From: "marko" <majerski@faust.irb.hr>
Date: Fri, 03 Mar 2000 22:03:36 +0100
Subject: Nighttime  by Marko Doe
Source: direct

title: Nighttime
author: Marko Doe (majerski@faust.irb.hr)
date: January 2000
rating: R/NC-17
spoilers: none whatsoever

classification: i have no idea how to classify this one...

summary: just a li'l bit of luv makin' ;-)

Author's note: Again, english is not my native language...
and as for the story itself, i hope it can be interepreted
in several ways. Please send me some feedback.

disclaimer: story is mine... characters MAY be mine, if any
of those FOX suits come over to me i'll deny everything. :) 

Pools of water were covering the street, their shiny surface
being rippled by countless impacts of tiny water drops that
fled the heavens. Drains were suffocating with excessive water
pouring from the streets, making gurgling sounds as if they too 
needed to take a breath of fresh air. Thunder was heard. Then 
another one, and another one. Trees were swaying from side to 
side, being uncompromisingly, mercilessly attacked by the fierce
gusts of wind. Their branches were struggling to survive, smaller
ones having to let go and, being ripped off, started a short journey
over the rooftops, carried through the air into the thick darkness of
the night.

	An old elm tree was trying to fight the power of nature but 
it was evident it was one battle it could not win. One last gust of wind 
struck it, one last blow, accompanied by a bright lighting that lit the 
neighborhood before it lost the support of its roots, meeting it destiny 
on the water-soaked ground. Thunderbolts disguised the sound of it 
hitting the soft grass as if nothing happened. Broken branches laid on 
a lawn, on a driveway of a house, blocking the way to the doors. 

	A man cursed, jumping aside when the tree fell down, holding 
onto a small briefcase he carried with him. He stopped for a moment, 
as if he was thanking God the tree missed him, then looked up in the 
sky, exposing his face to persistent thumpering of the rain. It was cold,
too cold for his taste, and the lack of the umbrella just worsened the 
situation. He ran around the trunk, jumping over a little plastic gnome 
that was smiling to the rain and walked up to the door. Keys were drawn
out in a second and the lock made the pleasant sound to his ears. 

	Warm, hospitable home appeared in front of his eyes as he 
stepped in, quickly taking off his coat. Water was now all over the 
hallway but the man didn't seem to care. He hanged the coat, still 
soaking wet, then run his fingers through his thick, black hair before
heading for the stairs to the first floor. "Daddy's home, daddy's home"
could be heard from downstairs but he didn't pay much attention to it.

	The lighting in the house was dim, beige was the predominant 
color everywhere, not really helping the monotony of the hallway. The 
man walked past a few doors before his feet stopped in front of the 
bedroom doors. The metal of the doorknob felt warm under his fingers 
as he gently pushed the door open.

It was dark in there, almost pitch black, but he knew where to go. Most
 of the blanket was on the floor, just a corner holding it, being twined 
with a leg. He knelt besides the bed, picking up the blanket and holding 
it as if he wanted to cover the silhouette that was occupying the mattress.
Then he stopped. Putting away the blanket on the end of the bed he watched
 the curves of the leg. Toes, ankle, foot, calf...all in perfect harmony.=
 His 
eyes came to the strong, muscular thighs which bridged his journey to the 
round curves of the silky bottom before continuing to the fine line of the 
spine, parting the back into two halves which, again, ended with the soft, 
pale skin of the hills that were the breasts. His eyes got used to the lack
 
of the light by now and he could see the tender, pale shade of her skin 
which was in such contrast to her bright, red hair that rested on her 
shoulders. The thin, elegant neck held the head, the delicate jaw, the 
sensual lips, the small, tender nose and those two big eyes. Another 
lighting struck, unveiling the dark cover off the bedroom for a moment.
Her eyes opened.

