The Angel by Orca The rain came down a little bit harder. 'Humidity, ah, let's see, pretty much 100%', he mumbled to himself, stepping into another mini-lake. Didn't matter, there was more water slopping around in his shoes than there was in the puddle. He hated the self-pity, but it kind of leaked out. 'Same old shit. Always happens. When will it ever change? Why does it always have to turn out like this, why do I always live in a fantasy? Just give me one good reason I am here'. These thoughts weren't new to him. They were constant companions, in fact. He tried to live his life day after day, and it seemed that this is how they end up. A long, lonely, remorseful walk. Another in a long string of misadventures terminated sadly today. The worst part was when she laughed at him. Her reaction took him completely by surprise. Plans made, smiles, happiness and pleasant thoughts all on reserve, weren't needed now. How could he perceive something so strongly, something that really wasn't there? Was he misguided? Did he rush things, make hasty assumptions, or perhaps did she lead him on and at the convenient moment yank the rug out from under him. Whatever, either way he ended up on this lonely old road walking aimlessly. Just like before. Though today's drenching is a extra treat, a departure from the ordinary. Actually, he didn't mind the rain. The soaking really felt like a catharsis, helped him to lose his frustration and sense of futility. His despair spilled down his shoulders, over his back and dripped off his cuffs with the rain water. 'Good'. His thoughts became softer. Looking to his left, in the fast-moving stream running along the street gutter, he saw a duck. A duck just sitting there happily paddling along. He thought that was so out of place, so far from a forest or natural body of water. Didn't seem to bother the duck, it just paddled along, oblivious to the infrequent cars or to the depressed soul pondering its existence. Looking at the duck, a comforting thought sparked. 'Hey, maybe this is one of those little signs that someone is watching over me, someone does care about me'. A smile slowly spread across his face and he raised his eyes skyward into the rain. "Thank you", he whispered, knowing his gratitude was heard. Water streamed over his face cascading past his cheeks. One of those trails had not come from the sky. His hunger made itself known. With a little shiver, he looked around and saw very little lights along either side of the street. A large leaf, riding the wind, slapped his face and stuck there. He pulled it off, and continued walking. Half an hour later, he found himself lost. Completely. The relaxed feeling, the tiny boost given to him by the little duck were already memories. Frowns spouted now. Looking around, small concession, he saw a dim yellow little in the window of a small storefront. Crossing the street, recognized the place as some Italian eatery. Too much work to read the name on the sign, he stepped right up to the door, grabbed the handle, pushed as he walked forward and bashed his nose in the glass of the door. Puzzled, he pushed harder but the door wouldn't budge. He shook the handle, which had no inclination to allow him passage. He sighed to himself, 'See, this is it, all over again, I can't catch a break at all. Even a damn door hates me'. He really let the door handle have it now, pulling and yanking on it and cursing at it for good measure. He didn't notice the apron appear on the other side, not until he heard the tapping on the glass. Looking up, he saw a hand wiggling a "Closed" sign, the very one he missed when he hurriedly rushed the handle. He stood there and sighed. Feeling completely beaten. He just wanted a little something to eat. He stood there for a rather long time, thought the hand. He looks so sad, could it be that he had really, desperately wanted some spaghetti? It looked a little more than that. The hand felt sorry for the dripping man, it reached for the handle and flipped the lock. The door opened inward and the hand beckoned to the man. He crinkled his brow and peered at the hand, curling a finger inward. Suddenly, the hand disappeared into the darkness and he heard a voice. "Well are you hungry? Do you want to come in or what?" He thought the voice was a bit perturbed, but in it he heard a delicate grace. Such sweetness. He forgot his troubles a moment and was able to motorvate into the doorway. "I'm sorry", he said, "I was really hungry and I saw the light on and I just tried to come in. I didn't see the sign". "Well, I'm closed. I was just cleaning up and hadn't finished up front yet. I thought the door was going to shatter. I saw you standing out there, you looked so . . ., well I thought you could use something to eat. All I have is spaghetti, it is still hot, but that's all". "Thanks, that would be wonderful". "Well, come back here by the kitchen. You can sit here, I'll bring you some bread and some wine". He sat at the table and his gaze followed the hand and the beautiful women to whom it belonged. He was able to see her a bit more clearly, silhouetted by the bright kitchen light. She moved gracefully into the kitchen and he could see her body was of good form. Strong legs were lithe and blended into slender hips covered by a short skirt and the dirty