1 comments/ 8236 views/ 0 favorites Amon & Laila By: lovely laila We found ourselves unexpectedly alone at the doorway, the rest of the party having already made their way upstairs. The dim lighting picked out the honey gold in your hair as you turned towards me, pausing with that half-smile. So soft-spoken as you quietly greeted me. I caught my breath and replied in kind, striving to hide the tremor in my voice. Your blue eyes searched mine, suddenly intent. I gazed up into your face, heedless of my expression, seeking answers in your own countenance. Warm and insistent, your sudden grip on my wrist sent a shock straight through me. You pulled me back through the garage without another word. I stumbled after you as we headed silently around the side and into the rarely used backyard. They'll notice we're gone; I had time to think foolishly, as you tugged me closer, a warm beacon in the sudden chill of the evening. My breath came in hot flashes as I fought to keep calm. You pulled me into your arms and your hands cupped my face, lips closing over mine. The utter sweetness of your kiss made my knees buckle, and I grasped onto your arms without thinking, steadying myself. You chuckled low in your throat, a satisfied, very intimate sound and your hand reached to cup the back of my neck. Your tongue soft and warm as it explored my mouth delicately, you tugged at my lips, sucking the bottom one gently into your mouth and I shuddered under your touch with delight. We broke apart, breathing heavier, your blue eyes steady on mine, smiling, smiling with a maelstrom of emotions I could not begin to define. I can't imagine the expression my face held as you finally pulled our bodies into full contact. We fit together like two puzzle pieces snapped firmly in place, my shoulder under your arm, head tucked under your chin, your arms came around the outside as mine snaked around your waist, I could feel the bulge of your desire against my hip, and I couldn't help it, I whimpered a little, trying to burrow closer. "Oh where…. Where did you come from?" You whispered softly into my hair, pressing a kiss there as your hands roamed my body freely, squeezing and massaging. I tilted my head back and met your gaze again, searching, searching, the vulnerability cutting me so deep. I leaned in until our noses brushed and made the only reply I could. "Where have you been?" You chuckled and tangled both hands in my hair, claimed my mouth again. I shuddered, the intense pleasure I felt at your nearness overtaking me, gasping your name into the kiss. We broke apart, breathing heavily, and there was a new gleam in your eye. "Let's get out of here. Let's go." you whispered, a sexy grin dimpling your cheeks. Oh God, I thought, I am going to lose it with this man. All I could do was nod in helpless agreement; I laced my fingers in yours and turned towards the gate. "Wait," you pulled me back just as they began calling my name. "They'll find us here, we should meet later..." we both said in unison, than stopped, gaped foolishly. I shook my head slowly in amazement and you nodded once, planting another quick kiss on me. I held up my hand and whispered "Wait, and come out in a safe amount of time… I've got it covered." I raised my voice, drunkenly "I'm peeing!! Hold on a minute!" Sounds of laughter and jibes floated from the front door, but nobody came back. You grinned in appreciation as I winked and stumbled convincingly back to the front. Oh there would be a later all right. Almost 15 minutes passed before you reappeared and by then the next round of drinks had been toasted, drunk, and were in the process of being refilled. You'd cleverly stopped at the store to get more mixers; I was proud of myself, I did not meet your gaze too overtly over the rest of the evening, but I burned in every part for your touch on me again. Hours later, as people drifted off to their own intimate corners, you crossed the short distance and plopped onto the couch next to me, shoulder to shoulder, giving me a look. I met your gaze, smiled coolly and asked if you were having a good time. You grinned and tilted your head imperceptibly towards the door. Dare I go? I shivered all over and I know you felt it too, because your gaze sharpened and I couldn't help the flush that heated my cheeks. Wordlessly, I nodded and tried to keep my face serene. In the parking lot, I had a silent conversation with myself waiting for you as you walked around the car to unlock the door for me. I could feel the heat of you as you leaned over me, and I could not help pressing a soft kiss just along your jaw line. Your eyes gleamed in the dark as you handed me into the car, a gallant gesture to be sure, and I scooted over to unlock your door for you as you walked back to the driver's side. Your grin of appreciation had a decidedly wicked glint as the engine purred to life. "I do appreciate manners in a lady." you drawled and we grinned like monkeys as you pulled onto the freeway. "Where are we going?" I finally asked, it dawning in me that I had no idea where