Eight and Then Some

They flirted for months, yes months before that first kiss, and when they kissed... thousands of moments passed within seconds.  The earth made a clanging, and the moon changed phases in the eclipse of time.  He was all she ever wanted, and this night he would be hers and hers alone. They looked as deep into one another's eyes as souls could see.  They were young and the intensity of romance, lust, and unbridled commitment filled the room with the aroma of wildflowers.  

He led her to his bed.  Such a masculine structure it was. Giant mahogany posts, a down-filled mattress, covered by an old fashioned raspberry colored quilt. Three steps led to their paradise. Seating themselves on the edge, gazing once more into the others inwardness, he kissed her tenderly on each ear lobe.  Alice returned his kisses, lips gently caressing his wonderful face.  He unloosened her blouse slowly, taking what seemed like a lifetime to unbutton the tiny decorated buttons.  Once flesh was exposed, he kissed all that he could view.  Slowly he undid her skirt, she rose to her feet, and the material fell to the floor. There, in her undergarments, black panties and bra, warmth caused her body to flush.  He stood a distance away and breathed in what he exclaimed as; "pure, heavenly, artistic, beauty…".  He made this statement seem like one word!

Alice tip toed over to him, and raised his arms pulling, his shirt over his head, unsnapped his pants, as he stood stealth, trousers fell like they had no weight, down to his ankles.  He stepped out of them, picked them up and tossed them into a chair in the corner of the room. His broad chest glimmered in the soft candlelight.  He was such a breathtaking man.  The urge to suck him up, breathe him in, was evident.   In his Jockey shorts, the same sign appeared.  He went to the nightstand, picked up the remote control, aimed it at his stereo and the most wondrous jazz began to bellow from the speakers.  He grabbed Alice by the hand and took her to the room’s most innermost center.  The two swayed to the dance, a nice slow dance to mellow music.  She was lost in his world and he was ever so content in hers.

The music ended as he led her back to the comfort of his bed.  He gently laid her down, climbed and nestled beside her, tracing his fingers over every curve on her hungry body.  Her skin tingling with merriment, as his forefinger slid it into silk panties, finding the warmth of her waiting wetness.  He played in her garden for a spell, then, slipped panties off.

With a swift abruptness, he turned her to her stomach, unclasped her matching bra and kissed the bareness in the small of her back.  Alice moaned with pleasure, for his lips felt like so many tiny shards of crystal persuasion.  He turned her back to face him, removed his shorts and began to lick with slippery tongue from breast to breast.  First slowly, then with the quickness of a rattlesnake.  The feelings that were evolving made Alice hurry to hold his wondrous rod between her lips. She slid her mouth on to the thickness of his manhood and kissed it gingerly, then lapped a happy tongue about it feverishly.  He groaned as if the planet had exploded within his mind.  She held him inside her moist mouth until he was ready to explode, as she slowly released his Good bar.

The excitement of the hour was just beginning as he  began to explore her dark cavern once more.  This time with abounding forceful thrusts, screams in muted notes of thankfulness, and panting breath could not last at this rate.  Finally, she felt him enter me with the measure of a great plow, and could not help but yelp from pleasurable pain.  He was enormous.  Bigger than she had seen with her own eyes was his identity.  He filled her to the core, in and out, out and in, faster, with adulation, and motions of rushing tides when a tidal wave hits the shore. They gyrated in unison, making the music of a wild house party, “jamming until the sun comes up...” and shows itself in favorable applause, radiant and bright.

The couple burst into hot flames of passions as one, then launched into space as a rocket reaching for planets unknown, and universes yet undiscovered.  As this sensual scene reached its climax, they became drenched in the warmth of a new day, and fell asleep in the morning after, with bird songs on their lost minds.  Alice had longed for this passion.  This had been the first time since she became a prostitute to fulfill her crack habit that she had enjoyed sex.  There was no need for a hit tonight, she had already smoked her eight ball to its highest form of emulsification.