white apron in front. He settled into the chair and glanced about him while she was gone for the moment. When she returned she placed the bowl of bread and a bottle of wine on the table. He was able to see her face at last. Oh, she was beautiful! So much more beautiful than he had ever imagined. She had a small, rounded chin which held up a pair of soft and sleek cheeks, made rounded and pudgy by the broad smile her lips constructed. Her lips! Full and pouty, to die for, absolutely. A cute up- turned little button of a nose beneath the two most luscious brown eyes. They were the softest, kindest eyes he had ever seen. Draped around this beautiful face, the richest, darkest hair, in flowing, rolling curls ending just past her collar. A chill shuddered up his spine as he gazed at her. An angel, truly an angel right here on earth. "I hope you don't mind," she said as she placed two glasses on the table and opened the wine. "I haven't eaten all day." He just nodded and grinned at her as she poured two glasses of merlot. They raised their glasses together and clinked. Their eyes never left each other as they tasted the potent juice. She placed her glass on the table and brought her hand forward. He recognized it as the hand he met at the door. "Hello, there. My name is Kelly. I work here. As a matter of fact, I own it." He took her hand and turned it up holding her fingertips in his hand. "Hi. Thank you for letting me in. I am grateful for your hospitality". He held her hand and ever so slightly, almost involuntarily, caressed her fingers, feeling the slight roughness of skin worked hard. Still, there was fire in her fingertips, and they tingled in his. The charge ran up his arm and disappeared somewhere into his chest, and manifest itself as jump in his heartbeat and a slight rise in his internal temperature. She noticed a something, not unaffected. A bit of a flush rose in her cheeks. Their eyes continued to bore into each other, and he remembered. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Tim. I was walking around, lost actually, and starved. Luckily, I came upon your restaurant". Their fingers slipped apart as they both reached for the wine. Taking another sip, still locked in their gaze, Kelly let a drip of wine spill down her chin. She put down her glass and broke the stare as she reached out with her tongue to catch the tasty fluid before it escaped. Tim's eyes widened watching her tongue curl up to trap the errant juice and smear over her lower lip. He drew in a long slow breath and watched Kelly stand. "Excuse me, I'll get the spaghetti, now". She left for the kitchen and he followed her with his eyes, noting each soft curve wiggle, bounce or slide away. He felt a power in his loin emerge, demanding attention. He rested his face in his hands and tried to conjure up the angelic image that just seconds before sat before him. Her departure was short, she was soon back with huge bowl of spaghetti. Perched on top of the mound of pasta was a pot containing sauce that filled the room with a delicious aroma of spicy tomatos. She placed the pile on the table before Tim. Beneath the pasta were two plates that she positioned before each of them. She produced two sets of utensils from the pouch of her apron and using a pair of pasta forks, she pulled from the mountain of noodles, a tremendous ball of spaghetti that she placed on her plate. Twisting the forks through the slightly diminished mound in the serving bowl, she offered a similar sized serving to Tim and lopped it onto his plate. She used a ladle to drizzle the sweet and spicy sauce over the food on both plates and topped them both off with a generous sprinkle of cheese. Tim sat and stared at Kelly as she served the meal. Still enthralled by Kelly's physical appearance, he was able to comprehend a bit of her personality as he witnessed her generosity to him, someone who just a few moments ago, was no more than a crude and annoying stranger. He felt at ease with her, a remarkably different feeling than usual around so attractive a woman. But he recognized that weakness of his, to project his idea of the perfect personality into the object of his lust. Burned continuously by that frailty; but he felt, he knew, that Kelly, well his heart uncharacteristically insisted, that Kelly was someone to behold. He was trying to remain logically in control, harnessing those wild emotions, but they flooded his system nonetheless. This time, though, it was more of a babbling brook rather than the usual waterfall or tsunami. Control? Really. He knew he had none. Kelly was in control already. Her movements, as she prepared their meal then slid into the chair across from him, he realized he was mesmerized, a little mouse in the glare of the cobra. And he smiled. Kelly sank into the cushioned seat. Hard day and night, her first chance to relax. "Well, dig in. It isn't anything special, just plain old spaghetti, but it's all I have. I made the sauce myself". "Kelly, this smells delicious. You are a very generous hostess." It was hard to see her blush in the soft light, but he was glad for the smile he received. He wound his fork in the steaming pasta and greedily enjoyed the first mouthful. With his eyes closed, Tim sucked up the straggling strands of spaghetti, slurping at a socially