we were heading. "I have a place, is that ok?" you looked concerned suddenly, as if I wouldn't want to go anywhere with you. I smiled and traced my finger along your eyebrow, "Yes." I said simply. You smiled down at me and brushed my cheek with the back of your fingers. "Those eyes will be the end of me." You whispered. Your place was a spectacular lake house, built with a private dock complete with a boat; an expansive, tastefully appointed hideaway. I gasped like a child, standing in the foyer as you smiled, watching me take it all in and enjoying my enjoyment of it, in all its purity. I turned to you, eyes shining, "It's so beautiful…" I trailed off; the heat in your eyes stopped me mid-phrase. You crossed the short distance and your mouth came down hard on mine, bruising in its intensity. I gasped under the onslaught, and then moaned as your tongue invaded my mouth, capturing mine and dancing in a frenzy that matched your insistent hands on my hip pulling me close, on the small of my back, cupping, teasing the soft flesh at the base of my spine. I shuddered as a few spasms shook my womb, bolts of electricity shooting out concentrically from my core. Oh Amon. Your hard arousal was insistent pressing into my belly and again we stood as if we fit together. I wanted to weep suddenly, joy and fear and desire all mingling together to form a knot in my chest. Your kisses turned soft, sweet, lingering, clinging, gentle lips nibbling, oh, just so along my jaw and down my neck and collarbone. I stood anchored by your hands, swayed under this new torrent of emotion as my heat rose. You paused, returned to my lips for another leisurely exploration, and by then I was losing my grip on myself. You knew, your caress became bolder, possessive, imprinting your touch on my skin. Everything you asked for, I gave. Every movement echoed, it was as if we melded together seamlessly in a dance only we were aware of. Curves filling concave, we moved instinctively. My every nerve was on fire with your touch, the crotch of my panties thoroughly soaked when you fingers finally found their way. I moaned and sank my teeth lightly into your shoulder as you ran your finger lovingly over the soaked material, tracing my lips. We still hadn't moved from the foyer yet. You urged me closer still, hands pressing; I could feel the hard knob of your arousal. I wrapped my legs around your waist, gripping your shoulders hard as I straddled you. Lust masked your face for a moment as you grasped me by the buttocks firmly and ground me down on your hard bulge. "This is what happened to me that night, when we first met." You whispered hoarsely, your breath hot against my ear as you carried me towards the couch. "Thank god I could hide it behind the newspaper." You laughed shakily; I squeezed your waist with my legs, moaning into your neck as you continued, "All I wanted to do that night was drag you off; kind of how I did tonight," we laughed together and I drew back to look into your eyes just as I felt the soft cushions of the couch beneath my back. You knelt between my legs, dangling from the couch and leaned over my body, trapping my shoulders beneath your hands. I adjusted my hips, grinding them wantonly against your pelvis, felt your sharp intake of breath, a warning look in your eye. "Now, now…" I grinned impishly, grinding once more extra slow and took my time so you could really feel the sopping wet heat of me against you. "Mmm…" I moaned, and caught my lower lip between my teeth, this was getting out of control. "I want you to know something.." I breathed. I could feel your pulse against me, beating against my clit and shivered with pleasure. It made what I was about to say go right out of my head. You watched me, listening carefully. "I.. I never do this." Your eyes turned tender, I didn't expect that. "Beautiful," your smile was like a sunrise "I know." I hoped you meant it. I struggled to formulate a reply, stunned by the sweetness of the moment. You moved off of me, and held out your hand to help me up. I took it, pleased by its firm warmth and the way you effortlessly launched me to my feet. I felt like a doll in your arms and it was a new, rather pleasant sensation. Your eyes were grave as you kissed my hand and tucked into the crook of your arm. "How rude of me, can I offer you something to drink?" I gathered my composure, and answered by pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "Yes." I answered simply. Your eyes were amused. You led me to the kitchen, where I perched on a stool while you poured us two glasses of a very good red wine and we caught our breath. I burned inside, sitting just a little too far away from you, while we talked about a surprising array of things that we had in common. I wanted to feel you touch me again. I cleared my throat. "You made me nervous, that night." I said, your eyes were intent on me, you knew instantly what night I was referring to. "I was trying to invite you to join us, not necessarily for the premise I began the conversation under." I blushed foolishly