Timeless

He scooped her off the ground now, almost effortlessly as she automatically twined her arms around his neck. The weightless feeling felt a little strange but she felt perfectly safe in his arms. A moment later, she felt the softness of her bed under her and Rosa lay back, trembling, knowing instinctively what was ahead.

Vic pressed his lips heatedly against her own again; rougher this time and she opened her mouth, allowing his tongue to enter as the kiss deepened. And then she felt his hands moulding her breast gently through her jumper.

Rosa cupped the back of his hand, pressing it closer. Not satisfied she guided his hand under the clothes and she felt his warm breath against her cheek, him chuckling as he curved a hand around the bar clad mound of quivering flesh, thumb circling the stiffening nipple over the material.

He tweaked it and she jerked under his touch. In an instant, he pulled his hand away, grasping the hem of the jumper and sweeping it over her head. Then he deftly unhooked her bra, stripping it away from her body so he could seek the flesh out with his mouth. Her breasts were perfect – like those of a Grecian goddess in warm flesh instead of marble.
As she felt the warmth moistness close around her right nipple, Rosa nearly swooned. She brought her hands up, tangling her fingers in his hair as he sucked on her nipple.

Teasing.
He taunted the flesh with his tongue and teeth causing her to cry out soundlessly, back arching eagerly forward.

He switched to her neglected left breast, repeating his earlier actions, sucking her nipple hard then licking it in a slow, torturous circle motion. Rosa gripped his head tighter.
Cold air touched her as he abandoned her breasts now, moving lower, kissing the smooth unblemished skin, dipping his tongue into her navel before moving lower and hooking his finger on the waistband of her skirt.

He pulled it away slowly, slowly.
Vic found himself almost in reverent awe of her beauty as he pulled her panties off her body as well, sliding them down the slender legs and then tossing them aside. As she lay there, her chest heaving with each heavy breath she took, her hair spread out with abandon on the pillow, she looked like an angel.

He undressed quickly and joined her again on the bed, lying beside her and taking her hands in his, pressing the palms to his body, urging her to touch him, explore him.
Shyly, but surely, Rosa ran her hands over her beloved’s body. She had always been painfully aware of his presence but today, it became overwhelming this feeling of touching his naked body.

The contours of his muscles, his broad shoulders, perfectly shaped chest and flat abs. She moved closer, breathing in his familiar scent and pressing her lips to his body now and as she reached lower to the length between his legs that seemed to throb with its own life, she felt him shudder under her.

Rosa marvelled in it. The power to make her Vic tremble was so great that it frightened her almost. She pulled back but he caught her, pulling her back to him

“Don’t stop,” he told her, his hands faltering for the first time as he talked to her and Rosa followed her instincts. She kissed his manhood, revering in the tightening of his muscles at her touch and when she took him into her mouth, replicating by feel what he had done to her breasts, she felt Vic jerk.

Had she been able to hear, she would have been able to hear him groaning deep in his throat from the pleasure. Had she been able to see, she would have been able to see his face scrunched in ecstasy. But what she could feel was how his body responded to her, and Rosa let that response guide her.

Each time he jerked, she added pressure with her tongue and lips, each twisting told her she was doing it right. Rosa wrapped her fingers around the base of his manhood, stroking it in time to the rhythm of her mouth around him and each stroke cause him to writhe.

Finally, she felt his strong fingers grip her shoulder, hauling her back up to meet him as he meshed his lips fiercely to hers again. Vic knew that if he let her do as she please any longer he would erupt and he didn’t want that. Today was not for him, but for her.

He wrapped those strong arms around her, turning over so he could pin her on the bed. Now, he travelled down her body again and finally buried his face in her centre. Rosa knew now what she must have done to him because her hips bucked up involuntarily at the first touch of his tongue.

The pleasure… the feel of it.
Vic drew her legs over his shoulders as he kissed her in the most intimate of way, sucked on her nub, tongue lapping at her. He used his hand as well, sliding one long finger into her and she gasped soundlessly again, hands trying to reach for him, failing that, she clutched the sheets instead.

Vic!! She wanted to scream had she been able to, her mind spinning out of control as he brought her higher, adding another finger, stroking her mercilessly.

Her body twisted, writhed in the unbearable agony of pleasure but he wouldn’t let up. He clamped her down with one strong arm, pushing her legs further apart with the other as he continued to make love to her with her mouth and finally Rosa exploded, her body contracting in pleasure as she arched her back of the bed, head trashing on the pillow.

Finally, finally the heat in her head cleared and she felt Vic trail kisses up her leg, stomach, the valley of her breasts to claim her lips again. Even as he kissed her, he pressed her palm which had been clutching the sheets open and asked her.

“Are you okay?”

Rosa couldn’t answer, merely gripping his fingers in encouragement and then he said, “This might hurt princess, but I promise you it will get better.”

Using his knee, he parted her legs and settled himself in between them. Rosa held on to him and as he told her, the first thrust caused pain to shoot through her body. She threw her head back, biting on her lip desperately as she tried to bear it.
Vic buried his head at the nape of her neck, his warm breath heavy against her ear and she could feel the taut muscles of his back clench and unclench under her hands.

Rosa knew he was fighting to control his passion, fighting to make this as painless as he could for her and a tear slid out of the corner of her eye.
She loved him so much.
Skimming her hands down his back, she pressed firmly down, welcoming him all the way into her body.

Vic grunted, bracing his weight on either side of her with his arms, and then he began to move. She felt her body adjusting to the intrusion, stretching and accommodating him. Very soon, the pain began to subside, and in its place, the ecstasy began to build again.
Without even knowing it, Rosa’s body began to move with him, arching up to meet him thrust for thrust.

She locked her legs around him as he moved faster, burying himself into her molten heat. She contracted around him, each thrust driving her higher until finally, Rosa climaxed. Her inner muscled clenched him almost fiercely as she threw her head back once more, body convulsing in the ultimate pleasure. He gripped her waist, moving with it and with the last few thrust, climaxed as well spurting his warm seed into her body.

Sated and shaken by the intensity of their lovemaking, Vic slumped down on top of her, completely spent. Rosa welcomed his weight, wrapping her arms around his sweat slicked body.
He kissed her forehead half drowsily a minute later as he rolled off her gathering her into his arms and pulling the cover over them.
They soon drifted of into a heavy, blissful sleep, drugged almost it seemed in their love.