Part 31
Lorelei had asked me to give her a few
minutes to get ready before I joined her in the bathroom. So I stripped down in the bedroom and tossed
my clothes into the clothes hamper before I joined her. A soak in a hot tub was going to be a
pleasure. I kind of hated admitting it,
but all those trips up and down those flights of stairs had taken a bit of a toll
on me. It hadn’t been so bad as long as
I’d kept moving but once I sat down to relax for a while that had been my
downfall. Now that dull ache from muscles that had been pushed a little more
than usual kicked in and I was thinking how great it was going to be to sink
below the depths of the hot water and let it work its soothing magic on them. As
I stood in the doorway I could see the steam rising over the water, in a misty
haze in the candle lit room. The music
I’d put on earlier was audible in the background and complimented the mellowed
out atmosphere she orchestrated for me.
The porcelain pool she’d created for me was inviting and I was looking
forward to sinking into its watery depths.
Her knees were drawn up under her as she
sat beside the tub her hand languidly stirring in the contents she’d just
emptied into it. A pleasant fragrance
greeted my nostrils and I inhaled deeply.
“You’d better be careful I’ll end up smelling good enough to eat when
I’m done soaking.” I said softly. At the sound of my voice she turned her head
and smiled at my naked form as I lounged against the door frame. It felt perfectly natural for me to be nude
in front of her, and I no longer had any doubts or insecurities that she’d
burst into laughter or worse point and laugh uncontrollably at the same time
when she saw me appearing to her in all my glory. “Silly man” she said as she
rose slowly and came towards me.
Wrapping her arms around my neck and drawing me down as she pressed
against me, moulding her breasts to my torso. “I could feast on you for
hours.” She nibbled delicately on my ear
lobe to illustrate her point as her one hand massaged the back of my neck and
the other snaked its way down my chest.
Her hand crept ever lower until she cupped my manhood in it and began to
knead and massage it. A low groan
escaped my lips as she did, and my flesh broke out in goose bumps as a
result. The stimulation of her heated
breath on my neck, coupled with her kisses and ardent caresses was just about
more than I could bear.
Fully aroused, I would have had no issue
what so ever with consummating our love there and then. She however was the mistress of erotic
performance art and loved to bring me to the edge time and time again before sealing
the deal. I knew in my heart she did it
for me to prolong my pleasure, allowing it to build in me time and time again,
so that when it did take me it would be the ultimate experience. She always
made me a priority no matter what we were doing, and I in turn tried to do the
same for her.“I can’t wait to have you devour me.” I growled into her ear as I
crushed my body against hers and began to grind my groin against her hand which
was responsible for the light sheen of fluids I was already releasing. Our kisses were ardent and the desire was
undeniable. Our tongues danced together
like flames licking into the darkness and illuminating it. Body and minds were on fire, fueled with need
and desire.
When we broke apart to come up for some
much needed air, we both inhaled sharply and deeply as we’d been so focused on
the heated chemistry between us that even taking oxygen into our lungs was
irrelevant and had ceased to matter to us.
Literally and figuratively this woman took my breath away, time and time
again. Taking my hand she led me toward the bath that had been prepared for me
and I stepped in, gingerly at first as I tested the temperature of the
water. I should have known it would be
perfect just as everything she did for me was.
I eased myself down into the welcoming womb like warmth of the water and
stretched until I was in a comfortable position. I seldom took baths being more
of a shower kind of a guy but I was finding this to be a rather relaxing
experience. After making sure I was
settled in and comfortable, she said.
“I’ll be right back, don’t’ move.” And with that she was gone. I sat luxuriating in the warm scented water
that enveloped me, my head back eyes closed feeling very serene.
She’d stolen in as silently as a little
mouse, yet I didn’t need to open my eyes to know she was there, I could just
somehow sense her presence and it brought a smile to my lips.I opened my eyes
and found her at eye level with me once more.
She held out a glass of a rich red wine to me, and I took the proffered
glass from her. “I’d like to offer a
toast to the gentleman of the house, if I may.”