and looked up to find you grinning like your head would split apart. "You know," you mused, eyes glinting, "I sort of suspected as much." I mock punched you, laughing as you caught me in your arms, tight against you. My breathing sped up again as your touch ignited a path to my core. You gasped something into my hair as my hand floated up to brush your shoulder, my head tilted back as our lips met again, slowly, filled with promises I shivered all over to contemplate. Your graveness almost undid me as you calmly pulled me to my feet and softly spoke. "Will you still respect me in the morning?" I laughed helplessly, the tension breaking like a dam as tears of mirth slipped down my cheeks. Clinging to you, I dragged your head down and kissed you thoroughly, taking my time and enjoying the control as you stood pliant under my touch. I traced a path with my lips to your collarbone, over to the part of your shoulder I'd bitten before, breathing my hot breath through the cotton weave of your shirt. You hissed between your teeth and took a step back abruptly, breath coming fast. "You want to see the rest of the place?" you bit out huskily. I nodded mutely, not trusting my voice. You grabbed the opened bottle of wine and our glasses, led me up the stairs, your cheeks flushed. The master bedroom was stunning, as fitting as its surroundings. An entire wall was given away to glass, huge skylights and glass doors leading to the large private deck outside. An enormous king sized bed dominated the room, draped in an immaculate white bedspread and carpets strewn on the hardwood floor. I wandered dazedly into the center of the room, turning in a circle, feeling foolish to be gawping like a fish. I tried belatedly to gather my composure. "It's lovely, truly." I said softly, daring a glance at you. You were leaning against the doorway, watching me with a secret smile. What was going on in that head of yours? You crossed the room and led me out onto the balcony, where we stood shoulder to shoulder against the railing, breathing the night air and admiring the expansive view of the lake, a million stars spangling the velvet sky above us. "It's a room." You replied, at length, swirling your wine in your glass and giving me that sexy half-smile. "You, however, give that definition a new depth." I smirked a little about to make some sassy retort but you stopped me, a soft finger against my lips, leaning closer, "I mean it." I blushed, I hate compliments, but you weren't done yet. "You stun me." I met your gaze, cheeks flaming. "Amon," I started but your lips were on mine again, urgent and hot, your hands coming hard around my waist. You pulled me back inside, leaving the doors wide open as you led me to the bed. "Lilly," you whispered, as we lay down together, "I won't do anything you don't want me to." I gazed up at you, fear and desire naked in my gaze. Oh, I wanted to. You cupped my cheek, and you breath came faster as our bodies fit together on the soft white bedspread. I nuzzled into you, seeking your mouth, moaning as our lips met once again. "Will you stay with me tonight, Laila?" I shivered at the sound of my name on your lips, as you breathed the words against my mouth. The ache inside was growing unbearable, I knew I was losing control, that it was too soon, but my body and my heart betrayed me. The heat between us left me dizzy; there was a buzzing in my ears. You ran your hand lightly over me, teased my nipple to a slow peak, massaging that sore spot on my hip there. How did you know my body so well already? I shuddered with pleasure and you continued to work out the tension, flipping me around to find some new source of soreness. You clicked your tongue at each new knot that your clever fingers would find. You found all of them. I grew lightheaded from the wine and the serious attention my body was getting, until I lay languidly under your touch, sprawled gazing up at you from half lidded eyes, practically begging to be fucked. I'd never felt so good in my life, alive, tingling all over with pleasure and anticipation. I never thought I would feel this rush of attraction, this infusion of emotion. It'd been so long I really thought that part of me was dead, or just a myth. Your kisses turned from an intricate dance one minute to something deeper, almost primal. You plundered my mouth with your tongue, pinning me to the bed with your body and rubbing against me. Your blue eyes glowing into mine, joy, lust, a million other emotions mixed in. I kissed you back whole heartedly, throwing my whole being into it. It felt like coming home. I whimpered in the back of my throat, and tried to impale myself on the bulge in your pants. You laughed, rubbing it against me, taunting me. Is this what you want? I gasped aloud as I felt your lips close around my nipple through the fabric of my shirt. Heat and pressure and tingles shot through my body, and I swear I almost came right then. I grasped you by the shoulders and moaned as your long fingers found the apex of my thighs, pressed into the wetness there. Oh