0 comments/ 16593 views/ 12 favorites Rekindled Spirits By: LSanders Adam was lying on his bed. His eyes were closed, the house was quiet, and he was locked deeply onto his usual fantasy subject ... Cynthia Morales. Every encounter with Cynthia over the years had been carefully cataloged in his sense memory ... every touch, every smell, every sight. Adam may have been working on his doctorate in biochemistry, but his real expertise centered on two things: Cynthia and masturbating. Adam was a champion pole polisher. He masturbated so much that he once had a nightmare about looking into the mirror and seeing in his reflection that his body had morphed into the physique of Reggie from that movie, "Lady in the Water," with one bodybuilder arm and one puny arm. He awoke in a sweat, checked to make sure that nothing like that had actually happened, and engaged in one man tug-a-war until he drifted back to sleep. The center of it all was always Cynthia. Adam could describe every molecule of his treasure. Their families had lived next door to one another since second grade. In fact, Adam could still remember meeting her for the first time as a 7-year-old and feeling a strange acceleration in his heartbeat. The Morales family was moving in, and Cynthia had climbed the big maple tree in their front yard. She was sitting on a branch watching the movers with one leg hanging down, swinging. Adam ran out of his house on that bright, warm summer morning on his way to Danny Grange's house down the street. Cynthia turned at the sound of the door slapping shut, saw Adam, and called out to him. "Where are you running to?" Adam looked up and saw the raven-haired, coffee-skinned, tomboy sitting in the tree. His mouth fell open slightly. He stopped dead in his tracks and stared up at her. "You can speak English, can't you?" she inquired, since he'd become a statue. "Yeah, I can speak," he answered. "So?" "Nowhere ... just ..." "You're running at top speed to nowhere?" she asked, chuckling. Adam felt his face grow warm, but he was completely enchanted. He walked toward the tree, his eyes never leaving Cynthia. "Don't you ever run for no reason at all?" he asked. Still laughing at his discomfort, she answered, "No ... I never run unless I know where I'm going." She was making fun of him, but he didn't care. Cynthia asked if he'd like to share a branch, and Adam climbed the tree to sit on a branch next to her. The two of them sat in the tree and talked for most of the afternoon, getting to know each other. Meanwhile, Danny sat on his front stoop getting madder and madder at M.I.A. Adam until he finally had to leave for Little League practice on his own. Even at the tender age of seven, Adam could see the elements of the beauty Cynthia was to become. Her dark brown hair cascaded down her back and glinted in the sun. Her smart chocolate eyes never missed anything. Her high cheekbones sat majestically above full lips. And, her smile ... it was so dazzling it made the Sun hang its head in shame. The two became inseparable. They played together, had dinner at each other's houses, laid in their back yards on warm nights, staring up at the stars, and telling each other their thoughts and dreams. They shared their first kiss together. The first time Adam held a girl's hand, it was Cynthia's. He watched her grow from a skinny tomboy into a stunning teenager. He often sat in the dark corner of his room with all the lights off and stared out his window across the lawn into Cynthia's bedroom. He always felt ashamed at spying on his best friend, but he was too consumed with her to resist. A few times he'd caught glimpses of her changing. Once, when she thought he'd gone to his grandmother's house for the weekend with his parents, she'd left the curtains open when she walked in from the shower. Adam watched as Cynthia removed the towel from her body and sat naked in front of her dresser, drying her hair. He stealthily grabbed his camping binoculars and studied her body. Her breasts were beyond perfect. Her natural skin tone was so dark that she had only a faint tan line. The cones of her breasts rose regally above her slender waist. Her mahogany nipples jutted stiffly from her puffy areolas. Even though Adam had amassed a small library of Playboy magazines, none of those women could hold a candle to the vision occupying his viewfinder. When Cynthia finished drying her hair, she stood and walked to the window to let the cool night air wash over her. Adam, whose heart was hammering in his chest, thought it might just stop completely when he panned down her body to the dark patch of hair covering her sex. Cynthia put one foot on the window sill and went through a stretching routine. She loved the feel of the wind tickling her naked skin. It felt so erotic to be naked near the window, she thought. As she pushed forward, Adam zoomed the binoculars in on the outline of her pussy lips, flush and full, blossoming out from her dark curls. He was harder than he'd ever been in his life. He slipped on hand into his shorts to rub himself, but his eyes stayed glued to Cynthia. Sweat was running down his cheeks even though the fall air was crisp. He knew the images from this night would be stamped onto his brain in