing else matters. 

Just us. And this thrilling, euphoric union. 

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*This story short was posted last year but I like it and thought I’d give it another outing. I beg the indulgence of those who have read before and hope any new readers enjoy.

©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken from Tumblr

By the sea…revisited

She’s waiting by the sea for her lover.  She has spent the last hour pacing the floors of the cottage where they will stay.  She’s decided that the cliffs would provide an excellent diversion.  She knew that the sea, in all its magnificent fury, would soothe and calm her.

She is nervous.  She is excited.  She cannot believe that the day has come.  She screams his name and all that she cannot say into the wind.  Into the sea.  These feelings she has have taken her by surprise.  But now that she has acknowledged them, accepted them, owned them…she wants to revel in them.

She senses him.  But before she can turn around he has taken her firmly into his arms.  He spins her to face him.  Looking up at him, her face inches from his, she can barely breathe.  Their eyes lock and they both smile.  He lowers his head and kisses her softly, tenderly, fingers touching her cheeks.  She wraps her arms around him and melts into his body.  Seconds, minutes pass.  They walk back to the cottage hand in hand, bodies close together.

Later he slowly and reverently peels the clothes away from her pale limbs before laying her gently upon the iron bed, spreading her arms and legs wide.  He delights in the skin and curves at his fingertips and the soft gasps as he explores every inch of skin.   He slowly takes her again and again to the peak of pleasure until she is rosy and trembling with arousal.  Her sighs are music to his ears.

And then, when he has brought her there and back several times, he presses his own body to hers.  Months of yearning desire culminating in this moment.  Looking deeply into her eyes he starts slowly, relishing the feel of her.  He takes his time, savoring each minute, before losing himself in the sheer pleasure of joining his body to hers and the exquisite release that they eventually enjoy.  Much later they are curled together in sleep, moonlight painting their entwined limbs with light.  Illuminating the way that, even in sleep, they are holding tight to each other.  Unwilling to let go even in slumber.

*This is a repost from Valentine’s Day of last year. A bit out of order but possibly my favourite piece hence my decision to repost. It was my very first story short. I hope the reader enjoys.

 

©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken from Pinterest

Wet and wild

He finds her in the bath flushed from the heat, and wet.  Divesting himself of his clothes he climbs in behind her, wanting to feel her wet skin against his.  She nestles closer to him, her bum to his groin, feeling him against her.  She leans her head back, baring her neck to him.  Melting into him.

His hands cup her breasts.  Wet and soapy they slide along the underside, the water sluicing over pink skin.  He strokes her nipples, sweet berries he then squeezes between thumb and forefinger.  She moans with pleasure, becoming louder the harder he squeezes.

She pushes herself back against him, feeling him harden.  Her hands slide along his thighs, feeling the muscles under her fingertips.  She moves against him again, enjoying the feel of him between her cheeks.

His right hand slides down to stroke her sex.  Her legs become wide.  She wants more from him.  He runs two fingers along the outside.  Circling, teasing her.  Her hips move of their own volition, wanting his fingers there, the place she aches the most.  The place she burns.  But he likes to make her wait.  He loves when she’s out of control.   Chaotic.

Just when she thinks she’ll go out of her mind, he fingers the smallest yet most sensitive part of her, causing her to arch her back and push against him.

She turns to face him, straddling him, taking him in hand.  Stroking his length, loving how he feels.  Hard, in the tight, wet clasp of her hand.  She runs the pad of her thumb around the tip.  He exhales, his hips moving upward.  Wanting more, from her.  She leans in to kiss him, their tongues dancing, his arms coming around her.  Her breasts are pressed agains this chest. Their kiss full of passion. She is wild with desire for him.  

With him in hand she sinks down upon his length.   Her head falls back as she sighs.  Knees on either side of him she starts to move.  His hand caresses her bottom, cupping each cheek, holding her tightly to him as her hips move against his in perfect motion.

She rides him slow, loving the delicious feeling of him inside of her.   As she begins to pick up speed he takes control, thrusting up into her.  His hands grip her hips, pulling her onto him.  Going deeper. Water begins to spill upon the floor. They are mindless with desire.  Lost in ecstasy.  The ride, wet…and wild. 

 

©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken from Pinterest

 

Intermission

She finds him infinitely more interesting than what they are watching.

She crawls across his lap, a playful kitten looking for attention.

She straddles him. Kneeling on either side of his hips. Pressing herself snugly against him.

He breathes her scent in, closing his eyes as he does. Inhaling her subtle fragrance, floral blossoms mingling with musk. Understated, like her.

He opens his eyes as he feels her running her fingers through his hair. Their eyes lock. He smiles as she caresses his cheek and then presses a kiss to his lips, sighing as she breathes him in.