Her thoughts were blurry, caught in the turmoil of a waking mind. Her 
bright, blue eyes gazed upwards, at the beige monotony of the ceiling. 
It was still night outside, she could hear the raindrops drumming on the 
window as well. Morning wasn't that far away though, she judged by the 
shadows that inhabited the bedroom, still not taking her eyes of the top 
of the room. Then, a smile visited her lips. She could sense the warm 
body laying on the left of her, still a captive of the land of dreams. 
Her eyes looked for the tiny imperfections on the seemingly smooth 
surface of the ceiling, being presented a beautiful dance of shadows 
making all sorts of shapes and forms on the walls. Her breathing was 
slow and calm, her fingers playing with the corner of the pillow as she 
tried to cut loose her thoughts of any worries that occupied her life.
 
Slowly, she turned her head on its left side, having to move a few bangs
 of her red hair out of her face before setting her eyes on the man laying
 next to her. She could see his eyeballs moving rapidly under the eyelids,
probably dreaming of another nightmare. She felt sad for him for that. 
He never could seem to brake free of his...of their past. She thought of 
waking him up but decided not to, concentrating on the lines of his 
face. She knew that face by heart. Every line, every curve, every feature 
there was. So smooth and soft to her touch, yet strong and robust when 
it needed. Thankfully, there weren't any calls for that any more.

His chest was moving up and down with every breath he took. It was 
clearly getting cold in the room cause she could see his aroused nipples 
pressing onto the soft fabric of the old, gray T-shirt he was wearing. 
She extended her arm, coming to a half of an inch away from the tip of 
his nose with her point finger. She had to restrain herself from bursting 
into laughter when she realized the comparison of her finger and his nose. 
Objectively speaking, he had a huge nose. She giggled and moved her 
body closer to him, still being careful not to wake him. She leaned her 
head towards his and pouted her lips before giving him a little peck on 
the nose.

"Oh, what did I do to deserve that?" A soft whisper was suddenly heard 
as a small smile resided on his face. His eyes were still closed but he
 knew
what was going on.

"Oh, you naughty boy." She giggled, snuggling up to him, running a hand 
through his hair. "How long were you awake?"

"Long enough." He looked at her, slowly blinking, almost as he was too 
tired to even keep his eyes opened.

"Come on, don't tell me you were awake all this time?" Her fingers were
now playing with his earlobe, pulling it gently. "Your eyeballs were
 moving,
you faked that too?"

"Well, I fake that, you have your own things to fake..." He burst out 
laughing, not taking his eyes of hers.

"Oh!" She shoved him playfully. "You're so mean! You know I'd never 
do that."

"I know." He whispered, sliding his arm around her and pulling her 
towards him. "Polly wanna kiss."
 
"Then Polly will have to behave." She replied, faking an angry face 
for a second before closing her lips to him.

"Mmmm." He managed to mumble before their lips touched. They both
spontaneously closed their eyes, enjoying the moment, trying to make it
 last a lifetime.

"Love ya." She mouthed inaudibly, letting him rest his head on her 
bosom while her hand was busy exploring underneath his T-shirt, 
playing gently with his chest hair. "Honey?"

She got no response.

"What is wrong?" She persisted.

"Nothing." He forced a smile. "Everything is just so..."

"What?"

"Wonderful." He replied, turning around, putting his arms around her
waist and pulling her towards himself, sitting her in his lap.

"You sure?" Worry in her voice was unmistakable but she didn't 
complain about her new position.

"Yes." He whispered in her ear and laid back down on the bed. 
"Are you comfortable?"

"Mmm-hm." She answered, taking his arms in hers and locking 
them around her waist. She felt his soft lips on her neck, fighting
with her hair, giving her a kiss after a kiss, after a kiss.

"I dreamt about it again." He said suddenly.

At first she was silent, laying there on the top of him, sensing 
his warm breath in her hair. Then she leaned to the side, turning
her head. "I'm sorry, hon. Did it finish the same way again?"

He sighed, grinning. "Surprisingly...no. Actually, you were in it."

"Oh? Lil old me?" She giggled. "And what was I doing in it?"

"Well, after the now traditional car crash...the passenger in the van
wasn't my..."

"But me?" Her two big, bright eyes were probing him, filled with joy.
"So? Tell me, what did I do?"

He closed his head to hers, touching her cheek with the tip of his nose
and murmured. "You...were doing some pretty naughty stuff..."