God, I thought, as you smiled against my breast and kissed your way down my stomach as I tangled my fingers into your blonde hair. Your teeth grabbed the hem of my shirt, lifting it up until I wiggled out of it, leaving me in my bra. You stopped and gazed down at me for a moment, drinking in the sight of me, before continuing, unbuttoning my jeans and sliding them down my narrow hips, trailing your lips down my bare legs after them, sending delicious shivers all over me. I gasped your name again, more urgently this time, and tugged at your shirt, wanting to feel your skin against mine. Effortlessly, you slid out of your shirt, and I fumbled at your waistband, trying to get your pants off. You laughed softly and made short work of it, your arousal poking into my belly as you scooped me into your lap. "Mmm…" you whispered, "You smell delicious." I grabbed your hand and guided it to my breast, as my hand found its way inexorably between your legs. It must have been at least 8 inches, its thick, veiny mushroom head leaking pre-cum onto my fingers. I made a guttural sound in my throat, licking my lips and meeting your gaze again. You were drinking in the sight of me with your dick in my hand. I smiled wryly, leaned forward and gave it a long sensual lick. I watched your eyes drift shut and a flush crept up your neck to your cheeks. "I want to fuck you." I whispered against you, before taking you into my mouth with long smooth strokes, milking you with my tongue, my throat and lips. My hand moved silkily on your shaft, grasping firmly and pumping it while I explored every inch of you. You shuddered beneath me and I savored your salty taste, your unique scent. "If you keep that up, I won't last long," you warned me quietly, so I backed away, giving you one last lick before lying back, smiling dreamily up at you. "Me next?" I inquired playfully, and pushed my panties down to my knees, exposing my well trimmed pussy to your hot gaze. I felt so vulnerable then, open to your questing eyes. You pulled my soaked panties the rest of the way off, spread my legs and just looked at me for a long moment, an inscrutable expression on your face. I opened my mouth to speak when you dipped down suddenly and licked my entire bottom. It shocked and aroused me, how sudden and controlled your movements were. Before I could truly react, your tongue found my clit and my world exploded in pleasure. Waves and waves rushed over me as you pushed a finger into my pussy, probing for that spot. I bucked, arching my back and thrusting my hips wantonly into your face, I couldn't help it. You moaned, the vibration setting off new waves of pleasure, and I sobbed out your name urgently, feeling the tide rise. I had to have you in me, right then. I pulled at your shoulders, trying to drag you the rest of the way up my body to finally join with me. You withdrew your finger, lifted your head to smile up at me lazily. Your tongue traced a path over my lips, poking deeply into my soaking wet hole before withdrawing, and you slid all the way up my body, never losing contact with my clit as you fit your knob to my tight opening. "Laila," you breathed my name, reaching down between my legs to softly rub my clit. I tried to spread my legs impossibly wider and begged for you to fill me, my voice gone ragged. "Please, please, please," I chanted, thrusting against you and moaning. "Amon, fuck me now." You complied, turning my cheek to stare into my eyes as you entered me inch by delicious inch. The sensation was indescribable; it was like being complete for the first time, that's how perfectly we fit. Every empty aching part, filled with you. You didn't break our gaze as you began to pump into me smoothly, going deeper each time, admiring the flush of pleasure building in my whole body. I gasped, amazed at the feelings rushing through me as your finger moved on my clit again. I bucked helplessly under you, moaning and still staring deeply into your eyes as I climaxed again, shaking soundlessly with it, the breath escaping my lungs in a whoosh as my eyes drifted shut. You picked up the rhythm mercilessly, pounding into me as I came apart under your touch again and the series of shivers triggered your own climax as you buried yourself to the hilt in me and allowed my eager pussy to milk every bit of come from you. I gasped again as you collapsed on top of me, breathing hot against my neck. I could feel you still inside me, our pleasure leaking out around you. Not wanting to ruin the bedspread, I tried to roll away. "Hey, where are you going?" you sounded bewildered. I looked at the spot where I had been laying and felt around for a wet spot. There was a huge one. Amon & Laila Ch. 02 I woke up to your mouth against my shoulder, pressing soft kisses along my collarbone and up my neck to lazily capture my lips. Without opening my eyes, I snuggled deeper into you, our legs entwined, the firm heat of your chest crushing against my softness. Your arms pulling me closer, closer; I gasped for air when your mouth finally released mine. My eyes