He lay across her once more and they kissed tenderly. She became aware that the silk covering her eyes was damp against her cheek. Confused, her brain searched for what it meant, and slowly it dawned on her that she was crying. She was crying for her lost love, for her lost youth, but they were also tears of joy for the redemption of her very being, for her rebirth. She clasped him to her with arms and legs and began to sob. The release of her orgasm had punched out the keystone of the final wall, and now the dam was bursting.
Alarmed, he stroked her face and asked her what was wrong, begged her to tell him how he could help her. She managed to sob that he should hold her, and he did until the waters quieted once more. Lying there, nestled in the safe embrace of her lover, she revealed to him the demons that had haunted her for 15 years and confessed that meeting him in the restaurant had opened up the possibility of defeating them. He listened carefully, attentively, kissed her lightly on the cheek when she had finished, and apologized. She was puzzled, not sure whether he was commiserating with the loss of her fiance, the anguish she had been through, or something else. But he was thinking of their first meeting and had realized that he had most certainly scared her with his forwardness. He expressed his happiness that she had told him and, tentatively, not wishing to over-emphasize his role, he told her that he was glad that he had played a part in her new awakening and that she had been able to break free.
She caught his head in her hands and kissed him hard. Her emotions were overwhelming her again. Here was this man who had not only inspired her to enfranchise herself, but was supporting her through her struggle. He held her close, stroking her head, and their embrace continued until, overcome by the late hour and the exhaustion the flood of her emotions had left in its wake, she succumbed to sleep.
She woke again some hours later. The silk had slipped from her eyes and she could see that day was breaking. Wrapped in her lover's arms, she felt more secure, capable of going yet another step further. She raised her hand and removed the scarf, letting it drop to the floor beside the bed. She was ready now to confront her final fears, to look into the face of the man who had made it all possible. She turned in his arms and began to stroke his cheek. She could not say that she felt love for him, but she certainly felt affection, warmth and gratitude, as well as a need to be closer to him, to join with him.
She placed her lips on the tip of his nose, brushing her fingers down his neck, tracing his upper arm, his side and his hip. She saw his eyelids flutter, heard him breathe in more deeply, felt his fingertips begin to slightly caress her back. She kissed him gently on the lips, felt them respond to her, lazily at first, and then more firmly. He clasped her tightly to him, the length of their bodies coming into contact, his need for her already growing. His fingers began to trace her body also; a feather's touch enlivening her nerve-endings, intensifying her desire for him. As his hand stroked down the curve of her buttock, raising her thigh across his hip, she breathed in deeply and pleaded with him to make love to her.
Closing her eyes, she let her body dominate her mind, the sensations drowning out thought. She saw - no, felt - her aura merging with his in the places where their bodies met: where his lips touched her areola, where his fingers stroked her leg, where his abdomen pressed against her own and against her inner thigh. His weight pressed against her, rolling her onto her back, and she raised her other leg to wrap it round his waist. His fingers softly stroked her pussy, spreading the moistness all over, bringing her to a heightened state of arousal. She surprised herself again when she heard her voice plead with him to enter her. Then she felt him shift and the head of his cock push gently against her opening. As he slid a little inside her, she moaned. He held himself there, enquiring after her comfort, and she begged him for more.
Slowly, he buried himself inside her, and she exhaled, delighting in the sensations that rippled through her body. She felt his hand on the underside of her right thigh, pulling it up and pushing against it as he began to move inside her, long and slow. Her moans kept time with his inward strokes, her breathing at a faster tempo. She could hear him breathing, moaning softly, murmuring how good it felt, how good she felt. Some part of her brain marvelled as she realized that his words excited her, and she urged him to tell her more. His angle changed slightly, igniting new nerve-endings, causing her to gasp, and he picked up the pace, acquiescing to her request.
He told her how her pussy felt amazing wrapped around his cock, how soft and warm and wet it was. He gasped as she expanded around him, clasping his length, and he told her how tight she was, how he loved how she squeezed him. His words drove her into a frenzy, and she ran one hand through her hair, the other grasping the sheets, and her left foot pushing into the mattress as she bucked against him, desperate for him to go deeper. The loudness of her voice taking the Lord's name in vain startled her momentarily; it was almost as if her voice were not her own. And then she heard it yell at him to go faster and harder.
His thrusts grew shorter and more urgent. Her breath quickened and rasped. Her arms flew around him, her nails digging in to his buttock and the middle of his back. She heard him moan and felt her body tense ever more tightly at every slam of his cock against her cervix. A low growl began to build in her, growing louder and more high-pitched with every passing second, mirroring the climax rising within her. And then she heard him shout that he was cumming, and stars exploded behind her eyes as he grunted and thrust hard again and again and again, unloading his own orgasm deep within her.
He collapsed on top of her, sweat trickling from his forehead onto her own, and kissed her deeply, his arms framing her face. He called her "baby" and told her how amazing she was, how beautiful and how sexy, and how good it had felt. She revelled in the feeling of oneness with him, marvelled at how completely unfettered she felt, wished that the moment could last forever.
The sun began to stream through the window announcing the new day. As they kissed and caressed the other, they each whispered of the happiness they imagined together and the dawning of something new and powerful.
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