Part 15
Sleep had somehow managed to claim the two of us
after we had spent ourselves making love to one another for the first
time. Gently I eased my own eyes open to
the early morning light that was streaming through the bedroom window and was
ecstatic to find those inviting blue eyes of hers shining up at me, and a
positively seraphic smile on her lips. I
was beyond happy and pulled her just a little closer to me and used my hand to
softly caress the arm she had wrapped around my upper body. Her fingers were playing with a wisp of my unruly
chest hair and those lips of hers were just so perfect and ripe for kissing
that I just couldn’t help myself I had to taste them. The kiss that followed was perfect and
everything a kiss could ever hope to be.
My mind was working over time trying to deal with my emotions, thoughts
of our future together and my immediate desire to make love to her again even
now only moments into waking. The latter
issue both because of the sensual woman that she is and that affliction of early
morning arousal that the typical red blooded male tend to experience upon first
waking.
God how I loved her and even spending every minute
of every waking hour with her I would never tire of having her by my side. I knew I couldn’t exactly propose to her here
and now but I knew it wasn’t going to be one of these long drawn out courtships
either, nor did I plan on it being a long engagement period either, but I was
confident that we would have a wonderful loving marriage and happy life
together, on that score I had no doubts or misgivings whatsoever. The last issue was being taken care of it
would seem as she had decided to take matters into her own capable hands. She
was a woman, who had a definite mind of her own, and what a mind it was. That soft little hand of hers hand had worked its
way down my torso and over my thighs and had come to rest upon the rigid limb
of mine. I bit my bottom lip and let out a low moan of delight at this early
morning attention I was receiving from this magnificent woman. Her eyes were
lit up with desire for me and she had a cat that was just about to swallow the
canary look about her. How I loved her
playful sexuality and the fact she was so open about her desires for me. I felt
myself growing and swelling as she glided her hand up and down my shaft. My hips were straining as they would rise to
meet her strokes. I wanted to do
something to please her as well but clearly she wanted this to be all about me
and my needs. She was definitely not a
selfish lover in bed and it made me love her just a little more as I knew how
much I meant to her even on a sexual level.
She nudged me and I rolled over on to my back, she
straddled me in a swift seamless transition of her body. She reminded me of the Celtic goddess
Rhiannon about to mount her mighty steed.
Her hair was mused and wild from the previous night of love making and I
couldn’t imagine her looking any more beautiful than she did now. My eyes drank her in instilling pictures of her in
me that would stay with me for life. She
was such a seductress hovering just above my throbbing member that was pointing
directly at the heavenly body floating just tantalizingly out of its
reach. Lorelei seemed to instinctively
know how to arouse and stimulate me without even having to speak a single word. I reached out to grasp her hips and help guide her
on to my missile which was clearly ready for lift off. She resisted me slightly and would only
permit me to feel the petals of her flower brushing against my sensitive
head. I could feel she was aroused even
without having had the benefit of any of my expert foreplay. Her sweet juices glistening on me, driving me
mad with desire. Finally as though she
had all the time in the world she began to allow me to penetrate her. Surely this was what heaven would be like
warm, inviting and oh so comforting. She took her precious time and I marvelled
at the restraint she was using in not fully impaling herself upon me and
sinking to the greatest depths she could on me.
Slow lazy strokes, a rhythmic rocking motion that
was hypnotic to watch. Her eyes would
sometimes close and this dreamy look would cross over her face and her hands
strayed to her breasts and she cupped them as though offering me a gift. How could I refuse and my hands reached up to
caress them and tenderly tease her nipples. This only proved to spur her on and her rocking
became more fast and furious and I found myself bucking my hips beneath her
trying to meet her thrust for frenzied thrust. My hands ran down her body and firmly
grasped her waist helping to steady her as she rode me like a warrior
princesses pounding along at break neck speeds on her mount. The cauldrons in my loins were beginning to bubble
and boil and I knew if we kept this up for much longer I was going to be
filling her with my own cocktail of love juices. I was rearing up and thrusting into her for
all I was worth. I could sense her own climax building as she threw her head
back and moaned loudly. I held her
firmly and with a final deep thrust I exploded inside of her.