acceptable level. However, that last wicked maverick whiplashed along his chin leaving a thin red line of sauce. Just as he opened his eyes and raised his napkin, Kelly reached forward and with her index finger, wiped his chin clean. She brought her finger to her lips and snaked her tongue out. She licked the sauce from her finger and again, almost ritually, swept her tongue over her lips spreading the sauce. She sucked her lips inward to taste them. Tim just stared, open-mouthed, his napkin still poised, and unneeded. She dined with him and he watched her eat with all the grace of the angel he had become to believe her to be. They talked and talked during dinner and shared their interests and dreams. The night wore on and the wine slowly disappeared. He told her about getting lonely and depressed that night and needing a friend, how he felt that he needed a walk to ease built up tension. He told her how the rain had poured down on him, soaked him and turned his shoes into personal mobile foot baths. She sipped from her glass and brought the image of a waterlogged Tim trudging through the downpour. She giggled, and BAM! he was in love. The springing lilt in her laughter and the stars that sparkled her eyes, locked him in a cage from which he knew he'd never emerge. He smiled at her and chuckled at his own image. He sipped his wine and watched as Kelly used her fingers to pick up two strands of pasta bathed in sauce. She held them up high and looked upward, opening her mouth. Slowly she lowered the spaghetti to her lips and as she caught one string and swallowed it, the other slipped from her grasp and fell to her chest curled in loops in her cleavage. It rested comfortably between her breasts, but began to slip. Her blouse was stained where the sauce splashed and the noodle was snaking down in the valley of the delicate flesh of Kelly's tits. Tim hadn't actually noticed her bosom before. Her breasts, he thought, were delightful. Average. Blessedly normal. Her tight blouse was really a bodice that forced her mounds together into an enticing spaghetti display. Kelly, her eyes gleaming brightly, a wicked smile on her face, seductively reached with two fingers to the pasta strip and took one end and brought it to her mouth. She sucked the spaghetti slowly, it left a pool of sauce on the soft flesh between her tits, and of course, on her lips as it disappeared between them. As her tongue appeared, she reached down to her breasts and cleaned the sauce from her chest with the tips of her two fingers. Licking her own lips, she offered her fingertips to Tim. He brought his face to her fingers to kiss them, but she pulled them back a bit, leading him. He moved closer, but again she drew him further across the table, closer to her. As he moved his lips closer, she pressed her fingers to them and he sucked the tips into his mouth. His tongue twirled around her fingers and he tried to draw them in. His teeth brushed her fingers. She removed her fingers, at the end pulling down his lower lip as they lost contact, but quickly replaced them with her own lips. At last, their first kiss. Through fingers they had felt a tingle. Through their lips they shared a jolt. Their mouths wrestled. Their lips struggled to feel as much skin as they could. At first, they spread quick kisses across each other's cheeks, chin, and forehead at a feverish pace. They hugged each other over the table, now cheek to cheek, feeling the warmth of the fire in their faces. Now, much more slowly, Kelly kissed from Tim's cheek to his lips, sucking in his lip and caressing it with her tongue. She continued with his lower lip as Tim brought his hand up to her head. He combed his fingers through her dark hair, and tangled them in her tresses. He continued to play with her hair during their wonderful kiss, keeping her pressed to him, keeping their lips from parting. At last the kiss broke. As they slowly pulled away, their eyes embraced. She held him locked with the light burning in her eyes. He was hypnotized by her. And he loved it. He moved closer to her and kissed her chin. His tongue moved out and trailed from her chin down her neck. Savoring the soft, sweet flesh of her throat, he lavished light kisses upon her. She couldn't stop the light moan from passing her lips. It encouraged Tim to continue, little nips and sucks all around her neck, he just could not taste her enough. She was the one who guided him next, holding his hands in her hands, she began to direct him lower to her chest. He was only delighted to follow that path down to her fleshy mounds. When his lips reached her cleavage, he felt the velvet skin between her breasts. He rotated his face in a circle, rubbing his lips across her skin, touching the beginning swells of her soft pillows. When Tim stopped, his cheek against Kelly's left breast, he could feel her warmth from her heart and the rhythm was a dance of the minuet. He kissed her right breast and cupped it in his hand. He felt the firm and soft weight of it through her shirt. Kelly wrapped her arms around Tim's neck then pressed his head to her chest. Rocked slightly from side to side holding him close to her. Tim's right arm was around her waist, his left hand still held her breast. They stood there, leaning over the table, for a moment, realizing a