Part 14

   

     I easily scooped her up in my arms, cradling her to me. Her arms laced themselves around my neck and her face raised itself towards mine.  There was no need for further conversation, for our hearts, minds and souls were wordlessly communicating all that we needed.  The deep connection we already shared was going to be further strengthened and bond us together forever more. I kissed her warm inviting lips as tenderly as I could, given the way my own heart was thundering in my chest, now that this very special occasion had arrived and so unexpectedly.  I’d pictured this moment in my minds’ eye so many times but it had never begun like this. It had always been in perfect settings, with flickering candle light, rose petal trails, shared flutes of champagne.  There would be music of course the perfect song, the one that would become “our” song and forever after each time we heard it, it would bring a soft smile of recognition and it would always be a reminder of that magic moment in our life journey together that transformed us to the couple we had always been destined to be.

    Despite what my thoughts had been on what would make this the epitome of romantic settings, she’d been right all along.  When the time arrived it was perfect. The love we shared so freely between us was magically transforming even our surroundings into a realm that was in keeping with the spellbinding mysteries that were about to be revealed to us. The room was enchanting lit by only the glow of one small lamp on my desk, and the moonbeams which streamed through the window and illuminated the bed where I would soon rest the form of the goddess I carried so reverently in my arms. With great care I lay her upon our communion altar. Her head resting on the pillows, her hair fanned out like a halo around her giving her and even more ethereal look, if that were in fact possible.

     I joined her positioning myself so that I could see the fine features of her lovely face and drink in her beauty.  Reaching up to tentatively stroke her face with my fingertips, so overwhelmed and frightened that this were only another of my most fanciful dreams. My longed for dreams were about to become my reality, and it awed me. I treasured this fact and wanted to make it last forever and I knew it would. My eyes delved into hers, as I drew ever nearer to those perfect sensuous lips of hers.  The kiss sent electric impulses throughout me stirring me and making me come fully alive. I was experiencing a heightened sense of awareness and it thrilled from my head to the tips of my toes. Acting of their own accord my fingertips slowly traveled down her cheek, along the sleek line of her throat and danced lightly across her shoulders. The continued their downwards journey until they reached the bottom of the tank top that she wore.

    Slowly they slipped underneath and disappeared beneath the cotton garment which covered the gift that I was going to savour the experience of unwrapping. My hand found the silken mounds of her breasts which were still encased by her bra. Despite the size of my hands they were more than amply rewarded.  A soft staccato like breath escaped between her lips as I made the connection.  Apparently her senses were heightened as much as my own were and I revelled in that fact, for her pleasure meant more to me than even my own did. The kiss we shared deepened as I continued to gently cup and squeeze her breasts but remained unhurried in its nature. Her own hands had sunk beneath the opening of my bathrobe, and caressed my chest.  I could feel her fingertips exploring her newly found territory, her palms flattening and pressing against me, feeling the expanse of my own chest. Her fingers instinctively were mirroring my own as she grasped my nipple between her thumb and forefinger and gently began to roll it between them.  Teasing me in an erotic little game as she applied just enough pressure to cause an increased rise in the heat and desire I was already clearly feeling.

     I pushed myself up on my elbows and rose to a sitting position on the edge of the bed.  I clasped her hands and pulled her up to a sitting position as well. I carefully caught the underside of her top under my thumbs and began to slowly peel it up her torso and over those tanned shoulders and over her head.  I unceremoniously tossed the garment aside.  Her full plump breasts framed by the cups of her bra made a most enticing tableau to be sure.  I lowered my face and ran light kisses over the exposed flesh. Her hands ran themselves through my hair as I did so, and her cleavage rose and fell with the deep breaths she was taking, it had a most mesmerizing effect on me to say the least. 

    My fingers found the clasp at the front of her brassiere and to my surprise and great relief deftly were able to unhook it.  I had secretly harboured the fear when this moment did arise, I would be clumsy and awkward and my large hands would make me appear clumsy and oafish to her. Being a strapless number it fell into my hands and it too became a thing of past as it was flung aside. My hands cupped each precious mound, marvelling at the perfection of them, capped by delicate buds which were obviously very aroused. I lowered my face once more, spilling soft butterfly kisses over them and gently taking those buds between my lips, my tongue flicking across them in turn, doubling my efforts as I heard her soft cries of delight and felt her fingernails trailing up and down my spine through the covering of my robe. I was in heaven or at least well on my way there.