opened, and your face swam into focus, blue eyes amused and tender. "Good morning." I grinned up at you impishly, "It's turning out to be!" Your chuckle rumbled deep in your chest as you gave me a squeeze. I laughed because it awoke another need in me, and I scooted out of the bed, laughing again at your growl of protest. After answering the call, I wobbled back into the room on aching legs to find you leaning back against the headboard, watching me and smiling. Climbing back into bed, I pressed my lips softly to your throat as you inhaled sharply. The room was bright from the expansive glass, which allowed the morning sunlight to stream in. It was almost too bright to bear, but I turned my head anyway, nestled against your shoulder as I gazed out at the deep cloudless blue sky. We lay entwined for a while, and I allowed my hand to roam freely, fingers trailing feather-light up your neck and across your jaw, tracing the shell of your ear and down again, down to the hollow of your throat. Your breathing changed slightly under my ear, as I slid my palm down your chest and rested it, teasingly on your stomach. "Amon," You slid your hand to the base of my spine, fingers splayed out to get a firmer grip on my backside. "Mmm?" Those fingers began kneading into me, stirring me with memories of last night. A little moan escaped me as you pulled me on top of you. My legs fell naturally to either side of your waist, the tip of your cock bulged against my pussy, rubbing the sudden moisture that sprang there. A molten feeling I didn't know I was capable of radiated out from my center and I quaked from the sudden desire that left me breathless. Your grip on my hips tightened, controlling, and I pressed my lips to yours, tongue darting in to duel with yours as you pressed me down, I felt the bulge of your head go in slowly, so controlled. I quivered, clamped my knees tightly against your sides and tried to push down harder, coaxing you deeper, pleading now. My pussy convulsed, trying to pull you in further, and you rewarded me by pulling out and then thrusting in to the hilt. Instinctively, I ground my hips against yours, drawing a shuddering breath as you bottomed out inside me. My nails bit into your arms as you withdrew almost all the way again, and began to stroke in and out, penetrating deeply. Your mouth swallowed my cry as you increased the pace, and I half sat up, your grip supporting me as I rode you, arms rising up to grip the headboard, my eyes locked on yours. Shifting my hips, I ground my clit against your pubic bone. You guided my hips faster and faster, rising up to meet my downward thrusts as I shuddered towards a climax. I squeezed my eyes shut as it overtook me, my body stiffened as your hard cock pounded into me again and again. My shuddering pussy milked the length of you, and I cried out at the unbelievable pleasure of it. I could feel you shaking beneath me as my spasms finally triggered your own release and you twitched as you shot deep inside of me. I collapsed onto your chest again, still shivering and you wrapped your arms tightly around me, holding me close. I could feel our pulses race against each other, my head tucked in the crook of your shoulder. I nuzzled your neck, pressing soft kisses there. You stayed inside of me, not shrinking one bit and I reveled in being filled by you. Replete, I shivered with more pleasure shocks, my walls rippling around your rigid dick. You gasped, surprised, as it happened again. Your breath was hot against my forehead as you whispered to me. "That feels amazing." I could only nod as I shuddered again with waves of pleasure as you began to move smoothly into me again. Laying flat against you, my clit never left contact with your stomach and I locked my legs against you for a better grip. You moaned my name, and bent your head to capture my lips as I rocked my pelvis slightly, adjusting the angle to get you more deeply inside. I gripped your shoulders urgently and your eyes gleamed into mine as I found myself flipped over, the soft sheets pressing into my back again. You grinned down at me as you let your eyes roam all over my flushed body, never ceasing your pounding rhythm. My pussy contracted again and again as you sent me over the edge and I gasped your name as I shook with it. You buried your face into my neck and truly fucked me then, your breath hot against me, your hair tickling my cheek. I continued to come, it was like I had reached this plateau of pleasure and I hovered there, able to breathe but just barely. I arched helplessly to meet your thrusts. I screamed out something unintelligible, tears springing from my eyes and it was only a moment longer until you stiffened and spent yourself inside of me with a groan. We lay there, out of breath for a moment, your fingers twined through my hair. I welcomed the weight of you, the feel of you still inside me. I wondered idly if we could stay that way all day and as if reading my mind you pulsed within me again and my pussy clenched around you in return, another aftershock. "Mmmm, Amon." I