need now stronger than their hunger. Tim felt Kelly's nipple grow beneath his touch. He rolled it between his fingers and when he began to pinch it, he raised his head and caught Kelly's glance. Lust poured from his eyes and he saw that Kelly could not hide her own desire. They stepped aside of the table and came to a full embrace, body to body. In a deep kiss, Tim began to push Kelly's blouse off her shoulders. When it would move no further, he released one button. He pushed her blouse farther, then released another button. He exposed her bra and left her blouse about her elbows, confining her arms a bit. Tim devoured the flesh of her chest, bathing her with his tongue, her skin wet with saliva. Tim kissed the straps of her bra from each should and nuzzled toward her left breast while reaching behind her to disengage the clasp. Finally her nipple was free and her bra fell to the floor between them. The warmth of her breast was so comforting as Tim rested his face on it and as her heartbeat increased, so did her breathing as her excitement grew. So soft was his resting place, Tim thought he could never leave her breast. Here he was provided with the security of a close hug, an embrace that wrapped him in two cushiony mounds of acceptance and of love. What else could possibly be needed? Tim wanted more, he wanted all of Kelly. Raising her breast to his lips, Tim suckled her nipple, searching for nourishment. The action of sucking grew into light biting and chewing that sent shivers just under Kelly's skin and an electric spark that ran through her body and triggered exciting ministrations in and around her vagina. Kelly drew apart her arms, breaking the light bond by popping off the last two buttons of her blouse. After peeling it from her arms, she dipped two fingers into the sauce on the table and painted the valley between her breasts a spicy red. Tim skimmed his tongue in her cleavage, wiping up the sauce. Kelly continued by topping each nipple with additional dollops. Tim feasted on her nipples. With four fingers of sauce, Kelly smeared Tim's face and lifted it to hers so she could taste him. She licked his face clean just in time to be surprised by a glob of spaghetti and sauce forced into her mouth. Most of it, by design, hung down her chin and Tim started there, pulling the ends of the noodles into his mouth, slowly munching his way towards her mouth. Upon meeting, their lips opened and tongues twisted, sharing each other's morsels. Kelly tugged at Tim's shirt and got it up over his chest raising his arms above his head. This broke the kiss, just for a moment, till the shirt was discarded on the floor. Now their embrace was more sensuous, bare skin again bare skin. As they continued their passionate kissing, Tim lightly rubbed his hand up and down Kelly's bare back, his fingers tingling. After dragging her breast back and forth across Tim's chest, Kelly pulled him tightly to her, pressing her nipples to him, squashing her breasts against his. Tim's hands roamed down Kelly's back and into the waistband of her hip-hugging jeans. He pinched her waist and slide his finger round to the front. He pulled his hips back a little so he could caress her belly, tickling her navel and every so often dipping his fingers inside the front of her jeans, trying to flick open the button. Kelly giggled deliciously and released her button and unzipped her jeans. She did the same with Tim's. They came together again, cheek to cheek, as Kelly slipped her hands inside Tim's pants and massaged his rear. Tim first pushed his hand down Kelly's front and over her mound. He could feel intense heat from within. Teasing her, he wormed a finger inside the elastic of her panties on either side, just above her pussy. He yanked the edges up as his fingers circled up to her hips and then he slipped his hands completely in her panties to grasp the soft globes of her ass. All this groping caused both pairs of jeans to fall to the floor trapping both at their ankles. They tried to kick off and step out of their jeans, chuckling and giggling into each other's mouth as they bored down for another round of passionate kisses. Their bodies swayed to the tune of their own music, back and forth and around in circles. Their eyes were for each other and so, also, were their lips. Their waltz defined their world. Kelly felt the hardness of Tim as they danced. It would rest deliciously in the pocket of her crotch with each new leading step he took. Hungry for more, Kelly abruptly took control and the lead herself, timing so that on his final step forward, she moved forward also, grinding their crotches together. Together they stood and Kelly flexed her hips up and down, forcing her pelvis along the length of Tim's shaft. With only the thin fabric of her panties and his shorts between their organs, the feeling was arresting. Tim tugged at Kelly's panties and pulled them up into her slit, dragging them through the cleft between her cheeks. This quick pressure on her clit sent Kelly's heart fluttering, a delicate whimpering moan from her lips. She hugged hard on to Tim's neck as he continued to seesaw her own panties over her clit and through her slit and over her tiny puckered asshole. That feeling was beyond description. Her orgasm raced up through her body and exploded