exquisite detail for as long as he lived. Cynthia moved from the window, turned off the overhead light, checked to make sure her bedroom door was locked, and moved to her bed. Only the soft night light on her nightstand illuminated her room. She propped up her pillows and lay on her back. She closed her eyes, and her hands moved to her sex, already slick with her juices. She used both hands to rub her pussy and to lightly tickle her inner thighs. The sight was too much for Adam, and he came in his underwear watching her. He momentarily lost his balance but righted himself quickly so he could continue spying. As Cynthia's body began to undulate, she reached up and began twisting one of her nipples. It was her right nipple, which Adam assumed was the more sensitive of the two. He made a mental note of that fact simply because knowing something intimate and secretive about Cynthia made him feel closer to her. He watched as her fingers probed her inner chamber. He watched until her body rose off the bed and stiffened and her lips parted in a sigh. He watched as her eyes clamped shut. He watched until her body became limp sank loosely into her covers. After a few moments, she reached up to turn off the night light, snuggled with her pillow, covered herself under two blankets and drifted peacefully to sleep. For a moment, Adam sat back motionless. He then moved to his bed, reached into the back of the top drawer of his nightstand, pulled out the gel that he often used when he masturbated, got a full box of Kleenex, and spent the next couple of hours replaying the scenes over and over in his mind. He came five times before his spent balls finally got a break. That night, he dreamed of sneaking Cynthia into his room, of dancing closely with her as they were both naked, of carrying her to his bed, and of making love to her. He kept his Playboy collection for awhile, but he never again fantasized about any woman other than Cynthia. Now, Adam was back in his childhood home, visiting his parents. Every time he was alone in his old room, he looked over at the house that Cynthia used to occupy and relived that magical night. Though he'd dated several women over the years and had many sexual encounters, no experience in his life had ever been as erotic as that night watching his dream girl in her bedroom. In the tenth grade, Cynthia's father had gotten transferred, and the family moved to another state. Adam and Cynthia missed each other terribly and called or wrote almost every day in high school. Over the years, however, their contacts grew less and less. Adam had just finished bringing himself off for the second time when the front doorbell rang. He quickly pulled up his jeans, washed his hands, and checked his hair briefly in his bathroom mirror before bounding downstairs to answer the bell. When he opened the door, the dark-haired woman whipped off her sunglasses and said, "Hi, Mrs ... Adam?" "Cynthia?" "What are you ..." they said simultaneously. Cynthia smiled and Adam melted just as he always did. "Shock, huh?" she asked. "Yeah, but a pleasant one! What brings you back to the old neighborhood?" he asked. "Well, believe it or not, I live near here again. I'm teaching literature and English at Valley Center." "You're kidding! That's so cool!" "Are you living back at home?" "No. Just visiting. I'm in grad school at Tech and just decided to use fall break to visit Mom and Dad. Wow ... I can't believe you're here!" She smiled again at his obvious delight in seeing her. "My Mom found a bunch of old photos of the two of us when we were kids, put them in an album, and made me promise to drop them off. She thought your Mom would get a kick out of them." "The photo queen ... are you kidding? She'll be in heaven." "Is she here?" "No. They've gone to my Aunt Maggie's for the weekend. Do you want to come in? I mean, do you have to be somewhere?" "No, it's just a lazy Saturday afternoon for me." Adam escorted her to the screened-in back porch and went to grab a pitcher of iced tea and some glasses. They started talking about the horror of moving away from each other and didn't stop talking until the Sun was low in the sky and they had reached the present day. Adam learned about her brief marriage to Will, who turned out to be a spouse abuser. Adam felt the veins in his neck bulge when he listened to her stories of Will screaming at her. When she related the incident that led to him hitting her, Adam's fists clinched, and he rose from his chair in anger. "I'm okay, Adam. I probably took more than I should have, but that one blow to the face woke me up. I left that night and never saw him again. Our lawyers settled the divorce for us." "Son of a bitch! I'd still like to kick his cowardly ass, Cyn!" She was surprised at the depth of his anger and walked over to him, taking his hand. "It's okay, Adam. Really. I was young and naïve enough to believe our love would make him want to change." She kissed his fingers and smirked as she asked, "Since when did you become such a tough guy, anyway?" His face softened as he turned to her. He looked directly into her eyes and replied, "When I heard about someone mistreating you. That's when." She was momentarily speechless as she surveyed the loving, caring