"Oh did I?" She grinned mischievously and slid her right arm around 
his neck.

"Yes, you..." He tried to continue but was distracted by her gentle 
nibbling on his ear. "That tickles." He chuckled, then in a second burst
out laughing as she whispered something in his ear "No, not that! Who
taught you such dirty things?"

"Mmm, I had a great teacher."

"Had a great teacher?"

"Well, I don't know...Word is he quit teaching." Her head was now laying
on his shoulder, her breath caressed his chest hair.

"Now who would tell such a lie?" He answered in a playful voice.

"I wonder..."

Her petite body was laying on her back, her right hand holding his arm,
stroking it lightly before continuing downwards to his fingers. The soft
fabric of his boxers was pressing onto her fingertips.
"Oh, new fabric softener?" She giggled.

"Well, they needed to be softened after..."

"Shhh." Her breathing got more deeper and was close to break the barrier
of inaudibility. "Tell me more...about the dream."

"As I said, you were in that car. You were wearing that nice dress I..."

"Oh? I thought I would be in something more like those beach bunnies 
you watch on channel 12."

"Er...I...it was cold, you'd freeze to death if you were in a bikini like
 that."

"You sure it's not because you think I wouldn't look good in a thong?" 
She smiled once again, before letting a moan slip past her lips.

"Now that I wouldn't mind seeing." He reached down underside her 
and cupped her buttocks. 

"Talking 'bout soft..." He chuckled, massaging her bottom through the 
silky surface of her panties. 

"Are you cold?"

"No, I'm fine..." Her breath mingled with the words. "Go on, please."

"With the massage or the story?"

A chuckle fled her throat. "Whatever you'd like more, I'm fine with 
either."

She felt so warm under his fingertips, like the hot, calm water in a 
bathtub, and this was one bath he never wanted to get out of. He 
drew another deep breath of her hair, it strongly reminiscent him 
of strawberry. From his perspective he couldn't see much, only the 
countless bangs of her bright, flaming red hair along with a glimpse 
of the pale, pink surface of her shoulders that moved up and down slightly.

"Have I ever told you how beautiful hair you've got?" A warm, gentle 
breeze landed on her ears.

"Mm hmm."

"How perfect your skin is?" The soothing voice went on.

"Ohh yes..."

He paused for a second, adjusting himself under her, trying to get 
more comfortable.

"Hey!" She said with a playful voice. "What are you doing? I'm gonna
fall off, you know."

"Don't worry, I've got you." He chuckled. "But what are you doing? 
Stop wiggling your butt."

"I can't help it..." Her giggle filled the room. "Something is poking me."

"Oh." He mumbled under his breath, twining his legs around hers trying
to get it touch with as much of her warm body as he could. Nothing was 
heard but her slow, heavy breathing as his hands drew back a little 
caressing her hips, then found their way under her buttocks again, 
this time slipping between the soft fabric of her panties and the warm, 
firm flesh. She continued swaying her rear lightly as he progressed 
further under her bottom, touching her thighs with his fingertips and 
then brushing off her own fingers.

"Pleasure to meet you." She whispered, grabbing his hand.

"I'll bet."

 Her hands continued to move in a calm, steady pace, stretching the 
stitches on the panties with every thrust. Silently, he moved around 
her rear, not detaching his palms off her skin for a second until he 
finally came to her belly, twining his arms with hers. Without a word 
they switched positions, his fingers traveled downwards to her warm, 
moist areas of pleasure while her hands caressed the aroused surface 
of his hips and butt. Breathing was becoming more and more heavier, 
more and more louder with every movement their bodies experienced 
as their pelvises traveled up and down in harmony.
 
She pressed her thighs together as harder as she could, suffocating 
his hand, keeping it buried in her. Then she'd do the opposite, spreading 
her legs as wide as she could, trying to let the most of him in as she 
could. Again, her thighs would close, and so on and so forth. Tingling 
that started deep down in her was now getting more powerful and 
becoming more intense with each stroke his skillful hands would make.

