1 comments/ 7434 views/ 2 favorites A New Holiday By: Artaq I woke up and found I was still holding you. We had spooned as we laid down on the left side, or your side of the bed. I was still holding your naked right breast, the nipple poking slightly at the middle of my left palm. I loved holding you like this and knew when you woke up that you would leave the bed, maybe not right away, but too soon for me, so I dared not move, even to stretch. I felt a slight change in your breathing as I began breathing slightly harder, since I was awake, my breath traveling along the sensitive skin on your neck. There was nothing I could do about this, and you began to stir as I began to fake like I was sleeping as you shifted slightly obviously awake. "I know you are awake or you wouldn't be breathing on that spot," you mewed slightly groggily. My quick response was to gently caress the luscious breast in my hand and kiss you on the neck, just below the left ear before my gravely morning voice responded, "The breathing was an accident of waking up, that kiss and this one are not." I reached out my tongue and slid the tip around in a circle before kissing again. "Oooohmmmm!" it was a cross between an O and a hum you do when I surprise you and melts you at the same time. I took my cue from that as being favorable for keeping you in bed with me for a while longer, and my intentions came up between us as I softly whispered in your ear, "I love you. I can't believe that I'm still so lucky to wake up to this beautiful sight before me." "I love you!" you sang softly with a great big smile, still haven't opened your eyes, "But that doesn't mean I am ready for that again." I peeked over at the alarm clock, "It's been a whole 30 minutes since we obviously collapsed! What do you mean not ready?" "It's only been thirty minutes!? You do know that I'm still getting used to that thing! We've only been married a couple of months." You half giggled and shuddered as your eyes shot open, turning your head to face me. My humor while well intentioned and true, backfired. "Nine weeks and 3 days." "Whatever, it's too early for math." "I thought you liked thinking about my math?" "That was before I knew what the math was like. Having dimensions and actually holding them is another matter entirely." "I feel so used for my math skills, and dejected because of them," I said with my most hurt and crushed tone of voice. You quickly spun and ran your fingers through my hair as my eyes could finally catch hold of yours, taking away any doubt of me being serious. "Aww, my poor little baby!" you mused as you continued to pet my head. I stuck out my lower lip, making my best pouting face, "Kiss it and make it better?" You pulled me in giving me a quick peck on the lips, as I tried to pull you in for a longer kiss. "No, not there," I continued my pouting, as I thrust my hips upward slightly, poking into your stomach, "there." You're laughter was a dead give away to your answer. It wasn't that you didn't like to, or even that you weren't willing to. It was because you knew that I didn't actually enjoy it, and that it never seemed to stop there. Not that it had ever stopped me from using it to further my goal of trying to keep you orgasming for the entire first year of our marriage. It was a lofty goal and I was willing to risk failure if I could achieve even half of my goal. I was way behind but working very hard at it. "Not until I get some more sleep, you cook me a wonderful breakfast, and if you're a really good boy, I'll let you shower with me." It was all I needed to hear to get me out of bed. I knew that when we got in the shower it was going to be wild. It was the home of your hottest fantasies and there were a few left that we hadn't done. It was only a second before I had kissed you, both your nipples, and hopped over you, bounding naked toward the kitchen before running back in to grab my robe and back out, leaving you laughing and giggling still in bed. "I said more sleep first!" you yelled not really meaning it. Running back in the room my robe not tied at all and hanging open frantically circling the room eliciting more laughter. "Where are my keys and wallet? We're out of milk and eggs and I can't cook you breakfast without them!" Finding them and running out again, I could hear you struggling to breath, crying you were laughing so hard. I was out the front door before I realized I wasn't wearing shoes and running back in to the room and slipping them on, bouncing around, causing everything that should have been in my robe to dance. I was slightly worried that you weren't breathing with your laughing at this point so I paused until you did before running away again. I had sat in my car and started the engine before my erect penis came down touching the cool plastic of the steering wheel, causing me to shriek like a 14 year old before his voice cracks, finally understanding what her laughter was about. Finding you starting to recover from the last shock, I threw off my robe and grabbed your hands, wrapping them around the head of my now slightly chilled penis. "What are you doing and why is it so cold?" the shock of it bringing you back from your hysteria. "My penis landed on the steering wheel! I screamed and ran back in to put clothes on, and my hands are cold so I have to use your hands to warm him up again." I wasn't sure how much of it you heard before you fell apart with laughter again. I wasn't too concerned at the moment as your hands were still