His hands wander, down her back and across the curve of her hips. He inches her skirt up until he feels the silk of her knickers. He kisses her deeply, pulling her tighter to him.

He caresses her, fingers pulling the lacy knickers down until the satiny bare curves of arse and hips are all he feels.

Her arms are around his neck, their kiss growing more passionate.

Breaths mingling.

Tongues tangling.

Without thought, but obeying the ache within her, she rubs against him. Feeling his arousal. Wanting to convey her own. Her nipples are hard and tight against his chest.

He guides her down onto the sofa.  She gazes up at him, her eyes soft and languid with arousal.  A slight smile on lips made lush and red by his kisses.  His return smile is wicked as he peels her blouse and skirt off.  Her bra and knickers soon join them on the floor.

She is now completely open and bare to his gaze.

He runs his fingers across her nipples and down her belly.

She arches up to him.

Wanting more.

Always more.

He leans down wanting a taste of her.  His lips go around one erect nipple.  His tongue dances over it.

Before sucking it…

Grazing it with his teeth…

She whimpers, a soft, delightful sound to his ears. Her uninhibited response to his attentions making him hard and tight in his trousers. His mouth, feasting upon her curves, is making her body dance with pleasure. He’s bewitched by her arousal. The blush blooming from cheek to breast. He gets lost in the feel of her skin, her scent, her taste.

He gets lost in her.

Photo taken from WhiteNoten

 

 

 

Union

Sometimes the thoughts come.  In a rush

I see it clearly. 

The bed, a tangle of sheets and limbs.  Skin striped by the shafts of light finding their way through the slatted shades.

I am on my back and you are before me.  Caressing me.  Pinching me.  Licking me.  Making every sense sing with your attentions.

I am on fire, with you.

I look up at you and see the same fevered arousal in your eyes that I know has softened my own.  I reach out and touch your chest, lazily stroking downward.

Touching you.  Feeling you and how hard you are.  How much you want me.

Your fingers have already discovered just how much I want you.

You flip me over, have me kneeling on the bed.  My breasts are flat against the sheet, my arse is in the air.  My hands are stretched out in front of me.  Clutching.  Beseeching.  My thighs delightfully wide.  For your pleasure

Your thrust takes my breath away.  Your skin against mine as you take your time. Your hands gripping my hips.  Your strokes, blissfully slow. Full.  Measured.

I feel one hand slide upward to palm my breast.  To squeeze my nipple.  The other sliding downward to find my sex.  Probing.  Circling.  Your movements synchronised with your thrusts.

You pull me up, my back against your chest.

My arousal is a delicious torture.  I can feel it building.  Stroke by stroke.

I can’t help but push backward, to take more of you, to feel you closer.

Your thrusts become faster now.  Gaining momentum

I’m lost in the sensations.  Your hands on me.  You inside me, filling me. 

Nothing else matters. 

Just us. And this thrilling, euphoric union. 

Photo taken from Tumblr

By The Sea

She’s waiting by the sea for her lover.  She has spent the last hour pacing the floors of the cottage where they will stay.  She’s decided that the cliffs would provide an excellent diversion.  She knew that the sea, in all its magnificent fury, would soothe and calm her.

She is nervous.  She is excited.  She cannot believe that the day has come.  She screams his name and all that she cannot say into the wind.  Into the sea.  These feelings she has have taken her by surprise.  But now that she has acknowledged them, accepted them, owned them…she wants to revel in them.

She senses him.  But before she can turn around he has taken her firmly into his arms.  He spins her to face him.  Looking up at him, her face inches from his, she can barely breathe.  Their eyes lock and they both smile.  He lowers his head and kisses her softly, tenderly, fingers touching her cheeks.  She wraps her arms around him and melts into his body.  Seconds, minutes pass.  They walk back to the cottage hand in hand, bodies close together.

Later he slowly and reverently peels the clothes away from her pale limbs before laying her gently upon the iron bed, spreading her arms and legs wide.  He delights in the skin and curves at his fingertips and the soft gasps as he explores every inch of skin.   He slowly takes her again and again to the peak of pleasure until she is rosy and trembling with arousal.  Her sighs are music to his ears.

And then, when he has brought her there and back several times, he presses his own body to hers.  Months of yearning desire culminating in this moment.  Looking deeply into her eyes he starts slowly, relishing the feel of her.  He takes his time, savoring each minute, before losing himself in the sheer pleasure of joining his body to hers and the exquisite release that they eventually enjoy.  Much later they are curled together in sleep, moonlight painting their entwined limbs with light.  Illuminating the way that, even in sleep, they are holding tight to each other.  Unwilling to let go even in slumber.

 

Photo taken from Tumblr.com