"Have I ever told you how beautiful hair you've got?" He whispered in 
her ear again and got a burst of laughter in response. "Now I know how 
you must feel when I ask you to give me a peck on my three day old beard." 
He continued, releasing some more giggle from her throat.

Her breathing was turning to gasping, his hands moved faster and faster,
her pelvis was thrusting downwards onto the hard bulge underneath her. 
With a somewhat nervous movement she pulled her T-shirt upwards, 
revealing the soft slopes of her breasts.

"Mmm." He suddenly slipped his hands out on the open and gently moved 
her off of him.

"Change of plans?" She asked playfully, happy being finally able to make 
some eye contact. 

"Change of pace." He replied and grabbed a pillow to put it under her 
head. He stood there, kneeling beside her, his shadow looming over her 
pale body, watching her play with her hard, aroused nipples, not setting 
her eyes off him for a second. With a swift movement he took off his 
shirt, leaving the soft bluish light of the night to outline his chest. He 
drew back, sat on the edge of the bed and held her foot in his hand.

"That tickles!" She screamed, pulling the leg from him but not really 
trying to brake free from his gentle grip.

His fingers slowly caressed her foot, then went upwards, over the 
curves of her leg. His other hand had a nice handful of her left thigh 
and seemed quite content where it was.

She raised her elbows in the air, exposing her armpits as her fingers 
rustled her fiery hair. Then his fingers arrived to her panties. From 
both sides, she felt a sudden ease as the pressure of the rubber was 
relieved. She giggled once more as she saw him trying to take them of 
with his teeth, then shook her head when he gave her a puzzled look. 
For a moment she raised her pelvis a little and the panties were gone, 
on their way to the knees and beyond. He was so genuinely careful 
sliding them down along her legs, as if they would brake into million 
little pieces if he made one sudden movement. Finally, they found a 
new resting place in his hand, revolving around his finger.

Things got hotter as she felt his lips on her upper thighs, sucking gently 
the surface of her skin. His tongue was, however, cold, almost like there
was an ice cube in his mouth that was now closing in on her lips. She felt 
it play around the spot, touching it for a second then drawing back, 
moistening the only areas around it which, somehow, managed to stay dry. 
She let another moan, more a psychological one than because of real 
physical pleasure. It was becoming hard not to just grab him by his ears 
and bury his face into her.

Then he let go. His tongue moved up, now skillfully circled around her 
navel as his nipple brushed off her, their hair twining into a thick, dark 
forest. His palms sneaked up on her breasts, cupping them but in the same 
time, letting some space for his tongue to caress her hard, erect nipples. 
Slowly massaging her left one and making almost inaudible sucking noises 
with his lips on her right one he was bringing her closer to the edge with 
every passing second.

She closed her eyes, gasping for air as his fingers continued their dance,
covering every inch of her body. Her hands caressed his back, but in the 
same time kept him tightly pressed onto her. He'd look at her, then return 
back to her nipples, fondling them almost with a sense of veneration.

"I think I'm going to explode..." She mumbled, using all her willpower not 
to just climb on top of him and tear his boxers off into pieces.

"Mmm, do we need a bit more fuel to light this fire?" His lips found their 
way to her face, gently brushing off her chin, her cheeks, her nose.

"God..." A deep breath. "Yes..." Another deep breath. "Please!" She sensed
she'd burn out if something wasn't done soon.

Their lips met, their tongues twined. Their souls fluttered. A little
 break, 
a fresh take of air then another kiss. And another one. Their arms embraced
each other, pressing tightly, not wanting to let go.

Then she moved away a little, grinning mischievously. Her hand rushed into 
his boxers but only for a second, before he managed to squirm out of her 
reach.

"Hey, that is mine..." She made a sad face, still holding her hand in air, 
trying to make contact. 

"I have something better in mind." 

"But I just wanted to ease your pain, he'll suffocate to death in there."

"Ah, he's a sturdy fella." 

"May be, but he could use a bigger house, remind me to buy you new 
boxers tomorrow." 