look in his eyes. It had been a long time since anyone made her feel so safe and protected. She grabbed his upper arm and laid her head against his shoulder. "Next time, I'll send out the Bat signal." He turned and held her against his chest and replied, "Woe be unto anyone else that ever tries to hurt you, Cyn. I mean that." They remained in each other's arms for awhile before Adam broke the embrace to keep Cynthia from having a sudden encounter with his thickening penis. "I just realized that we've been together all day and haven't put anything in our stomachs except iced tea. Will you have dinner with me?" "How could I say no to my protector?" she teased. He grinned. "How about Nandino's? They still make the best pasta in town." "Only, it was spaghetti, not pasta, when we were kids." "True, but you can charge a lot more for pasta!" She laughed. "Then, off to the Batmobile!" Over dinner, Adam got into more detail about his relationship with Kate. "I don't really know to this day what it was. She's beautiful. She's smart. I had a great time with her. I ... I just got closer to the wedding day and felt like I was choking. I just couldn't go through with it. Yet, a part of me still loves her." "Which part?" Cynthia asked wryly. Adam laughed. "Okay, yes, she was terrific in bed ..." She arched her dark eyebrows. "... but, that's not what I meant. I loved her, but I realized I wasn't really in love with her, you know?" "Yeah, I do," she said getting serious. "I've had relationships like that. Who hasn't?" She took a sip of her wine and asked, "So, have you ever been in love?" Adam looked up slowly at her. He was dead certain about the answer, but he was terrified to say it. "I don't know. Maybe ... once." She wrinkled her brow and looked at him with her penetrating gaze. "Okay ... so who was it? Spill it." As Adam postulated his answer, the waiter reappeared. "How about dessert? The tiramisu here is legendary." Cynthia's dark eyes never left Adam's face. She answered, "Just a cappuccino, please." "Two," Adam added, looking at the waiter. He felt her eyes boring into him as he turned to meet her stare. "You never answered my question. Who'd you fall in love with?" Adam chortled nervously and rested his mouth against his hand. "I guess ... I ... you know ... well, I think I was in love with ... you." He glanced up nervously at watch her reaction. She hardly moved but did ask, "Was?" "Was ... is ... whatever." She stared at him for what seemed to Adam like an eternity. Then, she said, "We lived next door to each other for eight years, saw each other practically every day, and never in all that time did you say anything about how you felt. Why?" "'Cause you were ... you," he answered. Then, he figured since he'd opened the door, he might as well step all the way through it. "Cyn, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life ... Ever! I've memorized every minute detail of your face ... every wisp of hair, every trace of skin, every smile ... I can hear every sigh, every laugh. I know just how your lips press together ever so faintly when you think someone's full of shit. I've watched that twinkle appear in your eyes when you're plotting some sort of mischief. I've watched your eyes get misty when your Dad did something that made your Mom smile, and I've seen you light up like a Christmas tree at the sight of a puppy. Cyn, I ..." He suddenly stopped because he realized he was probably making a fool of himself. As she listened to Adam's outburst, felt his emotions wash over her, listened to his endless stream of feelings and memories come pouring out about her; she felt her throat tighten and her eyes grow moist. None of her other boyfriends or her husband had ever lavished her with so much passion ... so many loving thoughts ... about her. She'd never been the center of anyone's universe the way she felt she was right now for Adam. She was still finding it difficult to speak, so she reached out to hold his hand. Finally, when she'd regained a little of her composure, she asked, "Didn't you ever wonder how I felt?" "I wished ... I hoped ... I dreamed. I'm not sure if I ever let myself really wonder. It would have hurt too much if you didn't feel the same. So, I forced myself be content just being your best friend." She exhaled sharply and smiled a bit sadly. "I wish I'd known." It was now Adam's turn to stare. He felt his heart race as he asked, "So, did you feel anything ... you know ... for me?" She looked up at him and answered softly, "Yeah." Her answer hit Adam like a lightning bolt. He swallowed and asked, "What about ... now?" She slid over to him along the semi-circular booth, put a hand to his cheek, and kissed him gently. The waiter arrived about that time and set the cappuccinos down as quietly as possible before retreating with a smile. Adam felt his whole body tingle. He felt the hair on his arms and legs stand on end. He took Cynthia into his arms and kissed her softly and deeply. The restaurant ... the world ... it all melted away. When they finally broke their kiss, Adam looked at her with a straight face and asked, "Does that mean yes?" Cynthia burst out laughing so hard she had to pick up her napkin to wipe her eyes. The waiter took that