in her mind. She let go of her control and her muscles relaxed during the shower of juices that rushed from her vagina. They flowed past her bunched-up panties unabated, streaming down her thighs. Her orgasmic convulsions caused her ass to clench repeatedly sending her pubic mound up against Tim's belly, squeezing his granite rod. As the throes of her climax waned, she bit down softly on Tim's shoulder, letting her saliva drip forward towards his chest. She lifted her head and kissed first his earlobe, cheek, chin and then his lips, her tongue pressing forth into his mouth searching for the way to express her gratitude. Tim was pleased to have helped Kelly to such a wonderful orgasm. Hoping to enjoy the fruits of his efforts, he brought his hand to her thighs searching for her creamy output. Wiping his fingers along her inner thighs, but not touching her clit or her lips, he was able to mop up some of Kelly's sticky cum. He could already smell her scent of sexual explosion, now he tasted it, licking his index finger of the sweet syrupy fluid. Kelly pulled his middle finger to her own mouth and digested her share of her own cum. She made a show of licking and sucking his finger and Tim acknowledged the suggestiveness. Kelly lowered herself to her knees, all the while slithering her hands down Tim's body beginning from his cheeks, over his chest, along his hips and all the way down his legs. When Kelly was down on the floor, she slithered her hands back up his legs and they both met at the bulge which stretched the fabric of his shorts. She stroked the length of his cock through his shorts and saw the spot of wetness at its tip, evidence of the pre-cum ooze which announced his extreme excitement. Her fingers worked up through the legs of his shorts and touched his penis. She clasped her fingers around it and squeezed it in her palms. She just loved the softness of the sheath, that skin so different from the rest of a man's body, which was either callused or covered by rough hair. She played with his shaft moving it around and up and down. Tension grew within him from the indescribable feeling of her soft hands on him. Even though his raging hard-on was stiff enough to stop bullets, it was so sensitive that all his focus was there between his legs where Kelly was lovingly stroking him. Trying to identify the pleasure she was giving him, Tim could only classify it as a 'tickling tingle' that at the same time made his cock feel as hard as diamond and ready to burst like a whitewater rapids. Kelly removed her hands from his pants and grabbed the tops and pulled them down to the floor. Tim's cock pointed at a harsh 45 degree angle with a small upwards curve. Placing her hands on his ass cheeks for support, Kelly leaned forward to touch her tongue to his stiff rod. Words were failing Tim, but that didn't stop them from pouring out. He started babbling incoherently as Kelly swiped her tongue along the length of his shaft. She licked every inch of Tim's cock, but avoided the head. Oh, she could be cruel. Using only her mouth and her face, she teased his cock. Kelly grasped the side of his prick in her mouth then let her tongue dance on the surface while she applied suction to the shaft. She also began to manipulate his muscular cheeks, which were becoming stiffer all the while due to the heightened excitement. Kelly removed her mouth from his cock and trailed her tongue down the medial line to the root of his cock and down to the sac covering his balls. Tim began to twitch, now. Lust was filling his body. Kelly bathed his balls with her tongue. She used one hand to hold them while she licked them. She sent him into a frenzy when she sucked them into her mouth. Sucking and swirling them in her mouth. With her right hand she tickled his ass, her left hand she brought to her pussy and slipped two fingers in. When they were lubed, she began circling his asshole and smearing her pussy cream around it. She pulled her head back, releasing his balls with a pop. Kelly took hold of Tim's cock with her right hand and pulled it down to the level of her mouth. Just as she poked her cum covered finger in his ass, she pushed forward taking Tim's cock deep into her mouth. Kelly bobbed her head on his cock and dragged her teeth very lightly. She also wiggled her finger inside him all timed together. Tim really couldn't stand this. His excitement took control of him and he fell forward pushing Kelly down onto her back. As he fell, his hand caught the handle of the sauce pot on the table and it crashed to the floor. He was now laying over Kelly who expertly continued to suck him off. She had to remove her finger from his ass to catch her balance, though. Tim scurried around to face Kelly's soaking wet pussy in a classic 69. The crotch of her panties, still tucked into her slit, was completely covered in her slobbering juice. Tim just started to lick her panties tasting her ample quantity of cum. After a moment, he pulled the crotch, and the whole of her panties down past her knees. Rolling her on her side, Tim lifted Kelly's leg and set his head on her thigh. There he watched more cream pour from Kelly's cunt. The sight alone pulled a deep moan from his gut, but Kelly's continued attack on his cock gave it force. He spread one of her lips away and plunged