He burst out in laughter, shaking his head. His eyes watched her sucking 
her forefinger, giving him an innocent thirteen year old schoolgirl look. 
He wondered where that finger was a few seconds ago. But there was 
no time to lose. Once more, he drew back, gently pushing each her leg 
aside. She didn't have to be told twice as her legs sprung to the sides 
leaving him a very open perspective. The drops of sweat on his forehead 
showed his struggle to keep calm and not explode himself.

"Ahhh." His tongue felt great. And his fingers. And his nose. She rose 
her head a little to observe his action more closely but the waves of 
pleasure rushing through her body made it hard to concentrate on 
anything. Tiny flame inside her transformed into a fiery tempest, ravishing
 
her body and soul closer to the delight of the climax. Her heart was 
racing, trying to keep up with her, pumping new hot blood into the already 
steaming body that was now shuddering under the skilled movements 
inside her. His lips touched hers, making contact for a second before 
moving away, then fondling the rim while his fingers caressed the, now 
erect, guardian of the vulva. More and more cries, almost screams, of 
pleasure fought with her breath to be heard. A thought of people outside 
hearing them crossed her mind for a millisecond but then drowned in 
the sea of delight. She didn't need to say anything, the combined forces 
of his tongue and his fingers, now knuckle deep in flesh, started another 
offensive towards the final victory. Moving faster and deeper it was only 
question of time before she'd crack under the pressure.

"I think I'm going to drown in here..." He paused to mumble before getting 
back to work in no time. He tried to remember when was she this wet last 
time.

This is it, it's coming. Her mind couldn't focus on a single thought,=
 almost 
every muscle in her body was convulsing, she was about to explode. A 
last stream of juices flowed through her, meeting with him inside her 
before a series of powerful spasms started to ravish her body followed 
by moans and under-the-breath screams. One after another after another, 
tremors rushed through her, backed by the ongoing work of his tongue.

"Don't stop." Her mouth managed to utter before having to take another 
deep breath. Her whole body moved, up and down, from reality to surreal 
fantasy that engulfed her mind. Her pelvis, her stomach, her things, all 
joining in the symphony in motion of pleasure. "God, that was intense." Her
 
eyes sought his but her vision was still blurry. A determined but gentle
 grip 
of his sweaty hand around hers, with their fingers twining in a knot 
seemingly not possible to untwine, calmed her down, relaxing her and 
making her close her eyes for a moment.

"Come on, you big boy."

He didn't have to be told twice as his lips touched her mouth and his 
tongue yet again slid into her. It felt different, but good nevertheless. 
Opening her eyes, she flashed him a smile and drew a deep breath. 
"You were great."

"No, you were." He replied, frowning a little from the breeze of her 
warm breath that was now tickling his nostrils. He picked a hair from 
his mouth to her amazement. "So you are a redhead..." 

Another peck on the lips followed, accompanied by her sweaty palms 
on his bare back, pressing him tightly onto her.

"You know, I don't know what am I going to do with you." She said in 
a soft, seductive voice, combing his hair with her elegant fingers.

"Well, you could lock me up in here and abuse me every day."

"Intriguing proposal."

"Don't worry, I won't sue." He grinned, cocking an eyebrow.

"But no. You've put me in deep debts as it is. I mean, first that 
magnificent job you did yesterday morning and now this?"

"But I had to..."

She cut him off, chuckling. "I could be your little sex slave for 
months without repaying you for that."

"As I said before, I had no choice that morning. You were still in 
the middle of the breakfast making process and I just couldn't 
wait...I had to eat something."

"I guess." Another chuckle escaped her lips. "But because of you 
I cut my finger."

"It's not my fault you don't know how to use a knife."

"Oh yes, that's the problem. And silly old me thought one could 
possibly..."

She was interrupted by a kiss and the ongoing work of his fingers 
tracing every curve of her body.
"But I forgive you." She murmured, not taking her look of the glimmer 
in his hazelnut eyes. "As a matter of fact, I'm going to repay you right 
now. Come here."

He didn't seem to protest as her hand reached for his boxer shorts 
but as soon as she made actual contact, touching his hip, he jerked, 
kneeling, and moved away from her. "Maybe we shouldn't." He uttered 
in the most unconvincing tone to her appalled face.