She said as she raised her glass to mine. “Liam you are the love of my
life, today, tomorrow for the rest of my life.” And with that she tapped her
glass against mine as they clinked merrily in the stillness of the room. I
couldn’t help but smile at her toast as I took my first sip. It was in fact as I had thought it to be. A
very pleasant Shiraz which lingered on the tongue almost as sweetly as one of
her kisses did upon my lips.She set her glass down on the
vanity in the bathroom and took a seat on the edge of the bathtub. With deft hands she began to massage the back
of my neck and my shoulders. Slowly I
stretched and rotated my neck as she eased the kinks out for me. I sighed contentedly in a blissful state at
the pampering she was giving me.
Leaning into me her clothed breast grazed
against my cheek and sent a special little thrill throughout my body. The scent
of her shampoo still clung to her hair and it mingled in the air with the
scented waters I was soaking in. As
nurturing as she was being, there was still an underlying sensuality to it. When
she dampened the wash cloth and applied the shower gel to it and began to
lather my body, she was delicate, almost reverent in her caresses with it. Circular motions on my chest matted my chest
hair together with a sudsy froth. Long
strokes along my arm and legs felt heavily as the soapy cloth glided over my
flesh, cleansing away the stresses of the day. Her hand with cloth in hand sank
beneath the watery abyss and stroked and caressed my manly parts as well. It was arousing to have her bathing me this
intimately and my hips rose to greet the gyrations of her hand on me. She was taking slow long strokes of my ever
lengthening member, and naturally I rotated my hips and would thrust forward to
greet her downwards strokes. We moved in
unison in our own little synchronized water ballet. The feelings within were building and
soapsuds be damned I wanted her, I needed her. I grabbed her and drew her to me
and kissed her deeply, exploring her mouth with my tongue, with an urgent
neediness.
“I’ve
gotten you all wet.” He said with mock horror in his voice at this
discovery. “So you have, what ever shall
we do about that fact?” I queried. “Maybe you should get out of those wet
clothes of yours and join me.” He volleyed back with a sensual smile that could
not be ignored or turned down. I peeled off the shirt I’d had on, as it was
sopping wet now and hugged every curve of my body. I dropped it unceremoniously on the tiled
floor. Liam caught one of my nipples, in
his mouth as my breasts dangled over him briefly as I stood to take off my
jeans and panties. It was only a
fleeting suckle at my breast but it put my senses on high alert and my nipples
protruded, plump and swollen like luscious red raspberries after the brief
encounter. His eyes were riveted on me as I slipped out of my jeans and kicked
them aside. Feeling a little naughty as
well as very aware of my sexuality I ran my hands over my breasts and down my
tummy and over the sheer fabric mound between my thighs that was as wet as my t
shirt had been but for an entirely different reason. I hooked my thumbs under the elastic
waistband of them and inched them down over my thighs, past my knees and then
let them fall naturally the rest of the way.
Liam held his hands out to me and I took
them in mine as I stepped carefully over the edge of the tub and sank down into
the water. Space was limited with both
of us now in the tub and a wave of water spilled over the edge as I sank down
into the water. After some skillful
maneuvering what we found worked best was for me to sit between Liam’s legs
with his long legs draped over mine. He wrapped his strong arms around me, and
began to kiss and nibble on my throat and earlobes. Early in our relationship he’d learned this
was but one method to unlock any inhibitions I might otherwise have. His hands
strayed to my breasts and he cupped them as if weighing them in his hands. Tweaking my nipples between his thumb and
index finger produced the effect he had been going for when I moaned and arched
my back against him, my breathing becoming more laboured and intense. As one hand fondled my breasts the other
trailed down my tummy and prodded gently at the apex of my legs.
They parted readily of their own accord and
he stroked his finger tip lightly up and down the slit that was wet both
externally and internally. He continued
to tease me like this with slow even strokes, and I would arch my hips forward,
willing him to explore my depths further. It was a sweet release when he
finally parted my folds and began to stroke deeper, delving my depths with his
fingers and discovering my hot little pink, throbbing pearl nestled within. Alternating between quick tight little
circles around it and slow gentle massages over it was driving me insane with
need for him to be inside me. My thighs
tightened around his hand trying to squeeze it and draw it deeper into me. Another finger began to toy with my love
canal and explore its snug warm depths.