in mine, me using them to warm myself again. I could still see the tears running out of your eyes, and I couldn't tell if it was because of pain from laughing so hard, or that you had married an idiot. It didn't take me long to pull on some pants and tee shirt before heading off again out the door. I made it to the little family owned shop around the corner in record time running inside saying hello to the employees that I saw everyday. I nearly tripped myself running to the doors where the milk and eggs were. I grabbed them quickly and headed back to the front to pay for them. When I had set them on the counter, and began pulling my wallet from my pants, the older woman behind the counter turned bright red and shielded her eyes. "Oh my god! Michael, your fly is down. The one eyed monster is playing hide and seek sweetheart." She began laughing out of embarrassment because of my obvious arousal. Normally I would have turned and ran, but this was no normal occasion. I had a very important breakfast to cook for the woman of my dreams and the one I was lucky enough to call my bride. There was the fact that if I was a good boy, I would get a great reward and who could even dream of turning down giving someone their fantasy. I leaned down to look, looked back up and still red and slightly chuckling clerk. I looked around seeing no one else and couldn't contain my own laughter as I tucked him back through my pants and out of the way before zipping them up. "Dianne, does this mean I get a discount for once?" There was no hope of her responding as she finally was over the embarrassment and her laughter filled the tiny store. "Are you laughing at the size, or the discount? Because I have to tell you, I actually scared my wife with it." I quipped to massage my now fragile self-esteem. There was no holding back her tears by this point and it was painful to watch because I was in such a hurry. Again my sense of humor was getting in the way of my dreams and ultimate goals for the day. There was one thing I wanted to do 10 minutes ago and it was still set in my mind to get it done. There was just no way around the fact that this woman might have a heart attack if I said anything else. I laid a twenty on the counter, leaving the store, double checking as I got in my car that she was still laughing at the counter. I made it back to the house before the embarrassment of the store set in, but I laughed it off with a chuckle knowing it would be worth it once breakfast was eaten and received my reward. As I opened the door I yelled "Honey I'm home, breakfast will be ready soon!" I could hear her giggles at the sound of my voice knowing that she was probably laughing still. I figured it wouldn't be the best time to tell her about the other woman that had laughed regarding my penis today just yet but after the shower and before she went to the store herself. They knew we were married anyway so it wouldn't be long before she found out. Better it come straight from me. "What do you want for breakfast my lovely Crowned One?" "I'll just have a muffin," you called back to me as I didn't know whether to cry or drive back to the store and get my money back. "How about an omelet the way you like with the onions and green peppers? Maybe a waffle or French toast as well?" "No, I'm fine with the muffins I got yesterday." "Got it! One large omelet with onion and two chopped green peppers coming up. The waffles will be checked for our brunch menu and replaced with a muffin. Is there anything else you want my love?" The silence from the bedroom was replaced by a head poking out of the bedroom, and then back in before she called back, "No, that should be good. Are you alright?" "I'm wonderful! Just can't wait to finish breakfast." I could hear a soft giggle as you closed the bathroom door, a habit you only had when you were going to shower. I bound down the hall and into the bedroom, crashing through the bathroom door to see your terrified look while you sat on the toilet and I fell on the floor trying to remove my shirt. "What are you..." "Good, I thought you were already determining that I was not a good boy." I interrupted as you began laughing, seeing me all tangled in my shirt. I finished removing it and looked longingly at your naked form. "Get out and wash your hands before you cook my breakfast. You are not being a very good boy at the moment." I kissed my way up your foot and up your shin to your knee before you giggled and playfully pushed me out the door with your foot. Down the hall it seemed for the hundredth time before I was at the sink washing my hands, thoroughly getting them scrubbed. I whipped out my cast iron skillet and went to work cooking up some sausage for my omelet, then some hash browns in the sausage grease, our omelets, and some bacon before draining the bacon grease to cook our green beans for dinner. I cut up an orange and grabbed a banana. When it was finally prepared, I laid it out nicely on a tray, remembering your muffin halfway down the hall. I turned around and made it all the way through the hall. I didn't know how many more times I would have to go down that hall today, but I was hoping it wasn't anytime before dinner. I walked in our room and place the tray on my side of the bed, beside you as you had fallen back asleep while I cooked. I sat on the floor with my back against the bed listening to you breath for a moment while I recounted the last 12 hours in my mind. What I got was a whirlwind of sex and flashing