Memories of Passion Well Spent
Author: Lady Sirona lsirona@pacbell.net
Rating: NC17 PWP raw!
Classification: Male/female its a secret.. can you guess?
Spoilers: anything this season [4] yet showed nothing grossly obvious I
can't be more specific without risk ruining the effect. Take a chance ;)
Disclaimer: Not mine they belongs to Joss and corporprate types.
Dedication: To my best friends, you know who you are, who kept the
writing alive in the drought of time!
Memories of Passion Well Spent
He settled in his darkened room, his heart a flutter. He had lit a candle earlier and the smell of hot wax filled his senses and brought back memories of her body lit by candlelight. He lay back on the bed nude, and closed his eyes remembering her smile and the invitation in the tilt of her mouth. His lubricated hand found his straining erection as he traveled the road of memories of passion well spent.
He lay among the soft silken pillows that brought back heated memories of their frolicking to music and passion. He ran his hand up and down his hard cock, the tiniest bit of precum wetting the head to tell him his body was primed to sink into her hot wet folds for another plunder of her moist hot and throbbing core.
He moaned softly in a husky rumble as he stroked himself to the memory of kissing her full mouth with battling tongues and little nips that stirred both their passions. He remembered her hazel eyes dancing with candlelight and passion as he nuzzled her breast suckling her taught hard nipple into his mouth to worry it and make it crinkle with pleasure.
He changed his rhythm on his cock to make it last as he remembered licking and sucking down her body. Her body was an instrument for him to play with his body in the symphony of pleasure. Her musky woman smell telling him she was getting ready for him, her lower lips opening out like a flower, swelling and becoming slick to accept his gift to her of his manhood.
He bit his lip as he remembered the first time he had touched her molten core as she cooed and purred to his touch like a cat in heat wanting and needing him to end her delicious torment. He hadn't. He had drawn it out as long as he could stand as he stroked the soft hairs wet with her need of him. He brought the hand up to his mouth and delicately flicked his tongue across her honey as it glistened on his fingers, tasting her essence.
His sandy blonde hair fell into his eyes as he gritted his teeth with his building passion. Not yet! It was too soon! He hadn't finished with his memory yet! He had a fine sheen of perspiration that that covered his muscular body and it beaded on his upper lip as he willed his hand to slower movements to allow him time to remember.
He remembered her skin of her inner thigh was the rarest of silks as she opened her body to him in a subtle plea for him to fill and complete her. She had never told him she loved him but he knew she needed his body to meet hers and thrust in hers to release her and draw her from her darkness and demons that was her day to day world and show her the light and heavens. He ached to do it then, as much if not more than now.
She had moaned with a soft voice that went right to his soul and he purred as he followed the delicate curve of her stomach down to her core with his questing lips. Her heavenly woman's scent was driving him wild as he licked across her lower lips parting them with his lips and tongue, entering her slowly allowing him to relish her cream.
She cried out with a wordless plea and rubbed her pussy against his firm jaw seeking relief from the building tension he evoked in her body. He wallowed in her juices as they were smeared on his face covering his lips, which he licked off reveling in the taste. They entered the opening of his nose a bit, allowing him to smell her aroused scent with every inhalation driving his passion higher. He rewarded her by wrapping his lips around her swollen clit and humming, which sent shudders through her body and her thighs closed on his ears blocking out her cries of pleasure.
"Please now… oh god please now!" she had begged him over and over as he worried the clit in his mouth pulling and nibbling it, sucking on it lightly as she came again and again with a swish of cream as his reward for him to lap up. He feasted well that time.
He had glanced up at her laying on her back, her head thrown back in abandon with her blonde hair sprayed across his pillow. Her skin was flush with her orgasms and her breasts were pink, her nipples were hard taut and rosy. She was the perfect view of the orgasmic woman well pleasured by her lover and he committed the view to memory.
He moaned with the ache of not having her now and a tear filled his eye, but he couldn't allow him to lose his path of meemory. He stroked himself as he remembered her in his bed and his arms, full of life and passion, when her body was for him and him alone, along way past the cold touch of her previous lover.
When he couldn't stand it anymore he stalked up her body and pressed his engorged cock at her wet and willing opening and slid home inside her, feeling the ridges of her cunt grabbing his cock as he sank to his hilt in her. He groaned in pleasure which was met with her own cry of gratitude as she was filled with his essence making her complete.