His large hand cupped my mound as his fingers worked their magic within. Pressing against him and mewling with
delight and frustration I more than willing to beg if that was he required from
me. His kisses had taken on even more heated
urgency as he kissed and nibbled on my throat and shoulders. Liam was lost in it and I wasn’t going to be
the least bit surprised if I ended up with his brand on my throat, The playfulness and the intensity of the
passion we were giving and receiving from each other would be worth any
inconvenience caused by having to shield it from other peoples prying eyes
after the fact. For now the two of us
lived in the moment which was intense, carnal with a feral abandonment for
society and its conventions.
Wriggling my bottom against his groin I
could feel his engorged member rubbing against the channel between the mounds
of my buttocks. Knowing how inflamed
with desire his love muscle was swollen only served to spur me on with my
actions. Not being able to stand it any further I scrambled onto my knees, and
braced my hands against the wall. “Baby,
please.” I begged him repetitively as I
looked over my shoulder at him. With no
regard to the logistics of the situation or to any discomfort it might cause him,
he sprang into action. It was
unnecessary to sway my hips and nether regions at him but I couldn’t resist the
urge to do so. Overtaken by my animalistic urges to merge with my mate in a
primal coupling was all that mattered, so I presented myself to him. He massaged my cheeks before parting them
with his large strong hands and entering me with a loud grunt of satisfaction
as he buried himself in me, feeling every inch of his member filling me,
intensely aware of each ridge and swollen vein as he slid in and out of
me. Clenching my muscles around him
wanting it as tight as possible for his pleasure, bucking back to meet each and
every one of his deep thrusts, as his hands held onto me firmly at my waist as
he dove into me time and time again. Our
cries of triumphant ecstasy reverberated off the walls of the bathroom, in our
own song of passion which was sweet music to our ears.
No matter where or how we made love we
always threw ourselves into it heart, body and soul. The chemistry between us was undeniable and
each and every time it became more intense as we grew together as a
couple. Any other sexual experiences in
my past paled in comparison to what I had with my Lorelei. I knew it was the
deeply founded love that we shared that made the difference. We were best friends, first and foremost who
wanted to share all that life had to offer the two of us. Our relationship was solidly built on a foundation
of honesty, trust and mutual respect, all building blocks that were required to
have our love last a lifetime and beyond.It was such an all-encompassing rush
of adrenaline as we moved together in unison. I could feel that well spring go
from a slow simmer to a rapid, rolling boil in my loins and I knew I’d soon be
emptying every ounce of it into her precious vessel. I knew her own climax was emanating from deep
within her and was ready to burst to the surface and wash over her.
A final deep thrust and I unleashed myself
into her womb. I wrapped my arms around her and drew her upwards. My chest pressing against the contours of her
back as she in turn pushed back into me.
I held her tightly as we reached this grand crescendo together. Her body shook as she pressed her lips
against any available inch of my flesh that she could and kissed me in a
feverish manner. I stayed inside her the entire time with the occasional small
thrust as we rode out the spasms that raceked our bodies. Finally I was able to
gain enough composure to stand fully, and I drew her up with me, still nestled
in my arms. I rained soft gentle kisses
over her whispering affirmations of my love for her as I did so. Her soft gentle voice echoed my sentiments in
return.She turned to face me and buried her head against my chest. I cradled her to me and rocked her in my
embrace. “You’ve still got soap in your chest hair.” She teased me as she
twirled the damp strands around her fingers.
“You seem to have some yourself.” I countered as I brushed back her damp
locks with my fingers to better view her beautiful face with those eyes that
shone with such a luminous glow.
After pulling the stopper in the tub and a
quick shower the situation was righted and we were both clean and fresh as
daisies after our wet and wild adventure. As we dried off we both seemed to
realize just what a long day we’d had and how tired we truly were. We ambled
into the bed room and stretched out comfortably on the top of the bed. Liam was
on his back and I was on my side curled into his form with my head resting on
his chest. We talked in muted tones
about everything that had unfolded and been accomplished that day, and
eventually so overcome by exhaustion we drifted off to sleep together in
midsentence. Summer days were slowly drawing to a close and when we awoke from
our slumber the room was cool and dark.
It took a few minutes for our eyes to become accustomed to the shadowed
room and two glowing little eyes greeted ours when we glanced over at the alarm
clock on the nightstand to try to determine the time and how long we’d slept.
“It’s half seven I can’t believe we were out that long.” Liam said in a voice
still drenched with sleep which gave his voice a husky air to it.