breathed and chuckling, you withdrew. The air was cool against my throbbing pussy, bereft of you. You drew back, taking in the sight of my swollen red lips. We had fucked the entire morning away; the sun was high overhead. "I'm starved," you announced, "let's make breakfast." I stretched luxuriously on the bed, enjoying the heat of your gaze on me. "Ok." You got up then, leaving me alone on the expansive bed to cross the room and disappear through a doorway. I heard the sounds of water running and finally sat up. The view was beautiful, even from the bed, so I enjoyed it a moment longer, before getting up to retrieve my clothing. You came back in dressed in loose-fitting shorts, smiling to see me as I was struggling into my bra. "What about this?" I looked over and saw a white robe draped from your hands. Sighing with relief, I unlatched the cursed brassiere and hefted it into the corner. Laughing at my vehemence, you opened the robe gallantly for me as I shrugged into it. The silky texture felt heavenly against my skin as you wrapped it carefully around me and even tied the sash with a loose knot, your warm hands tracing down my body, pressing me against you. I shivered; why is it I can't stop quivering like a bowl of Jell-O around you? I leaned back into your embrace, drinking in the feel of you. You pushed my hair to the side with one hand and pressed a warm kiss to the nape of my neck, before urging me towards the door. "Let's go." My stomach grumbled, reminding me how hungry I was so I let you guide me downstairs and back to the kitchen. You couldn't stop touching me and I couldn't stop smiling at it. Without a word, we both instinctively divided up the breakfast duties; you rummaged in the fridge while I searched the pantry for pans and seasonings. In short order, we had a delicious breakfast ready, and dug in with gusto, washing it down with coffee and fresh OJ. You regarded me over the rim of your glass, "What do you want to do today?" I toyed with a bit of toast on my plate and gazed out at the sunshine streaming in the windows. "Something outside," I mused, "it's too gorgeous out not to." Indeed it was an exceedingly lovely day; the noon sun had warmed it up to a pleasant upper 80's, a great day for the lake. You nodded agreeably, finishing off your coffee. "There are extra suits in the main closet by the laundry," you informed me, "something will probably fit, unless you'd rather go au natural…" you looked extremely hopeful at this prospect, comically so. I giggled and waggled my forkful of eggs at you, "No, no, monsieur," I replied impishly, before taking my last bite. "I choose to take my chances with a hand me down." Crestfallen, you sighed deeply, wiping your lips and standing. "Well, I have to run to the store to grab a few things, I should be back in half an hour or so. Make yourself at home, use my shower, be nosey, it's ok." I quirked an eyebrow at you, amused, as you continued. "All the shower stuff is in the main cabinet in the bathroom, clean towels, etc." I nodded, gathering up our plates and setting them in the sink for a quick clean up later. "Thanks, Amon." I said softly, rinsing our dishes and I felt you come up behind me. Your hands snaked around my waist, pulling me back into your heat again. That slow burning desire ignited again and goose bumps broke out from the sensation of your hot breath on my neck. "You are quite welcome." You sounded amused. "Is there anything you want from the store?" I mulled it over, couldn't think of anything specific, so I shook my head. Turning in the circle of your arms to rest my hand against your chest, I gazed up at you. "Just get whatever strikes you," I finally said, "I'm sure it'll be great." You grinned down at me. "You're too trusting, I might like peanut butter and horseradish sandwiches," You teased, hands rubbing warmly against me, coaxing me closer. Laughing, I leaned up into you and pressed my lips softly to yours. Slowly and sensually, we explored each others mouths until I whimpered against you. You drew back, smiled down at me and cupped my cheek softly, running your fingers down to my shoulder, teasing the neck of my robe. "Careful, or we won't be going anywhere, today…" You grinned. We kissed again, a quick smiling peck, and then you were gone. I went straight a way to the shower, finding all that I needed was stashed very neatly in the cabinet. The bathroom was just as beautiful as the rest of the house, with a wall of glass blocks for privacy. Another wall of blocks made up the enormous shower wall, a curving expanse of glass with beautiful gray marble inside. There was a large jetted tub as well and my mind wandered over the possibilities that entailed as I soaped myself up. My pussy throbbed with a sudden aftershock and I had to lean against the wall for a minute, fighting dizziness. The effects of this morning's and last night's affairs left me wobbling, rarely used muscles protesting. I pictured your face hovering above mine, blue eyes filled with light as I was filled completely with