She gave him one of her looks and rose on all fours, crawling slowly 
towards him. "Oh no you don't. You're gonna get it this time, it's your 
turn now."

He didn't get far as her hands locked themselves around his thighs, 
holding him with a firm grip. Still kneeling, he watched her from above, 
moving closer to him, swaying her hips seductively until her nose made 
contact with the stretched fabric of his boxer shorts.

"I saw you touching yourself there." She purred, scolding him. 
"You naughty boy. I hope there's still something left in here for me."

"God, mmm."

"Is that all you can say?" She grinned, rubbing her nose ever more 
tightly off the bulge on his boxers while sliding her fingers in the 
tight crack between his hips and the cotton fabric. Inch by inch, she 
was pulling them down, revealing his erect manhood that seemed eager 
to brake free of its cotton shackles. Only the tip was left covered and 
it wouldn't be soon before...

"Ouch!" She let a girlish scream as his erection sprung in the air and hit 
her in the nose. She felt his whole body tremble as the laughter echoed 
the room. "Oh yeah, laugh, won't you." She chuckled herself by now, 
shaking her head. "You could take someone's eye out with that thing if 
you're not careful."

"You could've read the manual before handling the new machinery."

"Oh shut up."

He gazed in the crystal clear iris surrounding the shrunken pupils of 
her eyes, the fire beneath them, the lust lurking, about to jump onto its 
prey. He felt her lips, touching him, nudging him, staying tightly shut.=
 Her 
palms cruised around his back, feeling his tensed muscles beneath, 
before finally settling down on his soft buttocks. Gentle touch of her 
fingertips speeded up his breathing, as he searched for balance and 
found a foothold in her head, running his fingers through her hair. Her 
right hand sought a more rewarding task as it feathered over his erection. 
She stroked him, slow at first, then faster and faster, making him 
whimpering beneath the breath. Dozens of silky kisses fondled his shaft, 
covering every aroused inch of him there was. Her warm breath flowed 
around him as her tongue slowly, almost cautiously, caressed the underbelly
 
of his shaft, running up and down before settling on his testicles, giving 
them a warm home in her mouth.

"God, yes..." Were the only words that managed to break through the 
countless gasps for air as the stroking became faster and her tongue 
work more vigilant. She stopped for a moment, making him change the 
position, completely taking off his boxers and sitting on the edge of the 
bed. He didn't have to wait long before her tongue went back in action, 
playing with the tip of his manhood, barely touching it, then drawing back.

"Come on, don't tease!"

"Yeah? Or what?" She giggled, keeping her eyes on him and continuing 
the hand work.

"Or I'll...I'll..."

"Or you won't come?" 

He felt her tongue flicker around him, her lips closing tightly, stroking 
him in uneven, sporadic motion. She'd let it slip out for a moment, gaze 
at it's now glittering, almost shiny surface then take it back in and went 
on with the tongue play. He felt being thrown left, right, up and down, 
to the peaks of ecstasy and the depths of infinite passion. Her eyes were 
still on his, smiling, almost asking how does she make him feel. Again,=
 taking 
a little break, he felt her hands on the work as she rubbed her nose of him
 
and then opened wide. Slowly but surely he watched as she mangled him up, 
take him in her warm home, slipping him deep inside. He felt a little
 shudder 
as she came close to gag but then continued her divine task. Closing his
 eyes, 
he met with countless images, sounds, thoughts that ran through his mind
 but 
couldn't catch a single one with her keeping him where he was now. He felt 
her nose touching his belly, her warm breath on his pubic hair, her sweet 
scent everywhere. She hurried up, increasing the pace, sliding her lips up 
and down him, her nose making contact with his belly almost every second. 
He felt it coming, and he knew she felt it too. Grinning, she ignored his
 moans 
as she moved even faster, her face clearly showing effort. He suddenly felt
 
bigger than ever as tremors ripped through his abdomen and made him almost
lose his balance and fall of the bed. The pressure on the base of his shaft
 
was gone along with her finger and he could only imagine the power of his 
spurts as he shuddered under their intensity.

"Hon...yea..huh.." He tried to make an articulate sound with little
 success.