I could feel the rush of fluids through my
shaft and the way she coaxed every precious drop from me with the way she was
flexing her tunnel of love around my steely sword. She fell towards me still moaning and
convulsing with tremulous little aftershocks. I caught her in my embrace and
drew her to me, holding her close, kissing her hair and stroking her back. Still inside of her I slowly rotated my hips
ever so slightly to allow her to enjoy those last small jolts that were running
through her. She signalled her
gratification my scattering soft breathless little kisses over my chest neck
and shoulder as she lay on top of me panting and trying to regain her composure
once more. “Good morning” she
finally managed to gasp at me. “Top of the
morning to you as well my lady.” And I knew I was grinning like some sort of
possessed madman but it didn’t matter a whit to me. I was the happiest, luckiest man in the world
and all because she was mine. How could
I have been such a fool to have thought there was ever anyone else?
I cuddled her to me and
added “Madame you definitely know how to wake a man up in the morning.” I
smiled at her. “Well I do aim to please.” She said giving me one of those
dazzling smiles of her own, followed by a kiss that just served to stoke the
fires of the warm fuzzy feel good feelings she always gave me. We snuggled for a while
and she finally broke the silence. “I
suppose your starving? Shall I make us
something for breakfast?” she inquired.
“I’m” I began and we both finished off with “always hungry.” Then we
chuckled heartily at our own little joke, sometimes being predictable isn’t
always such a bad thing after all. “You relax for a bit
and I’ll whip something up for the two of us and feed Barclay as well.” I gave
her a quick buss on the cheek before she slipped out of bed. I moved to my side and propped my head up on
my arm enjoying the view I was privy to.
She walked over to the dresser gave me a cheeky look over her shoulder
and opened one of my dresser drawers and pulled out one of my t shirts and
slipped it over her head. Then spun around to face me and model it for me.
It was far too large on
her and hung nearly to her knees, and it didn’t show off her curves to any
great advantage but somehow I loved seeing her in it. It made me feel like a high school kid when
your girl wanted to wear your team jersey. It was still a great feeling to
have, even at my age. “It’s all the rage in
Paris and Milan this season.” She quipped in a really hokey accent while she
strutted along mimicking a model on the cat walk. “Oh and by the way darling
last one out of bed makes it.” I laughed and tossed a pillow at her but she
artfully dodged it and gave me a little finger way and darted out of the door
and off to the kitchen, giggling as she went.
A small price to pay I thought for such a fantastic start to the day and
a homemade breakfast. I really was
starving after we’d missed dinner the night before. I made a quick pit stop
in the bathroom then straightened up the bedroom and as I did I heard music
playing, “You’re Love Keeps Lifting Me Higher and Higher.” I could imagine her
dancing around barefoot as she got breakfast together and it warmed my heart
knowing that she was as happy as I was. I followed my nose to
the kitchen after I’d finished in the bedroom, and the scents coming from there
were causing my mouth to water in anticipation.
I
grinned as I heard Liam enter the kitchen.
“Perfect timing lover, I’m just about to plate breakfast have a seat and
I’ll be with you in a jiff.” Before I knew it she was whisking steaming plates
of food to the table. A perfectly cooked
and rolled omelette which I discovered was filled with chunks of tomatoes,
peppers, onions, ham and cheese and fresh herbs. There was also some sliced fruits and a
basket of steaming blueberry muffins, along with the fragrant cups of coffee
and glasses of juice. It
was gratifying to me that Liam seemed to enjoy my cooking so much, despite his
protests that he’d be gaining a ton of weight if I kept cooking him such great
meals. I was still nibbling on my first
muffin and he was well into his third one just peeling the paper liner off of
it. Well we did both have quite the
nocturnal and early morning workouts, so having a hearty breakfast didn’t seem
to put us in any immediate danger of packing on the pounds.
