05-22-2009, 07:06 AM
The brilliant flash of lightning from the stormy sky overhead cast a hard edge to the passionate exchange of the two bodies in the sands. The threatening call of the thunder warning of the rains to come seemed to rumble through their bodies, vibrating in their very beings as tongues and fingers collided on a dangerous course. The pulsing call from the core of the male seemed to be echoed from the woman he took that night as a lover. Perhaps they might never see one another again but just for one evening they found a place to belong.
The ragged heavy breath of the blue eyed girl was mirrored in the male as the shock of her touch nearly drove him to the edge. They kept pushing farther and farther, the intoxicating passions that made them forget the world around them the same force that turned their bodies into a raging inferno. Sparks dazzling the eyes as the raging weather set the rolling pattern of how their night had started, and would end. The feeling that had started off as something tiny had built up into a massive squall. Sooner or later it would have to break and wash away the tension of the frenzy they'd stirred up played upon each body as though the torment was worth every pulse that rippled through their form. Perhaps it was for again and again fingers traced lines of electricity across the curves while tongues and lips teased and taunted, giving and receiving but never enough.
He had learned a thing or two in his lifetime and even in the frenzy that he stirred within her body he knew that in the end it would be worth it. The tug over who had control would continue back and forth as the tides within grew stronger and stronger as he had his way with the woman. Though she tried time and time again to push him into a faster pace he never gave in, the roll of pleasure with each stroke rippling through his body as slowly but surely he teasingly increased the momentum of each thrust and pull. His reward for surrendering was the call of her passions so clear in his ear, coaxing him along, letting him know that he had to power to give and to take away. From here on out though there was no return, they had come to the last rise before the crest.
DaVinci watched through half closed eyes as the greyscale woman arched into his every motion, her body driving forward, craving the release that only he could give her. Hands cast over the back of his neck he could feel every pull as she brought him closer, deeper with every thrust and stroke of his body. Increasing the power of the tides that stirred within them thrice fold as he finally closed his story orbs, an echo of the sky above. His voice a soft moan from his lips as the woman tightened her body around his core, her fingers interlocked in his mane as a growl guttered in the back of his throat.
His hand harshly pulled her even deeper as the first shudder of that climatic moment occurred. The pulsing of their cores meeting as one on the rise of the tide. Cresting together as he felt the tension released in the last final strokes. Pulling her body up close against his the shudder rolled through his body taking him into an ecstasy he had long forgotten. Erasing the heartache and pain of harder times as for once he knew the bliss he'd locked out way back when. His ragged breath hot against her skin as the heaven's above opened up and the floods came down.
The heat from their bodies rising in tresses of steam up to kiss the rains that cast down upon their once lived fantasy.
The ragged heavy breath of the blue eyed girl was mirrored in the male as the shock of her touch nearly drove him to the edge. They kept pushing farther and farther, the intoxicating passions that made them forget the world around them the same force that turned their bodies into a raging inferno. Sparks dazzling the eyes as the raging weather set the rolling pattern of how their night had started, and would end. The feeling that had started off as something tiny had built up into a massive squall. Sooner or later it would have to break and wash away the tension of the frenzy they'd stirred up played upon each body as though the torment was worth every pulse that rippled through their form. Perhaps it was for again and again fingers traced lines of electricity across the curves while tongues and lips teased and taunted, giving and receiving but never enough.
He had learned a thing or two in his lifetime and even in the frenzy that he stirred within her body he knew that in the end it would be worth it. The tug over who had control would continue back and forth as the tides within grew stronger and stronger as he had his way with the woman. Though she tried time and time again to push him into a faster pace he never gave in, the roll of pleasure with each stroke rippling through his body as slowly but surely he teasingly increased the momentum of each thrust and pull. His reward for surrendering was the call of her passions so clear in his ear, coaxing him along, letting him know that he had to power to give and to take away. From here on out though there was no return, they had come to the last rise before the crest.
DaVinci watched through half closed eyes as the greyscale woman arched into his every motion, her body driving forward, craving the release that only he could give her. Hands cast over the back of his neck he could feel every pull as she brought him closer, deeper with every thrust and stroke of his body. Increasing the power of the tides that stirred within them thrice fold as he finally closed his story orbs, an echo of the sky above. His voice a soft moan from his lips as the woman tightened her body around his core, her fingers interlocked in his mane as a growl guttered in the back of his throat.
His hand harshly pulled her even deeper as the first shudder of that climatic moment occurred. The pulsing of their cores meeting as one on the rise of the tide. Cresting together as he felt the tension released in the last final strokes. Pulling her body up close against his the shudder rolled through his body taking him into an ecstasy he had long forgotten. Erasing the heartache and pain of harder times as for once he knew the bliss he'd locked out way back when. His ragged breath hot against her skin as the heaven's above opened up and the floods came down.
The heat from their bodies rising in tresses of steam up to kiss the rains that cast down upon their once lived fantasy.