Barclay took that as his cue that we were in
fact alive and that now he could start his campaign to finally get his dinner
served to him. The persistent meowing
and rubbing against the two of us and butting at us with his head commenced in
earnest as he joined us on the bed and made his demands known. He only allowed himself to be temporarily
placated with cuddles and pets and soon we were dragging ourselves out of our
cozy bed to take care of the needs of our small four footed fur child. We each grabbed
a bathrobe and trudged off to the kitchen with our furry entourage and got him
his longed for dinner. We then ambled
into the living room and flaked out, side by side on the sofa. With one arm around her I drew her close to
my side, with the other hand I picked up her small delicate one in my massive
one. “Well roomie, we did it. You’re completely moved in now. So how does it feel?” I asked her as I
surveyed the various boxes and pieces of furniture that still needed to be put
into place and unpacked.
“It’s great but a bit over whelming,
there’s still so much to do.” She said with a small sigh. “It’s okay we’ll manage it together,
sweetheart.” And I massaged her shoulder with one hand, while squeezing the one
I held in mine reassuringly. “I know.” she said as she raised her hand and
softly caressed my stubble covered face and kissed me lightly. “I’m just too
pooped to put anything more away tonight.” She added. “Ditto on that for me, and before you ask yes
I am hungry and no you are not going to go into the kitchen an whip us up a
little something. We’ll order in have another glass of wine from that bottle
you opened earlier and just chill out.
Understood?” I told her with a mock sternness in my voice. I knew if I didn’t put my foot down with her
she’d be out there cooking up a storm and then start trying to get everything
organized so the house was comfy and cozy and not looking like a bomb had just
gone off in it. She was neurotic about
some things but I loved her not in spite of it but because it was part of whom
she was as a person. Making a
comfortable home and keeping it tidy was important to her but for one night I’d
insist she let it go.
“Message received loud and clear Liam.”
She said as she snuggled into me. “So
what are you in the mood for Chinese, Mexican, Thai, Italian or Ethiopian
perhaps?” She inquired. “I’m really not
fussed just as long as I get fed.” I chuckled at her, as I got up and fished
out the folder I kept take out menus in.
It came as no surprise to me that she’s sorted them all out, tossing out
of date ones and organizing them by the types of cuisine. I’d always sort of employed the catch of the
day method when it came to ordering out.
I’d simply fish one out and whatever it was that was what I’d order. We settled
on Thai food and phoned the order in. We
got up off the sofa only to gather up some cutlery, napkins and pour some wine
to enjoy while we waited for it to be delivered. Stretched out listening to music, sipping
wine and cuddling we were getting fairly mellowed out by the time dinner
arrived. I got up and retrieved my
wallet from the dresser in the bedroom when the doorbell rang, signalling the
arrival of our dinner. She’d offered to
grab her purse but I declined citing the way she was dressed or rather not
dressed may be more of a distraction than the poor delivery guy could
reasonably handle.
Dinner smelled great and we set everything
up on the coffee table and sat cross legged on the floor enjoying the delicious
meal together off of our make shift dining table. Clean up was a breeze with popping dishes into
the dish washer and tossing a few emptied containers into the trash bin. Then it was back to settling in on the sofa
while we sipped our wine and talked about our plans for putting things to
rights in the house. Barclay strolled out to keep us company and was lounging
in Lorelei’s lap as we talked. We both
had the next couple of days off with no real plans other than getting things
organized. I was looking forward to it
because when we finished it would truly be our place once and for all. The need
and desire for sleep over took us once more and soon we were back in our bed.
I’m not sure how or where we found the energy but we made love again, only this
time it was very slow and gentle. It was
a cathartic release after the past couple of week’s frenzied activities and it
was with rapturous smiles on our lips that we drifted off to sleep in one
another’s arms.
We both woke up the next day feeling more
human than we had in days it seemed. Knowing we didn’t have to rush anywhere or
that we had any pressing commitments to attend to seemed to help as well. Early
morning love making and a leisurely breakfast with the woman you love also can
do wonders for a man. I felt invigorated
and like I could and would take on the world and be triumphant in doing so. After
we got dressed we set about tackling the job that lay in front of us. With a little luck we hoped to get the
majority of it if not all of it done today so we could have the holiday Monday
to ourselves to do anything we choose to. I set about assembling the furniture
that needed to be put together again, and she began unpacking boxes and filling
book shelves and the like with her things.