I
was sipping my coffee and he was eyeing the empty basket of muffins. “There’s more over on the counter cooling, if
you’re really still that hungry or I can make you something else.” I teased
him. “It’s just that they are warm and
filled with all those plump juicy blueberries and I never make muffins for
myself.” He defended himself. ”Go ahead,
but I’ll just have to give you another good work out like last night and this
morning if you do.” I warned him, grinning at him over the edge of my coffee
cup. “In that case” he hopped up trotted
over to the muffins on the counter grabbed one, ripped a piece of and popped it
in his mouth and chewed happily. “Okay
so now what’s on the agenda?” he inquired as he rubbed his hands together as I
was beginning to clear off the kitchen table.
“What time to we have to be at your folks place?” I asked before I could
formulate my answer. “Sometime around
half one or so, we usually end up having a dip in the pool, just generally hang
out, and visit then have a bbq for dinner.
Nothing too over the top very casual and relaxed.” he said. He must have noticed the shadow of doubt that
clouded over my face about it being relaxed and he wrapped his arms around me,
gave me a comforting hug. “It’s going to
be fine, trust me they’ll adore you.” He kissed me on the top of my head and
just simply held me.
I
blew out a little sigh “Okay I’ll trust you.
Now let’s sort out what needs to be finished from last night and what
needs to be done for today.’ We put our
heads together and divided up the tasks once more. I’d clean up and make some things for us to
contribute tonight’s dinner, and he’d take over finishing the laundry and
marking the last few papers he had to do.
Then we’d shower, get dressed and head out. Liam
and I exchanged a few sweet, lingering kisses and hugs before we got on with
things. I could hear him bolting down
the steps do the basement to take care of the next loads of laundry and I was
busily filling the dishwasher, and wiping off the table and counters. Soon I heard his tread on the steps and from
the sounds of it he was taking them two at time. I
was reaching into a cupboard at the time he arrived in the kitchen and felt his
arms encircle my waist. “I just needed a
little fix before I get back to work.” He said as he gave me a quick hug and
leaned down and kissed my cheek, a gentle caress down my torso and over my
bottom and he was gone, whistling as he went. I
had to smile or more accurately grin from ear to ear as I bustled about with my
preparations. Before I knew it I had
rows of cookies lined up on the counter, a tray of brownies cooling, the icing
made and in the fridge and a batch of baked donuts coated in cinnamon
sugar. I tidied up the kitchen and
decided I’d curl up in the living room and at least start reading Liam’s
journal. I figured that the less
distraction he had the sooner he’d be done with his grading and we could get
back to us.
My
feet were tucked up under me as I curled up a corner of the sofa and Barclay
who had been keeping an eye on me in the kitchen was now stretched out on the
back of the sofa lounging in the morning sunshine. Opening
the journal I started to read. Knowing
that I was the subject overwhelmed me and flooded me with emotion as I
continued to read the words he had written. How he had longed to have the
courage to even say hello to me, how even the first time he had laid eyes on me
he had thought me to be beautiful and someone that he wanted the chance to get
to know. The way he had placated himself
with stolen glances in my direction in the hopes of a smile, some small bit even
momentary bit of eye contact that might give him the resolve to approach me and
say hello. The endless nights he had
laid alone in his bed thinking of me, wondering where I was what I was doing
and if he dared to wonder could I possibly ever be thinking of him?
Dreams of soft kisses and gentle caresses,
moonlight walks and late night heart to heart talks spilled out from the pages
of his journal. His secret desires to be
able to one day know that I loved him and the sweet surrender of consummating
that love for one another. I
was so entranced by his words and the way he was able to express himself and I
felt the tears beginning to prick at my eyes and flow down my cheeks. I was humbled and awed that this man had a
love so deep and endless, and that it was all mine. Unbeknown
to me Liam had entered the living room, he’d been standing watching as I read
page after page of his musings, completely immersed in them. He silently crossed the room with his long
easy gait, and knelt before me. He gently laid his hand on mine and removed the
book and put it aside.