his face into Kelly's scalding cauldron. Lust took control. Unable to satisfy his hunger for Kelly, he tried to suck all of her pussy into his mouth. His tongue plucked her fleshy lips and the force of his suction drew them, her clit, and her sweet juice further into him. It also produced a loud, wet, tantalizing slurp. Kelly's next orgasm was building to its peak and the flow increased from her vagina. Tim worked his lips and tongue together to funnel her treat safely into his throat and down to his tummy where it belonged. When it came too fast for him to swallow, he wallowed. Tim rubbed his face along Kelly's flowing slit and smeared her cum all over himself. It was as if she was marking him as her territory, a concept he was eager to embrace. Finally her body's motions slowed, the flow of her cum slowed. Tim licked her clean and then crawled up through her legs to plant a sloppy wet kiss on her lips, to give back her own taste. They nestled together kissing and hugging, lying on the floor of the restaurant, both mostly naked, just the remains of their clothing hanging from their ankles. Kelly rested her head on Tim's breast and slowly stroked his still hard cock. Tim held her head to himself and draped his other arm around her shoulder. "Kelly." When he said her name, Kelly smiled. She lifted her head. "I want you in me. Right now". She got up and straddled his hips. She reached down between her thighs to stroke his cock with both hands. Inching forward, Kelly lightly slapped the tip of his cock against her clit. She took a handful of sauce and glopped it down on Tim's pole using it as a lubricant. Irresistible, she scooted down so that she could put his cock in her mouth and she licked all the pasta sauce from it. Rock hard and pulsing, it was now ready to bore into her hot and slippery vise. She sat up and pointed the tip straight up to the lips of her cunt. Her juices dripped from her hole to his cock and when she held her breath, she fell down on it, piercing herself on his rod. Both of them groaned together as his cock slid into her moist tunnel, each inch eliciting such feelings as he had never experienced. The powerful muscles of her pussy squeezed him and drew him in as deep as possible. They massaged his shaft as Kelly undulated her hips reaching for as much contact as she could get. Buried within her womb, Tim's cockhead repeatedly tickled her spot. She knew another climax was soon. On each downward plunge her clit slammed into his pubic bone and reverberated bursts of pure ecstasy spreading like a fire throughout her body. Her ride became faster, Tim grabbed her hips to help her movement and also lifted himself up into her as she came down. Kelly's eyes closed and her mouth opened silently as her orgasm shook through her. She reached behind her, slipped her hand down along the soft cheek of her ass and fondled his balls as they came up to meet her crotch. She tickled them, she scratched them, she massaged them. She could feel them tense and she knew he would send forth his sperm very soon. Adding a little twist to her waist added a new friction and seconds later, Tim's upward thrusts into her cunt, became stronger and less frequent, each ending in him clenching his ass at the top of the thrust for a second or two, falling back down, then, in a flash, blasting up again. One last major thrust, then he kept his ass up off the floor holding Kelly up with his hips and groin. Several short quick thrusts into her brought his climax, his hot cum erupting into her, splashing inside and filling her. He slowly lowered himself to the floor and Kelly followed him down. She lay down on top of him and while he rested a bit, she layered kisses all over his face. Finally, he opened his eyes and met hers. They gazed at each other for a while. Tim looked into Kelly, looked into her heart and soul through her eyes. All he could see was the peace and comfort of that perfect love, the dream of every sensual being. He pushed himself and her up into a sitting position, she on his lap, his slowly ebbing cock still within her. They looped their arms around each other and continued to share the silent moment with their stare. As he moved closer, Tim whispered "You saved me, I love you." From the passion in her kiss, he knew Kelly's unspoken thoughts. "And that's how mommy and daddy met." Tim paused to look at his beautiful wife and their newborn baby daughter. "Is she asleep?" "Lucky for you, buster, she fell asleep right away. If she had heard all those nasty words you were saying, you would be in big trouble." The smile on Kelly's face opposed the stern tone of her voice. She arose from the rocking chair walked to the crib, Tim with his arm around her. Kelly leaned over the railing and gently laid Samantha down and pulled the covers over her little baby. Tim softly kissed her neck. "Pretty soon you'll have to come up with a more conventional bedtime story for her." Moving behind her, Tim hugged Kelly around her waist and nibbled at her earlobe. "Yes darling." "But I love it, so you can keep telling it to me over and over." Kelly turned to face him and gave him his cherished prize. Her pouty lips met his in a tingling embrace and she slipped her tongue into his welcoming mouth. Thus connected, they slowly made their back to their own bed.