    I lowered my hands and brought them to the front of Liam’s robe, and caught the point where he had belted it around the trunk of his body. My hands quickly undid the knot and I ran my hands up along his already exposed chest admiring its masculine girth as I did so. My hands caught the lapels of his robe and I eased them slowly over his shoulders and it fell still covering his manhood in a pool of forest green cloth. He stood and the remainder of his robe fell from view onto the floor and at long last he unveiled himself to me.  Undeniably he was even more stunning then the images I had conjured up in my countless fantasies of him.  My eyes drank him in from head to toe and I smiled appreciatively up at him from my vantage point on the bed. He climbed back on to the bed to join me and with his eyes locked on mine he found the button on my jeans and slipped it open.  The silence in the room was broken only by the soft noise of the zipper as he pulled it down.  

     His fingers hooked in my belt loops.  I lay back on the nest of pillows he had provided for me, and raised my hips, and thus in my own way signaled for him to continue.  Never once did his gaze waver from me as he took his own sweet time in sliding them down my legs and pulling them off of me.  Now they were nothing more than a crumpled ball of denim at the foot of our bed.     Only a thin gossamer layer of cloth now stood between us, which at one point in my life would have made me acutely self conscious and would have greatly embarrassed me.  Yet with Liam there was no guilt or shame, as this was a natural extension of our beings.  He teased me by running his index finger over my mound of Venus at the crux of my thighs.  His tender stroking was having its desired effect on me and my body was indeed responded to his exquisite touch.  My heightened senses were alive and on high alert.  My nostrils picking up the unmistakable scent of both of our arousals, and they combined to make a musky scent that was intoxicating. I could hear wild beating of our hearts, pounding behind the chests which had previously been our shields and guarded us from romantic entanglements in our pasts.  The touch of his skin against mine, caressing, the warmth of his breath on my flesh causing sweet shivers of anticipation down my spine.

     I could feel the moistness of her arousal on my fingertips as I gently caressed the filmy fabric that housed her treasure.  The only thing that now separated us and the time had come to eradicate this last barrier between us.  I hooked my thumbs on the waist band of her panties and began the slow leisurely reveal of this natural wonder I would soon be privy to viewing.  She willingly raised her hips facilitating this for me.  My hands trailed over her shapely legs as I slid the panties down and freed her from them.  She lay before me like a blank canvas on which I was about to unleash my creative talents and desires upon. I could not contain myself any longer I needed the creative process to begin and to lovingly etch my work into the recesses of my mind.

     I knelt by her feet and leaned forward, gently stroking and caressing those smooth tanned legs of hers. As I slowly worked my way up them, often taking the time to brush my lips against the warmth of her nakedness as well. Her legs opened slowly oh so slowly before me like the petals of a flower being captured by time lapse photography unfurling their beauty. I stroked the soft folds of her mound her with loving fingers, finally running my finger along the dewy cleft between, which were puffed and swollen with her desire.  Her heady scent only served to arouse me further.  Her soft mewls told me I was on the right path with my loving administrations.  With her own natural lubrication my finger slipped easily between those folds, and I instinctively zeroed in on little pearl of hers nestled within her exterior shell of Venus. 

   Looking up at her face it was radiant as she was bathed in that glow of growing ecstasy.  How I loved knowing that I was giving her such pleasure and joy. She truly was the centre of my universe.  I continued to tease that precious jewel of hers being sure to vary the temp or my explorations. It was driving me over the edge myself and I could feel my own arousal growing and beginning to strain with its own need to be sated. I lowered myself my mouth hovering over her, and she gasped when she felt the warmth of my breath upon that tender nest of hers.  My fingers parted the petals of her delicate flower and my tongue though ravenous for a taste of her, began long languid strokes, exploring her inner most sanctuary of hers.  Her hands slid over my shoulders and up to my head where she began to run her fingers through my hair.