an old lady who would never forget it. As I chuckled at the last part, I felt your fingers again in my hair. "Good morning again my love, what are you laughing about?" "I'll tell you later. Are you hungry? I have some fruit, your muffin, an omelet, and of course bacon. And if that isn't pleasing enough for you, he's still more than willing," I said as the tip of my once again erect penis poked from the top of my jeans. You looked down and smiled appreciatively, then kissed your fingertips before rubbing them on him. "You'll have to wait; I have a lovely meal to eat. And if your big head keeps being so good, you might get to play in the shower. Would you like that?" He twitched in response and seemed to follow along with what was said, hiding once again as I sat on the bed next to you. I helped you sit up and adjusted our pillows behind, allowing you to lean back. I placed the tray in our laps and held your hands as I prayed for our food, this day, this woman, and that I bring her all the joy she could take for one day. I ended the prayer and kissed my beautiful wife. I sat in silence watching your eyes while you talked about something while eating. I finally realized you were asking me a question and snapped back to reality, "I didn't hear a thing you just said. It was a little like time didn't exist there for a moment. What were you asking?" She chuckled softly, careful not to spill our breakfast, "I said are you going to eat your breakfast or stare at me eating mine all morning?" "Can't I do both of those and add you as my breakfast delight?" "You can do both, but not the delight. I told you not until later." I groaned slightly and finally began eating my hash browns and omelet. I couldn't help but stare at you this morning. You were glowing, radiant and the only thing in the world. I think I made it to three bites before I was lost again in your charms. When you found me staring again, you leaned in and kissed me, pulling me back again to the present. "Eat your breakfast or you won't be able to play at all today." I hurriedly munched away at the feast I'd prepared, seldom glancing away from you as you slowly ate. I knew that the sooner that I could get done with mine, and you done with yours, that the sooner I would be able to get you into the shower. I couldn't believe that in the hour since I woke up, that this day would be so crazy. "Did you bring us anything to drink love?" you asked softly. "I didn't." I mumbled sliding the tray to balance on your lap. I walked quickly to the kitchen and got out some glasses for our milk. Returning to our bed, I found you with your head leaning back, eyes closed. I stared a moment before sneaking up and breathing softly on your neck. "Mmmm," a soft moan escaped across your lips. "Here you are my love." handing your glass of milk to you before sitting again. It wasn't every day that I would worship you like this, but on special occasions of my own making. I would come up with fantastical holidays such as I Slept Terrifically in Your Loving Arms Day and No, You Did Not Just Throw Your Pillow at Me While Dancing Naked at the End of Our Bed Day. I hadn't come up with a name for today but I was coming close. I knew it had to do with something about how your beauty was glowing and your soul was shining through your eyes. "My Queen, are you enjoying Waking up To the Glowing Star and Shining Beauty of the Woman I Love Day?" I asked holding our food steady knowing you would laugh at the crazy remark. You guffawed at the ridiculous comment, leaning closer and puckering your lips, wanting me to complete the distance and return the kiss. As our lips touched, you pulled away, wanting to finish your breakfast after the quick peck. I sat there puckered a few more seconds as you giggled and finally give me a wonderfully long and soft kiss. "No more until you finish." It didn't take me long to completely devour what was left of my food. I was famished after the night we had just had. It wasn't that long ago that we had gone to bed and I needed something to get my energy back. When we had finished, I carried the tray away, back to the kitchen and you came out wearing your robe. I think the amount of food that I had eaten had worn off the initial excitement that had energized me for getting so quickly out of bed and the reality of getting so little sleep set in. Wanting to do so much for you and with you could keep me awake but my heavy eyes gave away how tired I was as you looked at me. I knew I needed more sleep and I knew you were going to send me to get some. As I returned your gaze, I could tell you wanted it to. "Are we getting that more sleep now my love?" I asked, groggy and dazed. "Maybe, unless you are ready for that shower." The end of the sentence trailed off in volume as though you didn't really want me to hear it and even if I had noticed the lack of enthusiasm, I didn't let on to it. "How about I carry you back into our bed, caress every inch of your skin as I fall asleep knowing you'll be there when I waked up again? That way I get to celebrate Waking up To the Glowing Star and Shining Beauty of the Woman I Love Day again." I made no attempt to let you answer as I scooped you up in my arms. Your arms fell softly around my neck as your soft robe tickled my skin on my just and stomach, while your lips found my cheek. "Oooh! My big strong Warrior Mine!" you giggled with a strong dose of sarcasm. I carried you in our room and playfully began to act like you were too heavy as I