"Mmm" Was the only reply she managed to make being the polite little girl 
who knew she shouldn't talk with her mouth full. Her hand came slowly to 
a halt, letting him go and resting on his thigh, regaining strength. She, 
herself, couldn't wait a second as she rose her head and, licking his
 belly, 
leaving a sticky trail, going over his chest, his neck, closed on his lips.

"Great I tell you..." He mumbled, the salty touch of her lips dissolving 
slowly in his mouth, their noses touching and rubbing off each other. 
"Here, you missed a spot." He licked her forehead, finishing with a light
peck on her eyelids.

"Did I wore you out too much?" 

"Nah, I've got some more where that came from." He replied with a chuckle.

Her arms were around him, enveloping him in her, almost as if she wanted 
to stretch herself in a sheet and blanket every square inch of him with her
 
warmth. "Make love to me." She mouthed softly and pulled him to herself 
without waiting for his reaction, her eyes telling him she wants him to lay
 
on the bed. He obeyed, without a word, just gazing at her and touching 
her wherever he could, caressing her neck, fondling her breasts, sending 
thousands of tiny tingles through her skin, almost as if she bathed in
 static 
electricity. Pinning him down, engulfing his head in the satin pillows she 
gifted him with another series of kisses, climbing on top of him and
 rubbing 
her body off his. Every line, every curve on their bodies touched, skidded 
off one another, making their skin tingle and their breathing become
 heavier. 
She felt his erection coming back on, rubbing against her, pressing into
 her.

"Hey ho, silver." He whispered to himself cupping her buttocks in his
 hands.

"You can bet your ass." Another giggle escaped her lips as she sat upright 
on his belly, her fingers playing with his nipples. "This lone rangeress
 has 
lots of miles to cross before dawn."

Supporting her weight on her knees for a moment, she carefully sought a 
new foothold, caressing it with slow strokes, feeling it grow and getting 
firmer with every passing second. With one last effort, she raised her 
hips upwards and carefully positioned herself, guiding him in. She felt his
 
head, making a crack in her, not moving, just...being there. Slowly, with 
her arms polishing his chest and wrapping themselves around his neck she 
lowered herself onto him.

They breathed in unison, moved in harmony, with each new thrust sending 
shivers down their spines. No words wore spoken, only silent moans, gasps 
and nervous play of their hands with their bodies. Their eyes, fixed on 
each other, gazed in the depths of pleasure, melting with their thoughts. 
She increases the pace, wincing with every thrust on him, locks of her 
hair sticking to her sweaty forehead, moving in her eyes, her mouth, her 
face. Like a boat on the sea, their bodies rock, watching the once calm 
sea transforming into a raging tempest beneath them.

Rain thumpered on the roof outside, not showing any signs of end, morphing
with the sound of their passion into a steady murmur. Skies, though still
 dark, 
were pinched by the soft glitter from the eastern horizon, almost coloring 
the raindrops that were sliding down the smooth window surface, leaving 
tiny trails like the snakes in the desert. Their bodies, distorted, under
 the 
glass, imitated Picasso, melted in one, their limbs dancing in the shadows 
and floated on the ocean of lust.

"Slower." She whimpered, wincing under his thrusts. She could feel the 
skin on her bottom being rippled with every impact of his abdomen. The 
pillow in front of her seemed as if it was shaking, along with the entire 
bed and even the walls around her. His firm grip on her hips felt sweaty, 
cold and fiery at the same time. She lowered her head, burying it into the 
sheets, closing her eyes tightly. "Yes, faster...now..." She moaned as he 
obeyed her wish. "Harder..." She whimpered to herself, rocking with the 
bed. Her head tilted downwards, watching his thighs move, her breasts 
wobble, suddenly realizing how funny his balls looked seemingly dangling 
out of her like this.

His muscles felt the fatigue but the only thing his mind felt was pleasure,
combining gentle sliding of him into her with energetic throbs. "God, 
you're tight...does it hurt?

"No...much..." She muttered, drawing a deep breath. "Don't stop..."