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        I could see the rise and fall of her chest as her breathing became more rapid and i could feel the heat that was radiating from every inch of her flesh. Coupled with her soft moans of rapture that was sweet music to my ears and I was in my own euphoric state. She arched her back and her hips slowly rose and became my altar where she offered me the privilege to sip from her holy grail. My lips touched that beautiful chalice of the flesh and her sweet honeyed nectar filled her cup and it’s amazing essences and aroma was pure ambrosia. I experienced a connection so deep that this was more than just lovers entwined but a ceremony of communion with my goddess that changed my soul and would linger in my memory forever.



   My mind and senses were no longer my own as I floated a drift in a vast sea of rapture.  My body the vessel which glided across the waves was safe in the knowledge that Liam my captain would pilot this maiden voyage and would bring me back to the secure harbour of his arms at its conclusion.  My trust was fully his as he navigated me through this watery abyss. His tongue plucked at my pearl as though he were coaxing it to emerge from its hiding place.  My fingers curled around his dark locks tugging at them urging him to claim his gemstone.  I was on the brink of an explosion when his course changed and he tenderly allowed the petals of flesh to close and he grazed my womanly mound with a kiss so sweet so gentle that it made me swoon. Slowly seductively he began to work his way up the bronzed flesh of my stomach.  Alternating between teasing me by snaking his tongue along my nakedness and gently nibbling on sensitive flesh, it was a sweet blissful form of torture, as I yearned to have his lips on mine.

    His hands cupping my breasts, gently squeezing and kneading them, and I was aware of just how intensely my body was responding to him. His fingers strummed lightly across my nipples taunting them so that they strained even more to rise to meet his touch. His fingers danced with languid movements across my nipples causing them to stiffen and quiver.  The vibrations that were humming throughout my body intensified when he placed his mouth over one of my delicate throbbing nubs and he began to flick his tongue rapidly against it.  The other stiffened nubbin he had ensnared between his thumb and forefinger and was expertly toying with it.  Low moans of delight were now being emitted from between my lips, which only served to spur Liam on in his efforts to propel me to even greater heights of arousal.

        With a regretful final suckle of my granite pebble of flesh his kisses began to slide up over the swells of tanned orbs, up my collar bone to the slope of my shoulders and finally the long assent of my upstretched throat.   His journey only interrupted long enough to nibble delicately as though he were savouring a favourite delectable little morsel of delight.  Gentle kisses on my chin, cheeks, nose, eyelids and forehead were next before he looked deeply into my eyes, the invisible thread that bound us pulling tighter.  Now his lips were on mine.  His body pressed against mine. My hands took on a life of their own sliding over his naked form, feeling the contours of his toned body, the firm roundness of his perfect buttocks.  The contrast of the coarseness of the hair of his body hair against my own smooth legs and arms, appreciating those differences as our bodies seamlessly melded together.  Finger tips stroking his spine, feeling each and every vertebrae. Wanting him, needing him, and knowing that he was mine and always would be mine.

    There was a certain sense of urgency for me even as my hands roamed freely over Liam’s nakedness.  I wanted with all my heart, with every fibre of my being to gratify him, to show him that he was my ultimate priority and his joy and happiness were mine as well.  I could feel his increasing ardour as we lay tangled together, the firmness of his male appendage throbbing against my thigh as we remained tangled together, our hands and lips active participants each vying to please the other.   My hand began to descend until I made my way to that swollen staff of his.  My hand wrapped around its intended target and I began to gently stroke him as I began to explore the way to touch him and allow Liam to derive the ultimate pleasure from it.  His breathe hissed between his teeth as though he were trying desperately to contain himself, and prolong his enjoyment of my attentions.  His responses only served to fuel my own desires to drive him to even great heights of enjoyment.

    In the same instant that she wrapped her delicate hand around my appendage I felt her connect with my core energy and deeply rooted surges of electricity rushed through my veins.  The oak tree between my thighs rose to the heavens and how I longed, no needed to enter her with it.  I needed to consume her, to become one with her to have her become a part of me, a transubstantiation of our bodies and souls.  She on the other hand seemed to have other plans of her own and a need to pay homage to me before the final ultimate consummation of our love.  Her fingers fluttered over my exposed flesh and she rained sweet cleansing kisses over my face and shoulders, washing away any wrongs of my past and purifying me. As tense and ready as my body was I instinctively knew I would have to persevere and become as fluid as a willow, bending and yielding to her and her desires, yet it only aroused me further knowing how much my gratification meant to her.