dropped you on my side of the bed. I realized my mistake immediately though as I was off balance leaning over you like this, my face landing in your lap as my body began to fall to the floor. I couldn't tell if your scream was pain, shock, anger at the bad joke, or a large guffaw before you began laughing hysterically at the sight of me, face first in your lap, one arm still trapped beneath you the rest of my body strung out behind me crumpled on the floor. I began talking into your robe to act like it had all been on purpose eliciting another burst of laughter. "What are you saying?" you asked still laughing. I cocked my head slightly so that you would be able to hear, "I said, if your robe was off already I wouldn't have to move before sleeping again, but the problem with that would be the obvious raspberries as I was trying to breathe while sleeping." Your hands fell on the back of my head and you bent in half with laughter as I was beginning to wonder if you were trying to smother me. I was in bliss though and could still breathe so I wasn't fighting it. "Are you waiting for me to eat my way through the robe or are you ready to take it off now so we can go to sleep?" I made no attempt to move and you were too busy laughing to care as my left hand tried to reach up, blindly fumbling the air looking for the zipper to your robe. Since my face was in your lap, my right arm still pinned beneath you, and me reaching behind my body to do this, I was lucky to even have found one of your lovely breasts in my hand. The excited sound I made into your lap making you laugh again. "Stop making me laugh and get up here and kiss me. You'll never be able to celebrate today again if we spend the rest of the morning laughing. Besides, my cheeks hurt from smiling." You pulled my head out of your lap as you said this. Although my eyes, were locked on yours, and I fully intended to kiss you at the time, my other head had a wonderful idea and my mouth came over your robe covered left breast with a soft and playful bite. It was difficult trying to kiss you with your smile and laughing at my continued playfulness. "Will you stop smiling and kiss me already so I can get you nekid before running my hands everywhere along your soft skin as we fall back asleep?" Your laughter continued for only a moment and you pulled my head tight against yours, our lips meeting, opening and our tongues dancing as they came together. It was soft, sweet and slow. Deeply passionate, it took any meaning of time away. I wasn't sure where I really was anymore or what we were about to do as our tongues retreated, our lips closed, and gently parted after a moment. I took a long slow breath as I tried to remember where I was. I found my answer as I saw your eyes flutter open. I brought my left hand up to your zipper, pulling it down, opening up your robe, pulling it off your body, before pulling you up with my right hand that was still underneath of you. I returned my lips to yours; teasing them with my tongue, but pulling it away each time yours came out to dance again. I pulled the robe down and off your shoulders, and over your hands as we kissed, and once your hands were free, they clamped to the back of my head, ending the tease, our tongues meeting again. Your eyes fluttered, your naked body melting in my hands as we continued the kiss. I was running my right hand across your back, while my left traveled up and down the soft skin of your legs and hips. Your hands began to loosen their grip as they traveled down my body and to remove my pants. I stepped from them as they fell, rewarded with a quick grope as your hands circled round and squeezed my behind as you broke the kiss. A New Holiday "Get this thing in here already and let's sleep since you insisted. I'm waiting for your breathing." I helped you lay back and roll closer to your side of the bed as we adjusted the pillows and crawled back beneath the sheet and comforter. I brought myself close against your side as you lay on your back, wanting my hands to do their work. I had my left hand traveling over your skin, softly grazing ever inch, my right arm under your pillow. We laid like this for only a matter of moments as you turned on your left side and faced me, placing your right leg between mine, and puckered your lips for a kiss. I gave you a soft peck as my hand began dragging along your side and across your hip and thigh. As it traveled back across your hip, I paused, falling asleep. We tossed around slightly, not enough to wake us, but ended up sleeping almost the opposite of when I woke us earlier. Your left arm under my pillow, your right draped over my side, your breasts tight against my back, your lap pressed tightly against the back of my legs. I awoke to you softly kissing my neck and right shoulder and your right foot caressing my calf. "I don't know if I'll ever be able to sleep without your touch now you know." I tried to say, it only coming out as a growl. "I feel the same my love." you whispered your response in my ear before kissing your way around the lobe. "I am sure of only one thing at the moment, I love you. I've been dreaming about telling you that. I love you. I can't wait to say it again. I love you, I love you, I love you. And one more time for the people with the multiple of 3 compulsions out there, I love you." I kept interrupting you as you tried to respond making you laugh. You pinched my nipple slightly to get me to pause, "I love you too!" "Ahhh, one time from the heart is