I looked into her eyes
and it was as though she were exposing the deepest and most vulnerable parts of
her soul to me. I could read her very
thoughts the connection between us was that intense, and she in turn could read
mine as we were the most kindred of spirits. She uncoiled her legs
and began to stand as I rose from my knees to my full height. Our arms wrapped around one other and we
embraced one another holding on as if your very lives depended up it. Her face
rose to greet me, her eyes still dewy with tears and her cheeks stained by
those same tears of her happiness. My own eyes had misted over as well but my
vision was clear and I only had eyes for her.
The kiss that followed was tender, filled with warmth and promise.
“My darling had I only
known” she began but I hushed her softly.
“It doesn’t matter, none of it matters how long it took us to reach this
point all that matters is that we are here now.
We’ll only look ahead my love, not spend our precious time together
fretting over the time we spent apart.”
I held her close to me so in love with her. We somehow managed to
settle ourselves onto the sofa, clinging to one another our lips finding each
other once more. The kisses we shared
were always of a superior calibre and whenever I thought that it would never get
better than this it always managed to elevate to an even higher level between
us. Being with her was the ultimate high
for me.
The phone began to
ring, and it was shrill to my ears an annoying intrusion on what was an opulent
moment of my life. I could have cheerfully
flung it across the room to silence it.
She gave me one of those smiles “You might as well answer it. I’m
willing to bet it’s your Mum making sure I haven’t backed out of today and
you’ll get no peace unless you answer it or she’ll just keep ringing you back.” “Hello Mum” I said as I
picked it up off the end table and put it to my ear. “Now how on earth did you
know it was me dear boy?” she laughed at him.
“A little bird told me” he responded, grinning at me. Lorelei began to rise to leave and give me
some privacy but I clasped her hand in my silently imploring her to stay, she
nestled into me and I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and gave her a
squeeze. “Well dear I just
wanted to make sure that you and your friend are still going to be able to make
it this afternoon was all.” His mother said. “I assure you we’ll both be there,
in fact she’s already here and sitting beside me this very minute.” I informed
her. “She wanted to make some things to bring with us, when we came.” Liam
added as if trying to cut off any inquires she might have as to why I was here
so early in the day. “Isn’t that sweet
of her? It’ll be a new departure for you
to be bringing something along homemade.” She teased her oldest son. “Yes, I
know Mum” and I rolled my eyes. Lorelei
gave me a little poke in the ribs with her elbow and whispered a quiet “Behave”
in my direction.
“So what time will the
two of you be arriving?” she inquired.
“We were planning on being there about half one. Spend some time relaxing, have a swim, have a
good visit with you and Dad and the rest of the clan. Mum, this is really important to me. I want you to get to know her, and I want her
to get to know all of you. She’s in my
life to stay, I’m certain of that.” I
added in a calm level voice. The colour began to
rise in Lorelei’s cheeks as I delivered that bit of my news, but she was also
beaming at me, and there was a soft warm glow in her eyes. “Mum, are you still
there?” I asked after the prolonged silence on the other end of the phone. “Well saints be
praised!! I’d never thought I’d live to see the day you were going to think of
taking a bride. You’d best not be taking
the mick out of me. You’re not so grown that
I won’t box your ears good and proper.”
Good old Mum I thought. Lorelei
obviously had an image of my Mum boxing my ears and she was trying to control
her mirth over it and not laugh outright.
She’d seen pictures of my family around the house and knew my Mum was a
diminutive woman even lesser in stature than she was. My Mum definitely had that Irish spirit
deeply ingrained in her though and was fearless. “I’m dead serious, and
if you want us there on time I have to get going and get on with things. I love you Mum, bye for now.” I intoned
firmly. “Good. We’ll see you a bit later then.” And she
disconnected.