       She worked her way down my chest, fingertips brushing against me sending shivers down my spine.  Kisses combined with playful little nips turning it all into some delightful little erotic game.  She was obviously was on a mission so I felt the least I could do was allow her to enjoy it. She reached her intended goal and grasped it firmly.  She looked up at me and made sure I held her gaze in mine as she ran the tip of her tongue oh so slowly over her upper lip, before her tongue emerged fully and began to tease my sensitive swollen tip.  She teased and probed with her tongue eagerly lapping up those first few dew like drops of my arousal.  She reminded me of a playful little kitten savouring a bowl of freshly poured cream.  Her lips then descended over the mushroom like cap of my penis, slowly twirling her tongue first one way and then the other around the underside of it. 

     My body stiffened and convulsed in little spasms of delight from her attentions.  I had to restrain myself from thrusting my hips up, my hands grasped at the duvet and I balled them into my heads holding on to the for dear life.  It was the sweetest torture of my life as she took my manhood and inched it further and further down her throat until her nose was buried, and I knew the scent of my arousal was filling her nostrils.   I needed to touch her to connect with her and I released my vice like grip on the duvet and my hands began to stroke and caress her now tousled mane of hair.  I couldn’t contain myself any longer and my hips rose in a natural unison with the movements of her mouth and we moved in harmony.   She magically was coaxing a throaty tune from me as I growled deep in my throat as though I were some feral jungle cat. I wanted to roar like the king of the cats and I could feel the boiling volcano in my loins that wanted to erupt. 

    She was reading the responses of my body and changed tactics allowing me to descend ever so slightly from this high I was experiencing.  She now rested her head on my thigh and the warmth and softness of her cheek against my thigh sending a new thrill through me as she stroked me, ever conscious of changing the firmness of her grip, which drove me insane, especially when her tongue would stretch out and tease the exposed head.  The other hand she was using to cup and gently squeeze and knead that other gentlemanly bit of my anatomy that I was certain were swollen by now to the size of baseballs.  I couldn’t take it any longer.  I managed to somehow in one fluid motion pull her up my body and have her facing me.  She had a fire in her eyes that matched my own. I pressed my lips against hers and our tongues began a rapid fire duel with one another my hands stroked her back and ran over the smooth firm globes of her buttocks and she ran her fingers through my hair and would sometimes tug at it.

     We rolled over until I was on top of her pressing against her unable to break our kiss.  I felt as though I would die if I did not release all this energy we were creating I needed to ground it or I would surely implode. I raised myself up and looked into her eyes her need and desire were as great as my own. Her legs parted allowing me access to her chalice of love.  I couldn’t resist a little final teasing of my own as I ran the tip of my mighty erection against the warm welcoming wetness of her moist womanhood.  Finally I began to part her lips as I slipped between them, then carefully oh so carefully I began to allow myself to slide into the depths of her warm pool of wetness.  I was afraid of hurting her or causing her discomfort she seemed so small and delicate with my body covering hers.  But she had no qualms whatsoever her legs rose and wrapped around my waist and she raised her hips as if urging me to hurry.  She was silently signalling her own desperate need that she had to have me inside of her to become one with me.  God how I loved her how I wanted her, how I needed her, I could feel the tear welling in my eyes I was so overwhelmed by my feelings for her.

    I fought them back as I wanted to see the look on her face to drink it in to savour it a memory I would always treasure.  At first it was slow even strokes and we fell into a gentle rhythm together.  Slow long deliberate strokes feeling her contract around me and hold me tightly inside her when I was buried to the hilt.  It was as though she could will her muscles there to massage me.Her hands were now running up and down my torso and back and the frenzied desire was building and needed to be sated.  I began to thrust harder and faster and she met me stroke for stroke.  My hand were now braced on the bed and she’d somehow managed to have her arms around me as well and she was clinging to me as if her very life depended upon not losing her hold on me.

   I knew she was on the brink of her climax and I knew I was close and I wanted us to explode in an earth shattering crescendo of our song.  I could feel the urge to empty myself and spill my seed deep inside her womb.  She was crying out in ecstasy and I let out my own mighty roar as our bodies were rocked with our thunderous climax.  I could feel her contracting around my shaft milking everything I had to offer her. I felt the sheen of sweat on my body and continued to rock gently back and forth inside of her as she rode the waves of her orgasm.  Finally in utter exhaustion I collapsed upon her crushing her body against mine.