more than enough from my love, now let me roll over and see you so I can once again celebrate this wonderful holiday of whatever its name was." My voice was shaky and rough as I forced my muscles to roll me over and face you while you laughed about me forgetting my crazy holiday name. "You mean Waking up To Your Bright and Shining Star of a Wonderful Wife Day?" "Close, but I believe its Waking up To the Glowing Star and Shining Beauty of the Woman I Love Day, which tomorrow we can celebrate your holiday you just invented." I mused as I gasped about how true both Holidays seemed to be when I caught sight of your radiant beauty again. "What?" "You are radiant, beautiful, and the absolute most awesome sight anyone could behold. How could I not just have my breath stolen from me every time I look at you? What on earth could do this to me but you? As far as I'm concerned, we are the only things on this planet. I love you, and it is so strong that I lose myself in you, in your eyes, in your wonderful soul, in your heart that overflows with joy and kindness, in your humility that makes you blush as I tell you the things I tell you now." I paused finally catching a breath and kissing your softly, "And there is only one thing I can ever dream of doing anymore, one goal for my life separate from God's mandates to us, it is to make your every dream come true, to make your life as wonderful as it can be. And then there is our little friend's goal of making you orgasm for the rest of your life." Your reddish blush and beautiful smile was added to by a slight giggle and a quick glance that made you turn slightly redder at his obvious arousal and happy to see you too twitch. I pulled your chin back up to look me in the eyes, kissing you, holding my lips to yours before feeling your hand slide across my hip and pause just a moment before wrapping your fingers around the shaft. He twitched at your touch, though your hand didn't move. Breaking the kiss you rolled from bed, and started for our bathroom, looking over your shoulder at me with a come hither look that could make a train take a dirt road and stop on a dime. It was enough to make me jump from where I was in the bed and to your side without ever touching the ground. I grabbed you roughly turning you towards me and giving you a hard and passionate kiss, forcing my tongue between your lips, battling yours for the best position in your mouth. There was a deep desire in this kiss, a driving passion, not the loving and sweet kisses of the rest of the morning. You shoved me back against the door frame, your body pressing against mine, forcing me up between our stomachs, holding the kiss and reaching to turn the shower on. I pulled us closer to it, my hands pulling at your rump, my fingers digging into the muscle kneading them slowly as your fingers of your other hand began digging into the muscle in my back. Our tongues dancing, our bodies aching for the other, our hands kneading and pulling at the other's flesh, our hearts pounding, not a second was passing. My tongue wrapped around yours in a hug before circling it and teasing the tip; my right hand leaving your buttocks to fondle your left breast, rolling the nipple against the palm; my left hand pulling open you supple flesh, reaching from behind to try to reach for your soft and moist vaginal lips, the tips occasionally grazing against your exit; your left hand pulled heavily across my back, your fingers leaving streaks until they quickly shot between us, enclosing around the head of my throbbing cock; your right hand finally finding its target after groping madly, turning the water on and starting the shower. The passage of time stopping in that moment, the earth shook as it knew what was about to take place, an event that is praised by God as represented in the Bible by the Song of Songs. They weren't about to be a husband and wife fulfilling a fantasy but they were about to leave the world behind and enter a place where they lived as one, their souls so closely intertwined that they couldn't tell themselves from the other. To touch one, was to touch them both, one's pleasure the others, one heart beating for them both, one breathing for the other, life dependent solely on the others thought, touch, and emotion. A Love so powerful between two people that only God has loved more. Your left hand was rewarded immediately as precum nearly shot from the engorged head, your right circling my neck pulling my head down tighter, our lips bonded together, our tongues dancing together in what someone would have thought a well choreographed fight for position. My right hand froze, the nipple of your left breast between the down turned thumb and index finger in a light pinch, forceful caress. My left arm began lifting you at the wrist, the weight away from my index and middle fingers as they found your vaginal lips, barely touching them, finding them already moist, lubrication flowing nearly freely down the probing fingers. Your feet began to leave the ground, beginning to open more, preparing them to straddle my body. In the next heart beat, my right hand had pulled the nipple of your left breast as it flew to your butt, nearly smacking it in its rush to help lift you, my left hand and fingers retreating slightly, the tips dragging your nectar along with them over your rosebud, and hooking firmly into the flesh as your legs pulled upward, turning your hips, your vaginal lips forced open by the pressure against the base of my shaft. Your