You Know This Lover

It has found you.

The journey into your body begins as your sphincter encircles the intruder, trying desperately to protect you, but losing its grip, too slick with oil and ice to hold. It takes you repeatedly, sinking inside, pouring its cold energy into you as the heat from your body drains it. You moan and raise your quivering hips to challenge each cold thrust. You become a squirming sheen of femininity in need. As the sweat from your skin runs down the line of your spine like a river of lust. The tender cheeks of your bottom are filled with fire and ice as part of you wishes it would end and another part wishes it never would. As usual he makes that decision for you and you wonder how he knows your limits without being told.

Once again his hot mouth soothes you. Warm strong hands again massage your female jewel. After the cold, his heat is far more intense and you revel in its potent effect. Your hands clutch the bed spread as you whimper in ecstasy. Whimpers turn to moans, then soon to a pleas as you begin to beg for merciful release. Your body conveys your need for completion, writhing in wanton abandon. Your small hands no longer simply clutch the bed spread but strip the bedding until your nails claw the bare mattress in urgency.

Mercifully he rolls you over and buries his tongue between your folds. You feel it slithering along the soaked and beckoning center of your femininity. Your pearl is hard and standing, begging to be loved. He hears its call accepting it into his mouth, giving succor. He begins the swirling motion that he knows always brings you over the edge.

His fingers enter you and find the secret swollen rise against the back of your pelvis. Using this grip to pull you even closer. The motion of his strong fingers matches those of his serpent tongue. The relentless assault is his answer to your plea, the prayer you offered for satisfaction will be answered. You will be granted the blessing of rapture. Gratefully you yield yourself giving all your senses to his master touch.

For a moment the pressure is so intense you think you may have to urinate. But then the fire spreads as you reach your first release, your breathing stops. Every muscle in your body flexes and quivers as your contractions begin. The muscles in your love well pulse with a mind of there own. Wholly beyond control your waking mind. Warm wine flows from your woman’s grotto only to be swallowed greedily by your lover. You hear his moan echo inside you. This only adds to your response because you know he desires every touch smell and taste of your femininity. Slowly your release subsides but you do not regret its passing. You know this lover you know the night is just beginning.

Yes you know this lover, and this lover knows your body, understands that after your release, the muscles of your inner walls will need to be filled, will need to cling, will spasm seeking the hardness of a man to hold. As with all your needs he fills this one. Lifting your seat in strong hands and driving his shaft deep in one powerful thrust. No longer the gentle coaxing lover he pummels your mound, fast and hard riding you with a force that nearly drives the breath from your lungs. Your eyes open in amazement, as you watch his body. The lines of his strength defined, drilling his piston of flesh inside you with total wantonness. Stopping only to press deep inside and compress your distended jewel against his groin. You lock your legs around the small of his back in an attempt to hold some of your weight from him, but you know it is not necessary. Though his superior physical strength is a constant knowledge to you, it is at times such as these when you realize just how much power he possesses. The weakness of your small frame rests lightly in his hands as he irresistibly takes you. Splitting you with his shaft, possessing you. Sweat pours down his forehead into his eyes. The sting of salt only causes him to shake his head flinging it from him. This beast of passion, carelessly swatting a small distraction far too trivial to cause him to miss his pace. You are so intent on watching the sheen of lover’s toil on his hard frame, so astonished at the vigor of his relentless onslaught that your second explosion erupts before you feel its approach. A quick build, then violent pulsing contractions, you shake with your eyes wide open in shock. Your vision intensifies, your world becomes so clear that it deifies reality, your lover its center, you move beyond clear, he becomes a white glow, a strange combination of vision distorted and a sharpness beyond your comprehension. Still he drives on. No! Even increases his efforts, turning your cry's to screams, not letting you recede until your spent nervous system can stand no more.

Slowly evenly he lets you down, his movements now barely perceptible, placing your small bottom on the soft cool bed. He soothes you, leaning forward, kissing your now closed eyes, licking your lips, letting your breath enter his panting lungs, renewing him.

Touching, caressing, appreciative.

His hands explore the length of your body slick with your sheen. Your long hair is soaked with spent desire, he brushes it from your face. Being sure that you do not feel the sting of salt in your eyes he wipes them with his lips. Whispers his devotion in your ear with heated breath.

He withdraws and stands beside the bed his hardness still not spent juts firmly from his hips. You see him reach to the nightstand and retrieve a small cord, then grasp your slim ankles and hold them in one large hand as he ties first one big toe and then the other pulling your feet together. You giggle in erotic respect as he rubs your feet with the scented oil. His ability to find new and different delights seems boundless. Holding your feet between his hands by the heels he enters the gap of your slick arches. The sight of his velvet head staring at you as it seduces your soft feet transfixes your eyes. Moving back and forth in a hypnotic rhythm, a dancing cobra to your flute. Only it is you and not the Cobra that is mesmerized. You cannot break the spell of its mating dance as you watch his serpent languidly basking in the supple sensitive flesh of your arches. You barely notice as your lover takes your hand and coats your finger with oil, then places it to your still swollen cleft. Your finger moves in long practiced small circles on your well loved but still distended pleasure median. Timing itself to the dance that has captured your mind. The world has diminished to this one small point, this is your existence, your reality. All thought has been blocked, only you and the velvet cobra remain. Even your lover’s body disappears to blackness behind his dance. The cobra stares at you with lust on his lips. There is no escape from his spell he will claim his prey. Your mental clock has departed you have no concept of time. Lost with this serpent of passion you and he dance. The head of your tormentor swells slightly preparing to strike. Your heart quickens knowing your moment is near. You will soon be a victim of his primal need. Unlike your lover this one knows no compassion. There will be no escape from his strike, his only goal you. The meaning of his life is the claiming of you. He will show no mercy. You welcome his lover’s venom. You crave the feel of its heat on your skin.

Still he does not claim you.

You are confused.

You have lost this dance!

Why does he wait?

Tormenting you.

What more does he require?

You once again feel the beginnings of orgasmic splendor. His dance quickens sensing its approach. Now you know why he waits, he must have your submission! This dance must end together.

You build in a slowly rising crescendo, unlike your last release this one gives you forewarning, building evenly but willfully higher. Frantically before you the serpent dances. You hang at the peak as your voice makes sounds that have no meaning to anyone but lovers, you speak in the tongue of the cobra, then suddenly fall over the edge into the abyss of rapture.

He releases you from the spell. You have upheld your bargain. Hot venom sprays your skin, streams of desires flame streak your thighs, over your stomach and breasts, even reaching your lips where you drink it greedily into your mouth. This time you fall in ecstasy. The venom of devotion enters your skin bonding you to this velvet serpent, but more to this lover.