He felt her fingers brushing off his testicles sporadically but suspected 
that wasn't their primary task as she supported herself with only one hand,
her elbow carrying most the weight, her body being slightly tilted to the 
side forcing her cheek dive through the pillows. His movement subsided, 
sensing they were both getting closer to the brink of orgasm, and he pulled
himself out of the warmth of her body, taking a moment off. Her bottom 
was still pressing onto him with some rhythm, as if she didn't want to
 realize 
there was a pause going on.

His arms folded around her tiny waist as he flipped her on her back to
 little
 protest of her own. She watched, with an almost devious grin, pouting her 
lips at him, her hand gliding down his lower arm which laid on her stomach,=
 
positioning her body. She lifted her legs, spreading them, making herself
 as 
open as she could, inviting him in for one last, final play.

Cautiously approaching her, she felt the tip rubbing off her inner thighs,=
 gliding
 its way in. Then he'd draw back, smiling, visibly having fun in torturing
 her 
with his pretend-hesitancy. He held her legs around their ankles for a
 moment, 
watching them, like a boy with too many new toys who can't decide with
 which 
one he wants to play first. Finally, he put them to rest, raising them to
 his 
shoulders and locking them around his neck. Not wanting to protest she was 
still until his first throb, fast and powerful one, seemingly splitting her
 in 
half. But the pose was somewhat uncomfortable and, under his continuous 
thrusts she lowered her legs and folded them around his waist.

He slowed down, controlling himself, knowing he approached the point where
he can come whenever he wants to, waiting for her to do the same. Although 
her breathing became louder than the sporadic high pitched squealing of the
 
bed and her moans transformed into short screams she didn't seem to have 
gotten to that point, tightening her leg lock and making him go deeper and 
deeper into her. He knew she knew he was about to come but didn't stop as 
her eyes begged him to keep it up for just a while more. With strain and
 sounds 
of effort he went on, straightening his body out to the point where it was 
vertical to hers. Again, gently pushing inside her he prolonged the
 inevitable, 
listening to her purr as she obviously enjoyed the new rhythm.

"Now, hard...please..." Was her last cry as he sensed she was ready and he 
shifted into high gear, using up all of his energy in these last several
 blows, 
throbbing hard and deep, making trouble for her moans to keep up with his 
pace. He felt he was there but for some time the climax just seemed to
 build 
up as she pounded as hard as he could, making her, now almost limp, body 
just lay pressed onto the drenched, sweaty silk fabric of sheets beneath 
them. Her final screams echoed the room as his own body felt torn apart 
in millions of directions, batted with countless waves of pleasure that 
flew from his abdomen, keeping up with his ejaculation.

Her body trembled under his orgasm, itself starting to shake in irregular 
spasms, her limbs locking themselves tightly around her partner for one 
last time with sheer delight flowing into her and ravishing every part of 
the being she was. Immense power of her climax ripped her body with 
convulsions that seemed to last forever, making her fight for each breath.

"God..." She managed to utter after a few moments of silence. "Now, this 
was incredible."

"Yeah, we were, weren't we?" He grinned, lowering himself on her, still 
morphed with her, feeling the juices ooze out of her but not touching the 
already soaked sheets as they glued to their bodies.

"Yes." She sighed. "And we don't even have to worry about contraception."

He opted for a 'I'm sorry honey' but remained silent and just pressed his 
body close to her, gently embracing her and planting tender kisses on her 
neck. She herself squinted, drawing her face in a dreamy smile and, 
tilting her head to him, kissed his forehead.

Rain outside ceased, giving way to orange skies that were becoming 
brighter by the minute. The sole corona of the sun was still hidden but 
there was more than enough of golden glitter to outline the hundreds of 
rooftops, smoking chimneys, and numerous treetops that were scattered 
throughout the valley. Everything was calm, and quit, there wasn't even a 
bird to desecrate the silence that embedded the town. Old elm 
tree stood tall, casting a shadow over the house, listening to the soft 
whisper of the souls inside.

"Mmm, what's the time?" A silky voice was heard, asking.

"I don't know...but I'm sure we still have time to do another round." 
A short pause followed. "If you want it, that is."

"Of course you horny stud..." She purred. "But this time I get to lead."

The End