clit exploded with sensation the instant the pressure hit it, an orgasm that was only about to begin to ripple through you. Your juices flowing, nearly dripping from anticipation began running down my testicles from your quivering hole. My head had formed a pool of the clear and slick fluid on your hand, overflowing the sides, and running down your hand. Spinning you around, slamming our bodies together as your back hit the wall, your first climax shaking outward across your body as your clit dragged harder along the underside of my penis, forcing your hand out of the way, my precum falling along the top of my penis, coating it, as your vagina flowed its own along the underside. My fingers worked tenderly into your flesh, close enough to tease the nerves around your mound as they began to tingle with the sensations thunderously rolling from your clit. The air knocked from our lungs as we pressed together we suck every bit of oxygen out of the room through our noses, the walls flexing as we inhaled. Our tongues now wrapped in embrace, your fingers gripping the back of my neck, holding us tighter together, your left hand circling behind, grabbing the top of my right shoulder, a line of precum stretching back to the head of my shaft. In the eternity of the moment, only a few seconds had passed. As the head of my penis passed your engorged and sensitive clit that was pounding away with your pulse, I began to lower you, causing a new wave of pleasure as it once again hit the exploding nerve endings. The first ripple of your climax hit your nipples making them sensitive to the slightest brush of air against them from our heavy breathing, let alone sliding down the skin of my chest. Shockwaves of sensitivity shooting outward from the screaming nerves left your throat in a groan that vibrated our tongues and lips, your eyes shooting open and rolling up. Your brain shut down, riding the lightening flowing in your veins, passing through your skin into me. The electricity flowing from everywhere our bodies touched, your pleasure mine, your blessings bestowed on me. Falling to the floor, we quivered, trembling as our bodies shook with your pleasure, the lightening leaving our muscles temporarily weak but filled with energy and desire. Our lips finally broke their kiss, our tongues unraveled as you gasped for the air we needed, my heart pounding it to our muscles as I lifted us back to our feet. Your legs finally sliding down my body, my arms wrapped tight around you holding you on your still weak knees. Your eyelids still fluttering, your senses regained, my lips coming in contact with the sensitive nerves of your neck, below your left ear, as my left hand began pulling your hair, forcing your head back, exposing your throat. You shook and let out a moan, your hands gripping my shoulders from behind, pulling yourself up my body once again. As I slowly kissed my way around your neck, I released your hair, helping to lift you, pulling you up high enough to bring the nipple of your left breast to my waiting mouth. It was still alive with electricity, still sensitive and hard as diamonds. I sucked it hard into my mouth, sending a low growl out from you as the tip of my tongue circled it and my teeth held it firmly in place. I felt you reach and adjust the temperature of the water, then with a voice that was an airy whisper, the sound of a soft scream, "I want to feel the water rushing over us, the warmth covering us." I turned, stepping in and felt the hot water, stinging my back, nearly burning me, turning it red. I let your breast fall free, slowly lowering you to your feet again, still holding you to me. As you regained your feet, I moved behind you, allowing you to step into the spray, my body never leaving contact with yours. You said nothing as you leaned your head back, the water cascading down the front of your body before turning, the water soaking your hair and back before I stepped back in behind you blocking the spray. My right hand grabbed the soft vanilla scented body wash, squeezing the soap into my left hand. I dropped the bottle and rubbing my hands together gathered an even amount bringing my hands to your stomach, working my way in ever increasing circles outward from your belly button. The lather was rich and filled the air with the scent that made me want to lick every part of your body. I drew my hands along the undersides of your breasts, taking my time, working the soap into them, up across the nipples, circling and caressing the hard buds. Up along the top, up your shoulders and across your neck and massaged the soap in slowly, working and strain from your muscles as I used my fingers to cover every square inch of your neck, chest and arms before turning you, holding you tight to me, lathering down your back. I worked quickly until I made it to your behind, then slowed, making sure I coated everything well. I knelt before you, starting at your feet, washing you caressing your legs and thigh, slowly inching my way to your precious valley. A soft purr escaped as I coated your lips, lathering them softly, shaking as I hit your clit. I rinsed my hands and used them to help rinse the soap from your skin, reversing the order that I soaped them up. You turned towards me wrapping your arms around my neck pulling me close against you as our lips came back into contact again. You spun me around, facing away from you while you grabbed the body wash. You started rubbing it into the back of my neck, massaging your way