    I had never experienced that intensity, and I had to wonder if my heart would stop entirely from the exertion of it all.  Somehow I found the strength to find her mouth and kiss her so sweetly. I rained soft kisses over her nose, eyelids, forehead, cheeks, chin and her lips once more.  I rested my head upon her chest which was still heaving and I could hear the pounding beat of her heart.  I lay there mesmerized by it as in time it slowed and her breathing returned to a more normal state.  I was going to slip out of her but she was having none of that.  She managed somehow to get me on my side so that we were facing one another lying side by side, still connected. Legs and arms were entwined.  Eyes locked on one another “I love you.” She purred softly at me and curled into me holding me tightly and “I you my love.” I crooned back at her stroking her hair and shoulders.  The moonlight danced over us as we lay together naked and coupled together, basking in the warm glow of our love.

part 13

    “Well dinner’s pretty much a write off with the exception of the salad and dessert.  So we’ll have to come up with a backup plan.  That’s if you happen to still be hungry.  I’m not after all that.” I scraped the charred remains of what were once a couple of perfectly grilled steaks, grilled zucchini slices, roasted red peppers and portabella mushrooms into the trash bin.  “Nope, not really, I’m more concerned about us and making sure we’re okay.  How about we pour a couple of glasses of wine and go sip them out on the back deck and just talk.  We can make something later if we get the munchies or order some take out.  How’s that sound to you?”  “That sounds good to me.  No more chores tonight, other than tossing in the last load of laundry I tossed in the washer into the drier.  It gets that funky odour to it if you don’t and you have to rewash it.  I go to that and meet you on the deck.  I padded off down to the basement to take care of the laundry.

   When I returned Liam was waiting for me on the deck in the backyard..  Two glasses of red wine rested on a small table between two chaise lounges. He turned from where he’d been standing, more than likely admiring the beautiful sunset that was brushing the sky with a dazzling array of colour. I noticed he had a black hard covered book in his one hand.as he approached me. “Are we going to build a bonfire and have a ritual sacrifice of your “little black book” as I believe you gentlemen refer to them? Making sure I don’t accidently find it one day and go ballistic because you’d never bothered to get rid of it? I smiled at him in an attempt to make light of our earlier misunderstanding over a similar little hard covered book. “No, it’s nothing like that, but I do want to share this with you.  You weren’t the only one keeping a journal about your feelings. I couldn’t bring myself to say hello to you or even ask you out for a simple cup of coffee so we could talk, so I did one of the things I do best, I wrote about it.” He hesitated a moment and took a deep breath before he continued.   “After what happened earlier I just felt I should share this with you.  Correction I want to share it with you. I know you’ll understand the intensity of what went into the writing of it and the deeply felt emotions that I try to express.  So I’d very much like you to read it, and hopefully you’ll understand me just that much more when you finish reading it.”  “I will, just as I want you to read my inner most thoughts and struggles with my own insecurities, but not tonight.  It’ll be better if we wait until we’re both more grounded after tonight’s upheaval of emotions.”

    “I concur whole heartedly with that.  You’re a pretty smart cookie Lorelei.” And I felt as if my heart would burst with love for her in that moment.  She’d come into my life when I had least expected it, and had managed to capture my heart without having ever said a single word to me.  There was something about her aura that had drawn me to her and now bound me to her.  I set the book down on the table next to the glasses of wine and held my arms out to her.  She came to me with no hesitation and my arms encircled her waist and drew her near to me.  Her head resting against my chest, I just wanted to hold her forever.  I was still struggling with the fact that I had allowed my own insecurities to allow me to doubt her. She deserved far better than that from me and I was going to do my best to ensure that it never happened again. I kissed the top of her head gently.