Liam put the phone down
and sighed. I
snuggled into him deeply. “I understand” I added soothingly. “If I told my mother I the same thing you
just told yours she’d be on the phone reserving the church and picking out floral
arrangements the moment she hung up.” Liam
snorted “And mine will be on the phone with Father McManus and lining up altar
boys for the occasion.” We both burst
into laughter at the absurdity of it all.
Neither of us were the type to want some formal ceremony with all that
pomp and formality. We both loved our
families fiercely in our own ways, but we’d stand our ground when the time did
come, and we’d do things our own way, of that I felt quite certain. Our
chuckles finally subsided and we were able to catch our breath and collect
ourselves once more. “Okay so what’s
next?” he asked his arm still wrapped around me. “Just finishing up the last
bit of laundry and a couple things in the kitchen, grab a shower get dressed
and off we go.” I said.
“We
could always be environmentally friendly you know.” He said flashing that
devilish smile of his while his eyes shined warmly at me. “Oh, really? Do tell kind sir. Enlighten me please.” I
inquired a saucy glint in my own eyes. “Well
we could always shower together. It would save both water and time.” He
delivered looking as though butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth. I
arched my eyebrows at him. “You really
think it would save time?” “Nope” he laughed “But it would be loads of fun.”
And he waggled his eyebrows at me and began to nuzzle the nape of my neck. I loved the way he could be so playful and
silly one minute and so sensual in the next heartbeat. When he began to nuzzle on my neck that was
it for me it was game over and I knew I’d be putty in his hands and agree to
anything. Not that it was going to be a
hardship by any means sharing a shower and lathering up with Liam. “You win, I’ll be your shower buddy.” I
purred at him. His hand had slipped up
to my breast and he cupped it and squeezed gently making me moan softly. “You’re so bad.” I murmured at him. “Quite the contrary, I’m extremely good at
it. Correction we are extremely good at
it.” He whispered in my ear the heat of his breathe sending shivers up and down
my spine. I knew we were going to be
good little environmentalists together today.
We
somehow managed to eventually untangle ourselves and get the tasks we still
needed to do taken care of. I’d just
finished up in the kitchen when Liam joined me after putting away the last bit
of clean laundry. It never ceased to thrill me when I’d feel him brush against
me, and I doubted that that thrill would ever fade. The elation I felt just having him near made
life vibrant for me. He
drew my still dishevelled hair aside and kissed my cheek. His eyes warm and inviting looked into mine.
“So about that earlier proposition of mine, yeah or nay to it my dear.” I could
already feel the electricity between us flowing throughout my body. “I wouldn’t
have it any other way.” I said softly in response. Slipping
his arm around my waist we navigated our way to the bedroom and through to the en
suite. Liam turned on the shower and
slid the shower shut. He looked at me
his eyes smouldering with his desire for me.
Moving towards me, he pulled me to him and embraced me giving me one of
those toe curling kisses that made me swoon.
He pulled away but only long enough to grasp the t shirt of his that I
was wearing and slide it up my torso. My arms rose to ease the process and soon
I was naked once more as he slipped it easily off of me and tossed it
aside. With one hand he stroked my
tousled hair and with the other he ran it over the contours of my body. “You are so beautiful to me.” He said quite
simply but at the same time it spoke volumes to me. He leaned down to kiss me as he continued to
caress me.