through my shoulders, and slowly down my back. Turning me back to you, we kiss again, our bodies in contact, your hard nipples pressing into my skin before you push me away and start washing the front of my shoulders and chest. Leisurely washing down my stomach, you start working your hands around me, washing my muscular butt, caressing them as we kiss. We continue the kiss while you add more soap to your hands before bringing them between us, starting at the base of your prize. With one hand you circle the base of my member work slowly outward and down to my sack while with the other, you caress the length, making sure to wash every bit of it. After a minute you rinse me off still holding me in your hand, slowly stroking. The look in your eye, the gleam and desire unmistaken, the wanton lust like lasers boring into my soul, I finally grabbed you pulling you hard against me not even a molecule of water passing between us, what water hitting us becoming steam as our passions rose in a kiss. My desire couldn't be held back any longer, I was a boiling over cauldron, as I spun you around, bending you over at the waist, your hands coming to rest on the bath spigot to hold you steady for what you knew would be barbaric sex. I was mad with passion, my body burning against you, my sword as hot as if from the blacksmith's furnace, my heat transferring into you where ever we touched. I reached around your body, drawing my hands around your sides, your skin sizzling as my fingers seared with passion, to the supple flesh and nipples of your breast, filling them and quenching them as though they were the water cascading from you. Your left hand came back, between your legs, grabbing at the haft of my sword, wielding it, the heat from its burning desire only to be quenched in your sheathe. The heat emanating from the sword you wielded burned your hand, caused a moan to escape from your lips as its tip lit your clit on fire, burning through your body, searing the entrance to your sheathe as you circled it with the head. The quenching waters of the sheathe flowed against the tip, as you backed against it, pulling forward, trying to get this fiery sword against your heart. The pressure building, the tension and heat rising, steam filling the air as our passions ignited the air around us when the tip finally entered its home. A scorching sensation passed ever closer to your heart as inch by blistering inch it pressed toward your heart, alighting every fiber within you. Your mouth opened trying to scream, to release the heat, as every inch of the sword seared pressing outward against its taut sheathe. Moving my hands to back to your hips, grabbing them pulling them towards me, forcing this molten sword in deeper, flexing it, sending a cry from your mouth as the fire within flashed over. Grinding the hot iron deep within, pressure exploding outward as the sheathe tried to cool its captive, forcing it outward, the red hot tip just at the entrance. A moan, loud and begging, crying out from your throat; willing this saber back into your scabbard, returning the extreme fire to your soul. A loud growl escaped my lips as I pressed my brightly burning member completely and forcefully into you. The Viking blood within our veins driving our bodies, building my strength as I gripped you firmly, by the hips, pulling them back as I drove forward, a loud smack each time our bodies meet. You grunted as I entered and moaning as I exited, I growled with each advance as my enraged member, slick with our combine juices, stabbed completely into you. Ferocious and aggressively, our bodies slapped together, slowly pressing your body into the wall under the showerhead. A shrill exploded from your lips as your skin and nipples touched the cool tile while my hot skin melted this now cool part of you from where our bodies would meet. The hammering continuing yanking you partially off, then pressing you back against the cool surface; warmed by my touch, then cooled again as my stroke smashed you back. Warmed from within by the friction, the heat from the ravaging invader, the love you feel for me and I for you, you begin to leave a steamy outline on the wall. Leaving one hand on the spigot you place your left against the wall and begin to help push back, forcing the infiltration deeper and faster than before. The air being pillaged by our breath, the water from the shower raiding what places were not being touched, the plundering of our bodies for the other, the cacophony of noise that we were creating; all of it building a mountain growing higher by the moment. The mountain grew higher as your fjord was filled like high tide, the sword piercing your soul and taking mine in as part of yours. The pace quickened, becoming desperate as our bodies slammed together still but not with the violence of before. The earth was quaking with the energy we possessed and built up within us, our bodies becoming the ground, our muscles trembling causing the mountain to shake, tremble but still grow taller, stronger and solid. The waves of pleasure coming into the shore beginning to crash harder and harder against it, jarring the still solid mountain. You were now nearly flat against the tile, my body compelled to be in complete contact with yours. I began plowing into you with reckless abandon, wrapping my arms around you, I began cupping your left breast in my right hand, my left coming to your clit, the fingertips brushing and pinching it, quaking your body and beginning to