until he reached her twin, perfect breasts. He encircled their
tips and gently pulled, bringing warm flashes of need that washed
over Jessie in waves. Breathing now in small gasps she rolled on
her side and gently pushed Hal onto his back.
What was fair for the swan was fair for the lady of the
lake.
Jessie planted kisses on Hal’s cheeks and mouth and gently
nibbled his ear. Her tongue flicked in and out and round, until
Hal too began to breathe in irregular gasps. Her right hand
worked down Hal’s shirt buttons until the top lay open at the fur
of his chest. Jessie ran the tips of her fingers though the
black and grey hair curling across his chest, stroking his skin
with desire. Shifting her weight to the side, she pulled his
shirt to the side, effectively pinning his arms still entrapped
in it. Desire driving her, Jessie moved her tongue over his
breasts, circling, tickling, sucking while Hal lost himself
wanting to play out the age old game of love and merging.
Jessie’s hand strayed to the straining bulge in his jeans and she
stroked the surface of his thighs with ever gentle, passes that
brought forth his breath in deep, pleasured moans.
Now it was his turn again. Hal struggled to return from the
waves of pleasure in which he floated. He finally raised himself
on one elbow and removed his prison of a shirt. Hal reached for
the zipper on Jessie’s jeans and slowly inched it down, his
fingers seeking to dip themselves in her soft petals of skin.
His probing palms found the triangle of golden fur that arched
skyward to meet him and he slid his hand along her glistening
thighs searching for panties. There were none to find and it
excited him to find her so ready and unencumbered.
Jessie’s right hand was no quieter than his. She worked the
snap of Hal’s jeans open and slid her hand inside over his under-
pants and caressed his shaft. It was full and firm and strained
upward at each pass she made from the tip to the base and back
again. She worked Hal’s zipper open and teased his firm member
into the softness of her palm. It was velvet soft on the outside
but unable to disguise the raging energy it contained. His shaft
wanted only to be as close to her, to burrow itself deep within
her magic. Its tip moistened in overwhelming expectation of
heaven to come.
Jessie and Hal were both breathing hard now. But they still
had entirely too many clothes on. It took them no time at all to
realize this fact and seek to remedy the situation to fulfill
their desire. Hal was the first to call a truce. He eased
Jessie’s jeans off, his hand stroking her thighs with a caress
with the softness of the wind, but the urgency of manhood.
Reciprocating, Jessie slowly slid both his pants down until he
stepped out of them.
He stood before her like a graying, handsome god of lust.
She knelt and took his shaft into her mouth and teased it round
the head and underneath with her tongue. Each pass brought Hal
closer to his knees. His back was arched and he fought the
desire to end this ballet in a flood of saltiness.
Jessie moved up his pubic area with her tongue…up the
chest…up to the neck and then to his lips again. They embraced
in a kiss that lost them both to time. Hal moved to enter her,
thrusting, like a sword seeking its rightful sheath and when he
found his home, they both cried out in pleasure.
Now a deep thrust, now a shallow one. They clung in each
others arms, swaying like great willows caught up in the dance of
life and the wind. The deeper Hal thrust, the deeper Jessie
tried to take him. She wanted him in the center of her being but
she could not keep her balance, her knees were so weak that they
had to hold each other up to keep from falling. Her body urged
Hal to follow it gently down without slipping from its hold, to
lie upon her on the sweet earth together.
Now their rhythms lost them to all reason. She moaned and
cried out and struggled sideways in an effort to bring Hal close
enough within her. He lost himself in passion until the urgency
of both of them brought the crescendo of centering. Hal came in
a flood of warmth and a cry to the gods of perfection. Jessie
joined him as his salty flood spread inside her loins that
brought her own loss of space and time. She was in a time and
place where nothing mattered but holding this man as close as she
could for eternity itself. They lay relaxed, merged with one
another while time itself passed away.
Tears began to stream down Jessie’s cheeks. They were tears
of pure joy, tears of pure happiness and she held Hal gently and
let them flow with her passion. Hal reached up and brushed them
gently away with his finger tips. He kissed their saltiness and
whispered gently into her ear, “I love you,” while he tried not
to cry himself. There was no way to express in words what he
felt about what they had shared with each other. Language lost
its power to express when compared with this sharing.
For the longest time they laid there, wrapped in eternity,
love taking them on a journey to the ultimate high meadow.
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