   Her hands began to caress the small of my back, gently reassuringly, as if signalling to me in her own wordless way that this too would pass and we’d be better, stronger and even closer after what had happened. We stood there for ages just holding one another.  The sun had set now and the stars were starting dimple the sky like twinkling fairy lights on a Christmas tree.  The chirping of crickets and the soft twitter of birds provided an enchanting little symphony to further set the peaceful scenario. A tight squeeze and I finally broke the silence as I peered down into her upturned face and held her eyes in my steady gaze. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me Lorelei.” And I leaned down and kissed her with a gentle tenderness that overwhelmed me.  She was able to evoke emotions in me I’d never experienced to these depths before, it as though she had bewitched me and I was under her spell.

   “Very nice” she murmured at me “Very nice indeed” and she stretched up on her toes and reciprocated with a kiss that left me with the knowledge that her love and devotion to me were going to be constants in my life.  “Let’s grab our wine and make ourselves more comfortable over there on the love seat.  We can watch the stars together and talk some more I suggested to her.  I picked up the glasses and moved over and sat down. She immediately curled up beside me her feet tucked up under her and accepted the glass of wine proffered to her. She cuddled into me resting her head on my shoulder.  I transferred my glass to my other hand and wrapped my arm around her pulling her closer.  “Talk that’s all?” she inquired coyly and batted those big beautiful blue eyes of hers at me, as she stretched up ever so slightly and nuzzled my neck playfully.  I loved the way she could appear to be both so innocent and such a seductress all in the same instant.

   “Well you might be able to entice me” he said seemingly mulling it over looking for all the world as innocent as a lamb, but his eyes told a completely different tale as I saw the devilish glint in them. I took a small sip of my wine.  “Well I’d hate to lead you astray or corrupt you.” I said looking at him over the rim of my glass. We clinked our glasses together in a wordless toast to each other and each took a sip solemnly then burst into a fit of giggles together.  “So tell me something, do you think tomorrow will go well?  I have to admit I’m kind of nervous about it.  Especially if your family find out we spent the weekend together this soon into the relationship.” I blurted out after our fit of giggles had subsided.  “Listen to me” he began in a soothing tone “I know this might seem sudden and rather impetuous to a lot of people, and I’d probably have concerns if this were someone close to me getting so serious so soon.  This is about us though, and we aren’t starry eyed teenagers.  We’ve both experienced life, and we know who we are and what we want out of life.  You and I both know in our hearts that this relationship is meant to be.  

  

     We’ve got this bond and nothing or no one will ever break it.  Sure we’ll have a few glitches and we’ve had a couple already, but we deal with it, and come out of them stronger am more committed to making this work.  You and I aren’t part of this disposable society we live in Lorelei.  We believe in putting the time and effort into the things we want, and we want each other, simple as that.” He brushed his lips against my brow and gave me a little squeeze of reassurance.  “Besides if they do give us any flack I’m fully prepared to tell the whole lot of them they can “Póg mo thóin” he added with stout resolution to his voice. “LIAM!! I’m shocked!  That’s very naughty of you!!” I scolded him.  “Don’t you dare, even think about saying that to your family if they offer any resistance to us being together.” He gave me an extremely quizzical look in return.  “You’re up on your on your Gaeilge phrases?  That’s going to score you brownie points with my folks straight off the bat.  They are both very old school in a great many ways.  They’ll be thrilled to know you know at least a bit of the mother tongue.” “Liam darling, I sincerely doubt that your parents would be thrilled to having you essentially telling them to “kiss your arse” if they aren’t tickled pink about the fact that I’m now in your life and here to stay.” I added to him softly.

    “No, I suppose you’re right on that account, and you know I’m not the sort that’s disrespectful towards my elders, but they will have to accept that this is my life, and I’m going to lead it.  I think we are jumping the gun here though and imagining the worst case scenario.  Amazing how we humans often go there first in our thoughts then get all worked up and waste a great deal of time and energy being paranoid over something we don’t have any control over in the first place.  Honestly though I think my family will adore you.  Molly and the kids are already fans of yours.  Just be you and we’ll have a great time tomorrow.”  I knew he was right and whatever was going to happen would happen, so there was no use of me getting stressed and fretting over it. “I know your right.” And I took another sip of wine in an effort to fortify my nerves regardless of the fact that logically I knew he was right about all of this. I giggled.  ”I think I’d better lay off the wine or I’m going to get a bit tipsy on my empty stomach.” “Afraid I’d take advantage of you if you did get tipsy?” Liam asked me.