break the earth as the tide began washing between us from our combined fluid when you finally hit the peak of the mountain. The mountain that had been building exploded, the tide in the fjord rushing out as the mountain collapsed, squeezing tight, the plow breaking into the mountain still driving into the side of it, breaking the earth opening it for the seed. The waves continued to erode the mountain, the explosions shaking and quaking the mountain, when the plow stopped to break the earth and the seed came to be planted. The flood of a new type, the breath of life, washed over the land. I held you tight, barely able to hold the two of us on our feet. Both of us spent, panting, waiting for our eyes to once again find focus. Quivering aftershocks sent shivers through our muscles, trembling to our breath, and the realization that we were still bound and touching in everyway that we could. As I slowly became flaccid and began withdrawing, you had regained your balance, turning to kiss me. The water spraying our faces as we kissed, washing over us, trying to break the bond between our lips unsuccessfully. Our hands on the back of the other, trying to keep our bodies as one. Finally breaking the kiss, we smile, kiss quickly again, and I begin to help rinse the residues of passions from you and I. When I finish with myself I step from the shower leaving you to relax for a moment with the hot water rushing over you. I grab a towel and dry off, laying one in arms reach for you when you finish. Returning to our bedroom I sit on the edge of our bed, in your spot, the lack of sleep and the crash of adrenaline setting in, making me fully aware that I needed to lay down again. I heard the shower turn off, and stood to meet you at the door. You took a few minutes, obviously drying off and drying your hair, as I leaned against the door frame with my eyes closed, waiting for you to exit. A New Holiday "Ahhh!" you jumped placing your hand on your chest as you spooked, not seeing me until you had come out the door. I chuckled slightly, "I'm sorry, my dear Crowned One. I wasn't trying to scare you." I stepped closer wrapping you in an embrace, my warm bare chest against you as you leaned in, snuggling your right cheek into my left shoulder. "I'm not mad at you, my Warrior Mine." The words flowed out as your right hand came up and gave me a light Gibbs slap. I lay my left cheek on the top of your head as I scoop you up in my arms. I carry you over to our bed, laying you in your spot, pulling the towel from you. "I want to sleep, Love. Can we do that again?" "Of course. But hurry up and get in here with me, I'm cold naked like this." you told me as I let my towel drop to the floor with yours. I leaned down kissing you, all the while climbing over you, taking it slow and certain to get as much contact as I could with your skin as I did. Taking a full minute to cross over you to my side of the bed, I quickly grabbed our blankets and pulled them up to our waists as we adjusted to a comfortable position before bringing them up to our necks. I was spooning with you again, enjoying the heat our bodies were sharing. I awoke late in the afternoon, three times celebrating this wonderful holiday. Waking up To the Glowing Star and Shining Beauty of the Woman I Love Day, I'd have to remember to mark it on my Calendar as the third Saturday in June. I was well on my way to it being my favorite day of the year so far. It wasn't really that it had been super special; it was that the day was living up to the name that I had given it and here I laid, still holding her naked body against mine. I couldn't wait for her to wake up and look at me. Her eyes bright and happy, her radiant smile, her heart pouring out in her every word, everything about her was exquisite. God really did break the mold when he made this wonderful creature in my arms. I traced my eyes along her every contour. Her soft round cheeks, her smooth and supple lips, up along the line of her jaw, around the lobe of her ear, down across her eyelids as they fluttered lightly while she dreamed. Here was a woman that was only for me to behold and I was so overcome with pride that the LORD made her for me. What I could do for her was anything she asked. I never wanted to give her everything she wanted. I wanted to give her everything she needed and make her dreams come true. I lay my head back down and listened to her breath, watching the rise and fall of her breasts as she lay facing me on her left side. I watched her lips part slightly and then close again. My eyes flowed up her face to her eyes, which were now open, looking at me, doing the same things I must have been doing moments ago, or was it hours? There was no telling, there was no memory of when I had started, no memory of how much light was pouring through the window. Besides, there was no light brighter than the light shining through her eyes. My heart was pounding through my chest. I had just fallen in love with her all over again. She saw a tear welling up in my eyes, and one came in her own and fell on her pillowcase before mine completely formed. We'd been like this since the day I prayed that the LORD ease her pain, that I would share her burden. There was nothing that would end that now. It was obviously around dinner time, we'd only been out of bed for at the most an hour today. I was hoping to keep it that way, but I knew to get her to fall in love with me again today would require something different, outside our bedroom.