We worked steadily for the most part, but would take a moment here and
there to check on each other and see how things were progressing and if either
of us needed a hand with anything.
The transformation that was unfolding
before our eyes was pretty amazing. The
house was taking on a definite balance of both male and female energies, and I
loved the yin and the yang of it all, as it just felt so right to me, like it
had always been meant to be this way. When we took a break at lunch time I
insisted on making lunch and she laughed when I brought out a tray that
contained peanut butter and jam sandwiches along with tall glasses of
milk. We took them outside and had a
picnic with our gourmet cuisine. Now I’d
always made a great p.b. and j but with her homemade jam in them they were over
the top in the taste department. We made
such a great team and quite literally went together as well as peanut butter
and jam did.
Lorelei
thanked me for my delicious lunch and I believe I got tipped a heck of a lot
better than the delivery guy had last night.
Her kisses and hugs were the best thing in the world to me, and you
couldn’t put a price on them. We got back to work, knowing that the sooner we
finished the sooner we could just relax together. By late afternoon things were pretty much
picture perfect in our home, and we viewed the surroundings with a sense of
deep satisfaction at a job well done as we broke down the last of the cardboard
boxes to put out in the recycling bins. Books
and C.D.’s were a dominant presence in the living room, and accented with
framed pictures, candles and various little knick knacks. One of my favourites that she’d artfully
displayed on a bookshelf was this rather funky vase that was filled with various
coloured sea shells. She’d told me when
I’d first seen them at her apartment that each one had a special meaning to her
as she’d collected them on various trips she’d taken over the years, or had
found them on what she had considered special outings to the beach and had kept
as a memento of the occasion.
There was a beautiful little pink and
white scalloped one that she’d found on our first official date, along with a
small heart shaped stone that she’d found that night in the vase as well. She’d told me about it long after the fact
how she’d discovered them while we talking on the beach and had unceremoniously
tucked them into her purse to mark what she had felt in her heart was going to
be a life altering event for the two of us. She’d been almost reluctant to tell
me about the collection when I’d inquired about it initially, perhaps fearing I
might find her silly and overly sentimental, but in reality it was just one
more thing that I found charming about her and endeared her to me.We had even
managed to hang her art work without any little spats which I knew that a great
many people would have found a miracle.
Everything we added seemed like it just naturally belonged there.
“Happy darling?” she asked me softly as
she wrapped her arms around my waist.
“Yes totally and completely happy.” I said as I leaned down and kissed
her softly. I was truly happy and only one thing was going to make me happier
and that would be the day she became my wife.I knew that now the move was
complete, that fact would be in the forefront of my mind pretty much
constantly. I didn’t want to take forever to propose to her but I also wanted
to put some thought into and make it something she would remember for all time.
I believe she would have proposed to me in a heartbeat and I would have
accepted but there was also a part of me that was very old school and I wanted
to be the one that did the asking. It was an unspoken thing between the two of
us that we would be traditional about the proposal in that sense anyways.
The visit to her
parents had actually enlightened me in some ways, especially after hearing
about what some of her dream weddings had entailed growing up. Her mother might be horrified to discover one
day that she’s actually planted the seeds of the ultimate proposal plan in my
head. I could imagine her mother rolling
her eyes when Lorelei related the details of the event to her, and it made me
grin hugely at the thought.“What’s that sly grin of yours all about?” she asked
me. “That princess is for me to know and
you to find out.” I told her as I kissed the tip of her nose. She pouted in protest at this news but it was
only temporary. “Okay, I’ll trust you to keep your own council on this for the
time being.” She studied my face
carefully and I believe she had, had an inkling inside as to what my thoughts
had been about. Graciously she dropped
the subject and didn’t pursue it any further for the time being.
We decided to make some
dinner together and Barclay true to form was on hand for the event, and to
ensure he got his meal as well. I
dazzled her in the kitchen with my cooking prowess proving that I did in fact
know my way around the kitchen and I was capable of much more than making just
an awesome sandwich.Laughing and chattering as we worked side by side, brushing
against her would bring me a small thrill each and every time it happened. A favourite song would come on and she’d
start with her toes tapping in time to the music and before I knew it she’d
have me dancing around the kitchen with her.
It was so easy and natural being with her, like it had always been this
way.Life as I now knew it was good and it was getting better all the time.
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