    

     “Nope, not at all I know you’d want me to be very present and acutely aware of everything that was happening and all the sensations.” I answered him quite truthfully.  “You’re right about that.  I am curious though if you have some idea of what our first time making love would be like. I mean do you have it all thought out what your ultimate experience would be.  You know like a trail of rose petals to the bedroom, having me carry you in my arms and gently laying you on the bed while we slowly undress each other and make love slowly and sweetly. Or do you think it will be some explosive impulsive act of passion with frenzied frantic needs?” he inquires as he looked me in the eyes, as though trying to decipher what my answer would be. “Liam” I said meeting his gaze and holding it “I believe that some things in your life you can‘t plan for you just have to let them naturally unfold, and they’ll happen exactly when, where and how they are supposed to.  Yes I have thought about the moment we first make love to each other and I’ve even dreamed about it, but it’s never been the same way twice.  Each time was mystical, magical and perfect in its own unique way.  The thing that made them all perfect to me though is the fact that I shared it with you. You are the only thing I need.” I said softly to him. 

      His eyes were filled with such love for me in that moment, and a sense of relieve seemed to sweep over him as well that I was not holding him up to some romantic ideal that would be impossible for him to achieve. “Things always work out so beautifully in novels, poetry and films about making love but reality is while making love is perfectly natural but that doesn’t make it naturally perfect.  I don’t care because as long as it’s the two of us, it’s going to be a memory for us to treasure, and to me that’s as perfect as it can possibly get.” “Perfect” he mumbled as took me in his arms and oh so gently and softly drew his lips to mine.  The kiss was just that perfect, to me everything about him was perfect, even the way he pushed my buttons on occasion and ruffled my feathers there was still no one else that I wanted, the way I wanted Liam. “It’s beautiful out here this evening, think we might get to wish on a shooting star together?” I asked in a awe filled voice as I gazed at the starlit sky above us and felt the tenderness of Liam’s embrace.

      “No need to.  I have everything I’ve ever wanted in life right here by my side.” He said as he gave me one of those dreamy smiles of his that warmed the cockles of my heart.  How I loved this man by my side and now that he was in my life I couldn’t imagine my life without him.  I knew he was the one it was as though I had known it since the moment I had first laid eyes on him.

I nuzzled his chest “It’s getting late, think we should consider calling it a day and turn in for the night.” I asked him softly. “Suppose so” he whispered back a note of regret hanging in the air as he did.  

    Despite the fact she’d be in my arms as we settled in for the night, I still regretted the moment we were in ending.  After the earlier upheaval of misunderstanding and the myriad of emotions we’d been through I revelled in the moment of peace and calm we now shared. “I’m just going to grab a quick shower first, just want to clean up.” I said.  “Sure go ahead” she responded.  “I’ll just pop downstairs and grab the laundry to fold while you do, one less thing to do in the morning.” She added sounding practical in a way that only women seemed capable of doing. “Okay coach, I’m off to hit the showers.” I said giving her a quick kiss on the cheek.  I picked up the glasses to put rinse out and put in the dishwasher on my way.  She in turn picked up the journal and followed in to the kitchen. 

     I padded off to the bathroom, flipped on the light switch, and turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature, before stripping down and stepping in. The hot water felt soothing, as it cascaded down over me.  I grabbed a wash cloth, wetted it and added a couple of squirts of body wash to it. I smiled as I placed it back on the small shelf, next to some of Lorelei`s things. To me it was as though a natural order of things had finally been balanced in my life. I lathered up lost in my thoughts, feeling the soapy cloth sliding over my chest, neck, arms, and legs. 

  Liam was still in the shower when I finished folding the laundry and brought it neatly folded in the laundry basket into the bedroom.  I could hear the spray of the water as it fell against the tiles of the shower. I busied myself pulling open drawers, as I deciphered where his various articles of clothing belonged, desperately trying not to think of the stunning good looking man in the other room, who was currently naked, which the mere thought of caused me to panic.  Finally the only thing I was left with was pile of clean towels which obviously belonged in the same room that Liam now occupied.  The big dilemma was did I enter now or wait until he was finished to put them away.  I felt as though I were in a movie with the an angel and a devil each perched on an opposing shoulder, volleying comments back and forth as to what I should do now. “Go on you know you want to look, catch a glimpse of your nude Adonis.  He’ll never know. What’s the harm of it?”  I gulped and flushed, it would be so easy to give in as I yearned to see even the silhouette of his naked form in all its glory.  To watch the way he bathed himself.  To learn the way to he touched himself so that when the time came I wouldn’t appear clumsy or awkward to him. I wanted to please him to be able to give him pleasure as naturally as if I were an extension of his very being.

