gMusic: AMADAS ESTRELLAS by Achillea

Warning: this chapter contains mature content.

Sarah turned to face me and her tongue coated her lips, making them wet, inviting.

The act almost made me fold. My fingers dug into her hips, pulling her close, and I could feel the heat from her body beneath the flimsy dress. 

I kissed her, hard, forceful, my tongue invading her mouth. The hunger controlled me; a desperate need to be with my woman and equally, to be wanted, desired in return.

She responded hungrily, pressing against me, her hands combing through my hair.

I grabbed the thin cords of her robe, tugging them apart and pushed the shoulder straps down. The gown fell soundlessly to the floor in soft folds. 

My hands swept over her hips, venturing to her waist and up until I reached her breasts. Cupping them, my need for her roared through every fibre of my body. The feel of her soft skin drove me wild; pert nipples commanding my attention.

I lifted her onto the surface of the dresser, and our eyes met for a fevered moment. Her need was equally as intense, her dark irises containing a hunger which matched my own. 

My mouth crashed over hers, and my thumbs started to rub her nipples, teasingly, making them pucker.

I nuzzled her earlobes, my hot breath making her tremble. My kisses travelled, urgent, to her neck and down to her breasts. 

She moaned as I took a nipple into my mouth, sucking, licking, kissing, then adroitly I moved to the other. 

Eager and ravenous I kissed her mouth again; my hands pulling her close.

I felt her hand touch my penis. The touch of her fingers wrapping around my erection made me quiver with anticipation. I moved against her hand, mumbling her name between kisses.

And then I could wait no longer. I pulled Sarah from the dresser, spun her around, and gripped the backs of her hands, pinning them to the wooden surface. 

She gasped. Her reflection was rapturous, eyes ablaze, lips parted in a soft smile.

The need to dominate and possess her was overwhelming. My fingers found the lacy trim of her panties and grabbing the narrow band I tugged hard.  Groaning, satisfied, I felt her underwear come away in my hand. I cast the ruined fabric to the floor.

I watched her response in the mirror as my hands caressed the tops of her thighs, moving up until I felt her soft mound. I probed within. She was slick, wet, ready.

Her prurient moans became a drug, making my hunger, my addiction, utterly shameless. I pleasured her until she cried out, rapturous. She clasped my hand, driving my fingers deeper within, but, I required more; I also wanted that delirious, transcendent release. I seized her hips.

Our eyes locked in the mirror as I lowered her upper body to dresser level. She sighed, brushing herself against me, offering me her sex; wanton, submissive.

I rammed inside her. I was not gentle; such was my need to be one with her. I yanked her hips to me, primitive, savage, the beat of desire intensifying with every thrust I delivered. 

From our heated exertion, the shaving tray rattled, and the water splashed over the lip of the bowl - droplets sprinkling our hands and forearms. But we were too lost within our sexual frenzy to care.

The dresser banged against the wall with every plunge, our bodies' reflections rippling as the mirror shuddered from the friction of our ardent lovemaking.

Distantly I also heard the little bottles of cosmetics clinking and toppling onto the dresser's surface. One even rolled off onto the floor, no doubt its content spilling on the boards.

But, I could not tear my eyes from our reflections. The sight of Sarah in such ecstasy drove me on, feeding my desire, my lust. I was on the brink of climax, the rush towards sexual fulfilment fast approaching.

I continued to plough into Sarah as if trying to lose myself within, and I heard her voice; sharp gasps and rapturous cries.

Her slender body trembled against mine, her forearms now flat against the wooden surface, hands splayed helping her keep balance. I felt her sex clamp and pulse around my penis, drawing me deeper inside, her salacity sated.

I was even more vocal as the tightness in my groin surrendered, and my seed flooded freely.

The aftermath of sexual gratification ebbed and flowed over me like the ocean, lapping the shore on a warm, summer night. My legs felt weak, and I grabbed the edge of the dresser for support. The intensity of my release had almost made me collapse.

Spent, I leaned forward, my chest heaving against Sarah's back. Instinctively, my hands reached for her breasts, cupping them gently, lovingly.

I looked at Sarah in the mirror. Her head bowed, a curtain of vibrant, auburn hair concealing her face from my view and I feared my brutish carnality had been too harsh.

"Sorry," I panted, kissing the back of her neck, praying I had not hurt her. 

"For what?" she whispered breathlessly. She lifted her head and stared back at me; strands of hair clamped to the side of her face, skin glistening, flushed. Her lips parted as her breathing rushed out in little bursts.

"I was too rough with you," I gasped. "I - I should have been more gentle, tender." I leaned my face against her smooth skin. 

Soft laughter made her body tremble. "Khadgar! Do you hear me complaining?" 

I could not help but smile and planted small, playful kisses on her shoulders. 

She continued. "If you insist on being tender, however ..." She rolled her shoulders, sighing as my lips brushed her skin. "...we still have plenty of time."

I eased from her and turned her around. Drawing her to me, I held her face in my hands, tender, lovingly. Our mouths hovered, mere breaths from each other. 

Her arms folded around me, her fingers kneading my back. 

Savouring the moment, I just held her, relishing the closeness. 

"I missed you so much," she said quietly. "I cannot begin to tell you how overjoyed I am to have you home."  Pulling away, she took my hands and guided me to the bed. "But, I will show you." She lay down, with arms raised, inviting me. 

I craved more; the need to be one with her consumed me once again. This time, I loved her slowly, tenderly, and I blissfully flowed into her for a second time.

We lay in each other's arms, basking in a silence filled with love. 

I contemplated my present situation. I was with the woman I loved more than life itself. She was my sanctuary, my dream. 

"I love you," I whispered against her ear.  I meant those words with everything I was, everything I could be, and all that which I owned or dreamed.

Her fingers traced over my chest. "And I love you, so much more than you know." She paused, and a small chuckle fell from her lips. "Are you going to write about this in my book?" she asked, her eyes mischievous.

"You liked the journal then?" 

"Oh, yes. It is beautiful, Khadgar. Thank you. So will you?"

"Write what exactly?" I smiled, pulling her tighter into my arms, planting a kiss on top of her head.

"Everything." She turned her face up to meet mine. "And I want every detail," she grinned, curling her leg over mine and wrapping her arms around me.

I laughed softly. "Your wish is my command." 

With her body moulded against mine, we lay for a little while, dozing, content. Then we expressed the depth of love we felt for each other, making love again.