by Bobby Staccato
(09/19/01)
Certain moments in time become instantly encased in the amber of memory. Even then, I knew that this would be one of them. Her pink skin in that yellow silk kimono as she walked slowly over to the bed in the candlelit room; the fading twilight in the background, receding through the closed sliding doors leading out to her terrace; and the snow-covered field beyond. The sound when she slipped the kimono off. Her smooth movement onto the bed. And the exquisite shock of seeing that same pink skin against the royal blue satin sheets.
The way she looked at me -- that mixture of shyness and confidence, of surrender and challenge. The male response I felt rise within me. I walked over to the bed.
The scent of the vanilla candles blended with her own, fresh as she was from the bath. I sat on the chair beside the bed and removed my boots. I stood and pulled the sweater over my head, then folded it and placed it on the chair. Facing her, I took off my jeans and folded them, too. My back to her, I removed my briefs. I turned and looked in her eyes. Highlights glistened in her brown hair. A sound from her lips. I approached slowly and bent to touch her cheek. I kissed her. "Turn around," I said, "and get on your stomach."
A track on the sultry, ambient CD ended, and in the quiet interlude I could hear the sound of still-melting snow as it dripped to the ground from the eave over the terrace. I knelt at her feet on the bed. My hands on her skin, starting with those feet. The soles. The toes. The heels. The insteps. The ankles. Each calf. Kneading and rubbing. All around -- front, back, and sides. I straddled her legs to work on the backs of her knees.
I moved up to the softer flesh of her thighs. So smooth and pink and soft. Things were heating up where I lived, too. I felt myself getting hard. The smell of her soap and her shampoo. Her little sighs of pleasure. Her ever-deepening trust and surrender. I moved my hands up to her ass. I worked all around. The upper thighs. The hips. So soft and...inviting.
I shifted myself up higher and rested my cock between her cheeks. I was almost fully hard, and as I worked on her waist and lower back, I pulsed up against her. Her hips moved in response.
I moved to the upper back. Her shoulders. Her neck. Each arm. She was completely relaxed. "Turn over," I told her. And when she did, I kissed her. But lightly, and briefly. I wasn't quite done yet. No.
I knelt between her legs and massaged the front of her thighs and torso. Then I stroked her inner thighs and she spread them farther. I ran my hand over her silky hair and rubbed lightly. I gently inserted the tip of a finger. I worked it in a little deeper and she squirmed and moaned. I leaned my head down and opened her lips with my fingers. I licked ever so lightly. She tasted so good -- like a sweet, exotic tropical fruit. Delicate. Rare.
I didn't want to stop. Not really. No. But I did. I sat astride her waist and bent over and kissed her. Deeply this time. And for much longer. I ran my hands over her breasts. I squeezed, and played with the nipples. My cock was fully hard and pressed against her. Rising, I moved up and gave it to her. She eagerly put it in her mouth and sucked the head. "Baby..." I whispered, "...suck it, baby." She wrapped both hands around the shaft and sucked harder. She stroked and sucked. Hard. I closed my eyes and rolled my head back. I moaned involuntarily. "Stop," I said softly. "Stop, baby, this is too good..."
She took her mouth off and sighed. She smiled at me, still stroking. I pulled away, lay down on top of her, and kissed her. I kissed her very deeply.
I put myself inside her. Slowly, very slowly. Inch by inch. Until I filled her completely. I moved around a little, finding that just-right angle by following her cues. I kissed her again and she knew I understood. Then I began to fuck her. Steady and deep. Slow in, faster out. Just right.
It didn't take very long. The subtle difference in feel let me know even before her mounting cries and moans did. She writhed in ecstasy, pulling my hair and kicking her legs. I stroked a bit longer, slowing down as she quieted -- sensing when her orgasm was completely drawn-out. Now it was my turn.
"Get up on your knees," I whispered. "I want you from behind."
She did so immediately. Kneeling behind her, I slipped my cock in all the way. I felt it hit a wall, perhaps a bit too roughly, and she gasped and said, "Ooooo." I asked if I hurt her and she said, "No, no, that's okay -- I like it." Then I took and held her hips tightly and started to fuck her hard, fast, and deep. Like an animal. I wanted to fuck her forever...
The world had refrozen, and the field of snow shone silver-blue under the clear night sky, its stark beauty accentuated by the pale shadows of the bare trees.