opportunity to ask them if there was anything else. "Do you need anything else?" Adam asked her. "Hmmm ... let me see," she answered, moving her hand underneath the table to Adam's inner thigh and to his turgid dick. Adam sucked in his breath, and the waiter tried to hide his grin. "I'll be right back with your check," the waiter said. They walked out of the restaurant arm in arm. Neither said a word. In the car, Adam asked for directions to her house. "You did say your parents are gone for the whole weekend?" "Yes. Why?" She bit her lower lip. "I hope this doesn't sound weird or creepy, but the first time I make love to you, I'd like it to be in your old bedroom in the bed you had when we were kids. Is that demented?" Adam's grin threatened to split open his face. "That would be my greatest fantasy come to life, so no, there's nothing weird about that to me." When they arrived at his house, Adam held open the car door for her and did the same for the doors in his house. That simple act made her feel special and feminine. They walked up the stairs to his bedroom. Once inside, they hugged tightly and kissed more feverishly. Adam pulled his Polo shirt over his head and kicked off his dock shoes. Cynthia started to unbutton her shirt but was stopped by his hands. Trembling, he unbuttoned her shirt and laid it gently on a chair. Cynthia reached behind her to unclasp her bra. Adam was breathing hard when he pulled the pale yellow garment off her chest. Adam briefly closed his eyes, swallowed and took a deep breath. "You are so beautiful!" He tenderly took her right breast in his hand and felt her rigid nipple press against the tips of his fingers for the first time. They both closed their eyes and sighed. Cynthia's hands moved to Adam's jeans. She unbuttoned them and pushed them down his long legs. Then, she grabbed the top of his boxers and tugged them down to his ankles. She smiled and looked up at him in a combination of approval and lust as his meaty cock reached out to her. She used both hands to reach under his ball sack and scrape her fingers under them as she moved her hands up the entire length of his cock. She closed her eyes so she could concentrate on the veins, the ridges, and the heat. Adam closed his eyes and savored the touch of her soft hands upon him. Adam's began unsnapping her chino's and slid the zipper down. The pants fell past her slim hips and pooled on the floor. Adam swallowed again even though his mouth was desert dry and slid the pale yellow satin panties down her thighs. He saw that her once thick bush had now been closely cropped, and he ached to be inside her. They each stepped out of their garments, and Cynthia started to move to his bed. Adam grabbed her arm and pulled her to him. First, he wanted to feel all of their skin touch each other for the first time. He reached over and turned on some music and held her close and pressed his pulsing cock against her taut abdomen. She laid her cheek against his chest and pulled him in to her as they danced slowly. Adam then picked her up and carried her to his bed. He lay her so gently onto it, that it almost brought Cynthia to tears. She had always imagined that this was the way two people that really loved each other were supposed to act, but she'd never been with anyone who'd treated her with such kindness. He lay beside her and took her chin in his hand. "I love you, Cynthia. I love you with all my heart." A tear slid from the corner of her eye. She swallowed hard and nodded her agreement. He smiled as he brushed the dark hair from her face. He put his arms around her back and pressed their bodies together so he could again feel her touch all the way to his toes. Cynthia managed to squeeze her hand between their bodies just enough so she could wrap her fingers around his purple shaft. Adam kissed her deeply, hotly, longingly. He probed her sweet mouth, and she his. Their tongues danced and twisted around each other. Adam kissed her with such urgency that it was as if he was trying to consume her. As the heat between them grew, he began kissing her neck and her ear lobes. His hands roamed and pressed against her dark nipples. He bent down and took one of her them into his warm, wet mouth and nipped it. Cynthia leaned her head back, wondering how much more she would be able to take before she'd be forced to impale herself on the hard flesh she held in her hands. Rekindled Spirits Sensing her passion and her desperate need for relief, Adam slid down her body to taste the ambrosia that awaited him between her smooth thighs. He paused briefly to take in the majesty of her sexual flower. Her lips were full and dark and had already parted. Clear liquid oozed from her slick chamber and slid toward her anus. He kissed her inner thighs and put his hands under her firm butt cheeks. Cynthia was about to scream for him to hurry when he pressed is tongue against her silken gash and slowly licked up to her pearl. Cynthia gasped at the pleasure of his touch and clutched the bedspread beneath her. Adam spent the next few minutes moving his lips and tongue all around her sex, nipping and licking and tenderly pulling her engorged clit. Cynthia had never felt sexual feelings as strong as the ones Adam was bringing