you. My body could not stop shaking with emotions I dared not think about. I didn't think it was only because I had found an amazing lover, but because I knew, deeply somehow, that we had connected for a reason. There was something very different about you, about how we reacted to each other. How we fit together. It had been mind-blowing sex, yes, but also something else. I didn't know what. Steadying my breathing, I rinsed off, wiped water from my eyes and sat on the marble bench to shave my legs. The masculine scent of your shave cream filled the air. Unbidden, your face, your sexy smile, the feel of your hands running over me rose up in my mind. Oh. I paused, catching my breath, my clit pulsing as I remembered your mouth there. I finished my toilette and slipped on the simple white triangle top bikini. It fit perfectly, and I wondered whose it was. I didn't really know anything about you, I realized, as irrational jealousy closed my throat. Maybe it was just an animal attraction? I worried at my lower lip, thinking about it. Why do I do this to myself? I wondered and shook myself like a dog. Pace yourself, sweetheart. Still, I hoped it wasn't your girlfriend's. Slipping the white robe back over me, I toweled my hair dry and ran a comb through. Satisfied, I decided to take your words to heart and explore the rest of the place. The house was set on a wide peninsula of land, jutting out into the lake, so each bedroom had its own spectacular view. The second bedroom was awash in light, with it's own patio as well. It was slightly smaller than the master, yes, but still enormous, with a lovely private bath. The third and fourth bedrooms shared a bath and were about the same generous size; it was amazing, the architecture. All of the rooms were tastefully decorated, some funky touches thrown in here and there, speaking of world travel and fine education. I ran my hand over the smooth dark wood of the armoire as I passed and looked up to find you standing in the doorway. You smiled so warmly, all the doubts flew out of my head as I froze in place. "Hey." "Hey yourself," you grinned, holding up a bag. "I got you a present." "No you didn't!" I goggled at you. "Yes." You waggled the bag, "Do you want it or not?" I pretended to think, and with a mock growl you advanced on me threateningly. "Okay, yes, please!" I shrieked, laughing as you grinned evilly. "You brat," you swooped down to kiss me hungrily and I molded my body to yours, kissing you back just as hard. When we broke apart, there was a new gleam in your eye. "Are you ready to go?" I nodded and slipped the robe off, letting it pool at my feet. Your eyes widened as I did a slow turn, "Whose is this, anyway?" I kept my voice and my face neutral, but your gaze turned amused. "My brother's girlfriend. It looks better on you, though." "Oh right," I remarked, "but you're supposed to say that." "True," you affected an air of concern, twirling your finger to indicate that I spin around again; "let me get another look." "I think you've seen enough," I giggled and slipped back into the robe. Your groan of disappointment sent me into further gales of laughter. You took my hand and tugged me out the door, lacing your fingers with mine. I asked "what is it?" all the way down the stairs and back to the kitchen, but you laughingly refused to tell me. I had thought the present was in the bag you were holding, you sly, sly man. My jaw dropped. On the bar was a lovely pewter picture frame and in it was picture of us from the party last night, our arms wrapped around each other. I remembered that moment acutely; it had been our first real chance to touch each other. The romanticism of it took my breath away, my heart swelled absurdly. "Digital." You grinned, pleased at my reaction and I slipped into your arms again, lifting my chin to meet your gaze. "Amon." My voice broke on your name and you hand rose up to cup my cheek. I leaned into your touch; my eyes shut with pleasure as you bent your head and kissed me hungrily. I melted into you, our bodies fitting just right. Your lips teased and nibbled at me, your tongue darting in to tangle with mine. When we finally broke apart, breathing heavily, you grinned wickedly. "Great, it's working!" I shrieked, laughing and started chasing you. We made it all the way back to the couch before you turned abruptly and caught me in your arms. I snuggled up close, not fighting anymore, and we fell backwards onto the couch together. We caught our breath and I rested my cheek against your shoulder. "I think that's probably the most romantic thing anyone has ever done." I said quietly, my voice still a little rough. "That's a shame." you whispered back, your breath fanning my hair. We lay that way for a long moment, content to be back in each other's arms. Then, "Do you want to go for a boat ride?" "Sure," I grinned. We disentangled our limbs and you pointed at the large cooler next to the door. "It's all packed and ready to go." I kissed you again, lingeringly, smiling when you opened your eyes. "Let's go." I said softly.