      The saintly little soul on the other shoulder was equally vocal in my head.  “Is this really the way you want your first intimate encounter to begin?  Don’t you want to experience the thrill as you grace each other with the ultimate gift that of giving yourself to each other?  I was completely torn by my conflicting emotions and desires, part of me just wanted the rush of being with him, the raw unbridled passion, and the opportunity to unleash it. The other side of me wanted to hang in there to have the slow subtle seduction, the titillation that came from it, allowing it to build to a thundering crescendo as we took our pleasure in each other. To be bathed in the glory and ecstasy of finally coupling with him a time that would be so meaning and spiritual to our hearts and souls.  Still embroiled in my debate with myself I didn’t hear Liam turn off the shower or the soft tread of his step as he entered the bedroom emerging from a cloud of steam.  He took my breath away.  Clad only in a large white towel wrapped around his waist, his hair still damp.  So strong, so virile, so enticing, he was beyond handsome, and yes my heart rate quickened.

      I was a bit flustered to see Lorelei standing their looking endearingly comical in her distress over my unexpected arrival and state of attire.  I had to admit I felt rather awkward in this situation myself.  Thank god I hadn’t pranced out here naked as a jay bird, as I often would have had I been alone. “I’ll go grab my bathrobe, be back in a jiff.” And on that note I slipped back into the bathroom, removed my robe from the hook on the back of the door, slipped it on shook off the towel and made sure that  I was firmly belted at the waist and that nothing that might be deemed unseemly was making a special guest appearance as it were. I came back out into the bedroom and she quickly slipped past me with the towels still grasped firmly in her arms mumbling about just putting them away quickly.  I think we both needed a moment to regroup. Mentally I began to lecture myself “Steady old boy, things like this are going to happen.  You are going to have thoughts about making love to her like you did while you were in the shower, and if you are going to cohabitate even occasionally like this situation like this are bound to happen.  I want her, I can’t deny it I want to explore and worship every inch of her, I want to pleasure her, make love to her entwine her soul with mine.”

   I found the storage space for the towels and stowed them away. I needed to catch my breath I was on the verge of hyper ventilating and my heart was racing. To me Liam was the most handsome man that had ever lived.  It was everything about him but especially those eyes of his.  They were so expressive, the way they could bore into your consciousness and know your deepest thoughts.  Eyes that were kind and I knew he had the love in his heart to back them up. Not to mention the passion they could convey with a single heart stopping glance.  I wasn’t exactly immune to the charms his athletic build nor to the strength of those arms when they held me tight and cradled me against his chest.  I wanted to have those long legs of his entwined with mine. To feel his body next to mine, to know the sensation of him entering me slowly and deliberately as he held my eyes in his steadfast gaze.  I wanted to experience the sweetest joy I would ever know being one with him, uniting with him, giving myself to him completely. To…. my thoughts were broken.

    “Lorelei you okay? I didn’t mean to startle you earlier dressed like that.  Guess I’m just used to it just being me here is all.  I’ll try to be more sensitive and careful in the future, at least until after we’ve reached a stage where we are both comfortable with such a level of informality and intimacy.”  “Tis okay” she answered softly. I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her and drew her near. She automatically nestled her head into my chest and clasped her arms around me in response.  I could feel her heart beating wildly in her chest, and felt the small trembles in her body. I looked down into her eyes and I knew in that moment what she wanted. “Are you sure?” I asked her softly stroking her hair back from her face. She bit her quivering bottom lip and gave a barely perceptible nod of her head. “Answer me my love.” With an underlying urgency in my voice I pleaded with her to answer me even though I knew the answer in my heart which was singing a joyous song. “Yes, yes a thousand times yes Liam. I’ve waited a life time to find you.” She replied her eyes shining brightly, with such love and tenderness for me that it took my breath away and time for me stood still.

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