out in her. He played her like a fine instrument. As her breathing became more heated and ragged, Adam pushed two fingers slowly into her. "Oh, my God!" she screamed. He rubbed his finger tips back and forth along the ridges at the top of her heavenly chamber. Then, ever so gently, he sucked her bud against her tongue. "Oh, Jesus! Fuck!" she bellowed as a monstrous wave of pleasure swept her up and carried her to a place she'd never been. The intensity of the pleasure gripped her entire body as she pressed herself against Adam's tongue. Her hips thrashed, and Adam struggled to maintain contact. Finally, as the wave subsided, she relaxed, and Adam immediately broke from her hyper-sensitive clit. Slowly, he withdrew his fingers from her dripping channel and put them in his mouth to lick off her juices, which was a sight she found incredibly erotic. Cynthia lay there silently for several minutes trying to recover. Adam moved back to the head of the bed and kissed her lightly along her neck and chest. When she could finally respond, she grabbed his face, pulled it fervently to hers, and gave Adam a passionate kiss. "That was ... I don't even have a word for what that was. Fantastic, amazing ... none of those capture the feelings you just gave me. I've never felt anything like that before." Adam smiled. "I'm glad I did better than your other lovers." "No. I mean, no one's ever done that to me before," she said, still panting slightly. He looked at her curiously. "You mean, none of your other lovers ever ..." She shook her head no. "You've gotta be fucking kidding me! What kind of asshole turns down an opportunity to give pleasure to someone as beautiful as you? You look and taste like angels must look and taste!" She looked at him. "You mean that don't you?" "Hell, yes, I do! Cyn, you're everything I could ever want in life." Her eyes moistened again, and she said, "Adam, I want to return the favor very badly, but right now, I really need you inside me. Will you please make love to me?" He didn't say a word. He looked deep within her eyes and moved between her luscious legs. He kissed her foot with his eyes never leaving hers. Adam moved toward her and grabbed his cock to rub the tip up and down her sodden entrance, mixing his fluids with hers. She reached up and touched his face as he began slowly entering her. Adam held her hand to his cheek and kissed her palm. As he pressed forward, pushing inch-by-inch into her, he watched her face for the slightest signs of discomfort and always stopped to allow her body to adjust to his girth. "I've never loved anyone else, Cyn ... not like you." With a tear sliding from the corner of her eye, she whispered, "I know, my love." She swallowed hard. "I'm so in love with you right now that I can hardly breathe." Adam gradually began moving in and out of her. He watched her face, and he saw the beat of her heart in the artery of her neck when she leaned back. He felt the walls of her pussy squeeze him, and he positioned himself so she could rub her clit against his thick shaft as he penetrated her. He closed his eyes so his sense memory could capture every touch and every smell. Cynthia was overwhelmed. She had never felt so loved ... so treasured and certainly never from a man making love to her. All her other relationships now all seemed so childish, so immature. She had certainly never been made to feel this loved by Will. As her thoughts and feelings intermingled with the sheer animal passion Adam was unleashing within her, she grabbed him and held him as closely as she had ever held any human being. He sensed her feelings and put his hands under her back to return the embrace. Adam now concentrated on her breathing and rhythms. He was determined to make them cum at the same time, and he knew his feelings were so intense that he wouldn't last much longer. As he felt his balls start to tighten, he wet a finger and reached down to give her clit a gentle massage. At the same time, he took her right nipple into his mouth and sucked it hard, mashing it against his tongue. The combination was too much for Cynthia. She began panting, and her body began trembling. Adam picked his speed and allowed his body to do what came natural. Cynthia breathily blurted, "Oh, God. Oh, fuck, Adam!" Adam was now pounding her savagely. "Fuck me!" she screamed as her body grew tense. Adam's first blast of semen shot out of him with such force that he stopped breathing. He could no longer hold onto Cynthia's nipple as he gritted his teeth and clinched his eyes. Adam was now plunging in and out of her with incredible power, and Cynthia thrust herself against him. Their bodies collided with titanic force as wave after wave of pleasure engulfed them. Adam kept shooting stream after stream of sperm against her cervix, and Cynthia ground her red raw clit against the shaft of her lover until her body was no longer clenched. She had no idea how long her orgasm lasted, but it seemed like hours. Adam's balls were finally drained, and his movements ground to a halt. Adam had no more strength to move, and Cynthia refused to loosen her grasp of him, so he lay on top of her for the longest time. Only when his shrinking penis eventually slid out of her on a slick sea of