My
own hands found the elastic waist of the shorts he had on and soon was tugging
them over his hips and they slipped to the floor. He stepped out of them and kicked them aside
with his foot, never once breaking the contact he had with my body. Soon my hands joined in as they began to roam
freely palms flat against his chest fingers creeping upwards to his shoulders,
feeling the expanse of his broad chest and the definition of his muscular
shoulders. His body was perfect in my
eyes, if he had any imperfections, I couldn’t see them, and if he did they
simply didn’t matter to me, I loved this man and he was and always would be
handsome and my ideal man. Liam
was clearly feeling quite frisky the way he was caressing my body and those
kisses of his, there was nothing in the world like his kisses. It was also evident from the way his manhood
was pressed against me firm and prodding against my flesh, as though it were
seeking a safe haven in which to bury itself.
It was gratifying to me to be able to find the one person in the world
that I could be with so intimately and feel no guilt or shame. Being with him was the most natural and
lovingly perfect thing in the world.
We
gently danced our way to the shower and Liam slid the door open and we slipped
inside together. The warm water rained
down upon us like an impromptu summer shower that was warm and welcoming. We kissed with unrestrained passion and
desire our hands and fingers freely exploring each other. His
index finger teased the lid of my womanly treasure box. Sliding back and forth along its opening
indentation but never delving further in an effort to gently pry it open and
continue his treasure hunt. He was an
expert at teasing and pleasing me and it made me feel special as well as loved
that he was always so attentive to my needs.
I buried my head against his chest covering it in dewy kisses. Finally
he relented and his finger slipped into the wetness between my thighs and began
to seek his lustrous pearl. I through my
head back throat upstretched, my eyes closed as the warm water washed over me, Moans
of pleasure escaping my lips, a throaty purr that grew to the sultry growl of a
tigress whom had every intention of merging in a sexual union with her mate.
Even
in the throw of my own passion and pleasure I reached out for Liam determined
to make him as feral and in need of coupling with me as I was with him. My hand wrapped around his steely sword of
flesh and began to squeeze and stroke him.
Soon his own low rumbles of pleasure were emanating from deep within him
and growing in their volume. He grasped
me as a dancer would his partner and lifted me easily lifted me and I
instinctively wrapped around his waist and he backed me against the wall of the
shower for support. He
slid into me and began to slowly slide in and out. Our ravenous mouths found one another and the
kisses were passionate demanding to sate our hunger for one another. Tongues danced and dueled as our dance below
our hips mimicked our kisses.
Her arms wrapped
tightly around my neck as I plunged into her again and again. It felt amazing to be inside of her to be
able to feel her climax building with in her.
I wanted to send her completely over the edge. With each thrust she would somehow manage to
greet my hips as they advanced, ensuring I filled as completely as possible. Our hips and sensual
assets were uniting and sharing their own special version of the same kisses
our lips and tongues were engaging in.
Unbridled sensual delights were being savoured and enjoyed by all parts
of our being. I could feel my own climax
building, my muscles tensing like an animal about to pounce and finally claim
its trophy. I held her firmly against the wall for support and with one final
thrust I felt myself begin to empty every ounce of the life source I had within
me. She cried out as I did and I felt
the flow of her own river of fluids washing over me, just as the water from the
shower was.
We clung to each other
riding the ebb and flow of our climaxes as we did, the sweet waves of the
aftermath washing over the two of us.
Her legs unfurled from around my waist and dropped to the surface of the
shower. She was as weak kneed as a new born fawn, and I can’t say I was much
more stable myself. I pinned her against
the wall of the shower with the weight of my body in an effort to keep us
upright and keep us from collapsing. I
stroked her hair and smothered her face and lips with kisses and she responded
in kind. Finally when we were
able to calm our racing hearts and regain some form of composure, we began to
silently and lovingly bathe one another.
Gentle caresses and soft touches were exchanged as we lathered and rinsed
one another. The acts as themselves on a
level of intimacy all of their own and we took our time savouring every moment
of it.
Eventually Liam turned
off the shower and we stepped out. We took turns toweling one another off and
drying each other’s hair. The
performance of these personal acts just drew us closer together, and added yet
another dimension to our relationship. A
final soulful kiss and it was time to dress and leave on the adventure of meeting with his family.
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