rayoflight969

Part 2
Our Landscape

Shear want and desire rush through and envelope me. My eyes following the curve of her hips, the soft satiny stomach, the bounty of her breasts, the shallow pools at the start of her neck, sweet tiny creased ears hidden beneath the golden curls. My lips part to welcome the sweet surrender of the spot right below her ear, I whisper, I love you and gently tease her neck with lips and flicks of my tongue. My breathe hot against her skin, now tingling with goose bumps, my hands firmly caressing her body, providing her with the warmth needed in between the brief tantalizing whispers of my breathe. Moving down her body like a python unraveling my grasp with every inch. Not allowing her to move, only the direction I want. Sliding her delicately over, exposing her unknowing vulnerability. Her ass rises in anticipation, she begins to move, and beg me to fuck her. Baby, please fuck me. Please. I am silent and continue to feel her ass in my hand, holding her still beneath me, licking and kissing her spine as my hand teases her behind. I spread her ass, exposing the forbidden zone, my tongue licking delicately down, rimming her ass so perfectly she moans in complete intoxication. Lifting her leg and turning her over to finally taste that sweet surrender of her pussy. The smell of sweet candy kisses and faint musk, have me all wet and hungry to taste her. Spreading her legs open and wide so that I can see this beautiful pussy, I know has missed me. Kissing her thighs and caressing her calves, having her continue to beg me, only has me taking it slower and slower. Licking slowing around her inner thigh, through the little patch of blonde hair, flicks of my tongue all wet with the want, lazily drag over her clit. She moans deep and relaxed. Her pelvis relaxes and drops down, remembering the sweet loves songs of my tongue. Parting her lips, holding her legs flat and still with my elbows, my tongue slow jets down the center, and comes back up creating the tiny pocket of air needed to have her clit gently sucked in my grasp. Licking, flicking my tongue, all wet and juicy. Taking my time, not wanting to let this moment fly by. Slowly my tongue plays with her clit in that small sealed space created. I release it, allowing the little shivers of air to sneak in between my hot licks. Opening her up and exploring inside her wet pussy with my tongue, pressing inside as far as I can go and gently pulling out. My tongue giving her flat, slow licks across her clit as I begin to suck and lick in rhythm of her body. Her body telling me when to slow down or move fast, my tongue hanging on every word, slowing licking up and lazily licking, with my tongue flat all the way down. Going faster, sucking slightly harder, my tongue still relaxed and wet, flicking, licking her swollen clit. She screams, Suck it! Suck it! Lick it, right there, lick it, yes baby. My tongue holding her clit in the little vacuum, licking it, sucking it as her pelvis rises and falls, her body uncontrollable, shaking, I plunge my tongue down, and up, down and up, lick and suck, oh right there baby, suck, suck, suck. Her pussy tightens and retracts over and over and she gushes that yummy cum all over my mouth. I slowly pull my tongue in as she shivers and squeals, and land a sweet, soft kiss on her glistening blonde strands. Come here, right now, come here and hold me, she breathes out. Her body shaking, my face totally shiny and feeling brand new from all the cum spilled out in her orgasm. I slide up her body, wrapping myself around her, holding her close, and firmly. Letting her recalibrate her being and come back down to earth in the safety of my arms.

I am drunk in this moment with her. I know this is something that I can no longer have as mine. I know this right then, with my sweet angel all shivering and spent, this is no longer my home. Ive grown up somehow without her taking care of me over this past year. I am no longer trapped by my dependence on her. I want this perfect moment to imprint on my heart, repairing all the tears and torn pieces the love we shared created. I hold her until she falls asleep. I gently pull away, but wrapping her securely in the velvet blanket, and begin to gather my clothes. I find some paper and leave this piece from Walt Whitman on the pillow next to her:

There is that in me
I do not know what it is
But it is in me
I do not know it
It is without name
It is a word unsaid
It is not in any dictionary, or utterance, or symbol
Something it swings on
More than the earth I swing on
To it
The creation is the friend whos embracing awakens me.

I will forever remember and hold in my heart the awakening found in your love, and beneath your lips and suspended in your embrace.

All my love forever,
RayRay