fluid did Cynthia release her embrace. Adam rolled over on his back and pulled her onto his chest. She snuggled against him and laid her head over his beating heart. "I can't even begin to guess about how many times I've dreamt and fantasized about making love to you, but this ... Wow! ... This was a trillion times more amazing than anything I ever imagined," he said as he panted. "Jesus, Adam, you're an amazing lover. Fuck!" "Cyn, you know I can never, ever, ever, ever, ever let you out of my life again, don't you?" he asked as he hugged her tightly. "Adam, my love, you couldn't get rid of me now if you tried. I've known for a long time that I loved you, but I'm even more certain of it now, and I don't mean just because of the sex – which nearly blew my head apart! I mean the way you look at me and talk about me ... talk to me. I haven't had a lot of that in my life." He shook his head. "That seems so preposterous to me. How could any normal man look at you, get to know how special you are, and not fall hopelessly in love with you?" "Maybe they weren't supposed to," she answered. She looked up at him and added, "Maybe only you are supposed to see me that way." Adam snorted. "Yeah, maybe. All I know is you are the love of my life and always have been. To be honest, that's the real reason I couldn't go through with the marriage to Kate. She's a great person, but she wasn't ... you." She brought his hand to her lips and kissed it. She smiled. "Do you remember our first kiss ... Out in your back yard on that old swing?" "Like it was yesterday." "We were nine." "And scared to death that someone would find out." She chuckled. "Yeah. That's when I realized I loved you." "Nine, huh?" Cynthia looked down and noticed his penis was starting to swell again. "Tell me how disturbed I should be," she said. Adam wrinkled his brow. "Huh?" "We start talking about nine-year-old girls, and you start getting hard," she answered with one arched eyebrow. He picked her up so she was facing him. "It's not nine-year-old girls, Cyn. It's you ... whether you're nine, nineteen, or ninety." "Ninety? Really? You still expect to be doing this when we're ninety? Our bones will be creaking so loudly we'll wake up all the neighbors," she teased. "That's why nature plans ahead ... By then, we'll be far too deaf to hear!" She laughed. "So, when did you first fall in love with me?" she asked as she moved between his legs and started lightly licking and kissing his cock. "The first moment I laid eyes on you," he said as he closed his eyes and moaned in response to what she was doing to his member. "C'mom ... that's such a cliché. When did you really know?" He lifted her face up so he could look into her eyes. "I am serious. The first time I saw you sitting in that tree with your perfect 7-year-old leg dangling and your dazzling face looking down at me, I felt my heart start beating faster, and my chest felt warm. I had no idea what it was at the time, but over the years I've gotten those same feelings every single time you walk into a room or walk up behind me or wave at me and smile from across the yard. It happened again today when I opened the front door and saw you standing there. That feeling I got when I was seven has never happened again with any other woman." "If that's true, you're in even more serious trouble!" "Trouble? How could I be in trouble?" "Think of all the time we've wasted! Think about all the sex and mind-numbing orgasms we could have been having all these years! You've got a lot of explaining to do, Mister!" she said as she poked his ribs. He laughed. "Okay. You got me." "Yeah," she said quietly. "I do have you ... for always." "Remember to first thing you ever said to me ... the question you asked?" She searched her memory but answered, "No. Not really." "You looked down from that tree branch, asked me where I was running and gave me a hard time when I didn't have a good answer for you." "Oh yeah," she said with a smile. "I remember." "Now, I know that I was running to be with you." "You're going to make me start crying again." "Don't start crying. Save that for when we get married and have our first child and our second child and our 50th anniversary, and ..." "Is this a proposal?" "No, that I have to plan. That will have to be something that even our great-great grandchildren will be talking about. This," he said as he kissed her hand, "Is a promise ... that I will love you until the end of time ... that you are my lover, my best friend, my soul-mate." "I can live with that. So, are you ready for round two?" she asked, patting his erection. "Hell, yes!" "You men and your dicks ... you're always ready!" As he moved once more between her thighs and rested his cock against her slit, he touched her cheek and said, "She was a phantom of delight when first she gleamed upon my sight; a lovely apparition, sent to be a moment's ornament ..." She put her arms around his neck and said, "So, you think I'm that easy? Recite a little poetry, and you're gonna get lucky?" He took her hand and kissed it. "I already am the luckiest man alive just to be here with you." She reached down and redirected his cock so it its head pressed against her opening. "I've always been a sucker for romantics!"