She looked up into his eye with a smile on her beautiful lips as she clamped down on his cock with her considerable muscle tone and brought a cry of pleasure from him as she wrapped her legs around him pulling him tighter into her. He filled her completely and they were one.
She thrust into him which triggered in him the muscles older than time to set up their rhythmic rocking. He slide his cock out of her until it was almost out, and then he thrust back into her wet pussy that was aching for him as much as he ached for it. Soon they were thrusting and straining and grunting and groaning lost in their pleasure of being one.
He was laying in his linen that he had made love to her in, remembering the feel of her cunt sucking at his cock as he thrust and rutted in her, bringing her to peak after peak until she thought she couldn't breath. He stroked his cock faster and harder to match the frantic rhythm in the memory if his mind of their bodies clashing together in orgasmic delight.
He felt the cum fill his hand which he spread onto his shaft to mimic the wet slick feeling of her pussy as it milked his throbbing cock for ever last drop of cum as he cried out his orgasm and filled her. Tears streaked his face as he remembered the feeling of love and oneness following their loving as they often melted into oneness and sleep.
He lay there in his place of sleep, alone and teary-eyed. He ached for her body, her smile and touch. He ached to be able to call her and just talk to her and see her laugh. He rolled over, his hand and stomach sticky with his come that he would nearly give his soul to be able to share with her again. No future there.
He lay there on his side remembering how she would look after they pleasured each other, her lips swollen with lust, her eyes glistening with passion. She would kiss, stroke and suckle him, sometimes taking his flaccid cock into her mouth to enjoy the taste their commingled juices. He often wouldn't stay flaccid long. But become hard again under the stimulation of her talented tongue that teased the tip of his cock. She would flick her tongue in the slit of the top of his cock and look up at him raw lust in her eyes. He would think he was going to lose his mind when she would swirl the head of his penis like a lollipop. She would hum and purr as she sucked his cock.
She delighted in brining him back to hardness after he had plundered her depths. She then would push him on his back and taking her pussy that was full of his come, slide it on his cock rubbing his cock in her pussy and their juices. He would very shortly forget his satisfaction and his body would clamor to once again to fill her.
This was her time as she lifted up and slid him home while he lay helpless on his back, a plaything for her need. She would look down at him her moth a little 'o' as she slide back and forth positioning her hips for her maximum pleasure while riding him to her goal.
He loved that, lying on his back, a prisoner of her need. Her breasts were swaying with her movement, bobbing enticingly in front of him within arms reach as she slid up and down his cock breathing heavy and moaning in pleasure as she came closer and closer to building up to her orgasm. He loved to reach up and take them in his hands, kneading and pulling as he stroked the nipples that grew so hard they felt like pebbles in his palms.
He would watch her face like he couldn't do in the other positions, as the sweat beaded up on her lip and she licked it off with the same tongue that licked his cock. He would thrust up into her to see her eyes become wide as he hit somewhere deep in her womb and set rippling shudders through her body and her breath catch as she cried out in pleasure. She would then rock and thrust as if her life depended on it, and maybe it did. Now she wasn't anything to anyone except a woman being pleasured by her lover and nothing else.
He would last longer this way, the second time, and it was worth it. Her thighs would tremble as they grabbed his hips as she strained against him trying to bring her clit to his pubic bone to satisfy her need. A tilt of the hip would frustrate her and she would grind down into him thrusting his cock deeper into her as she mewed with need.
He could watch the sexual flush start on her chest as she came closer to her peaks, and her head back she would begin to shudder with her orgasm as he matched her thrust for thrust. Out of pity he would eventually find her clit with his thumb and with intermittent stimulation blow her mind as she had smaller orgasm after smaller orgasm, her juices running down his cock to coat his balls in her honey.
When he felt his balls tightening and he knew he was going to come soon, he would rub her clit in round little circles of worship while rolling her nipple with his other hand. She would stark to peak for him as continue to do so long as he did it so, and they were both coming hard when he filled her cunt again with his come. He would come in a long throbbing geyser of cum filling her and splashing within her, claiming her as his woman.
She would then collapsed on him, his cock still inside her. It was as if they were sealed as one, his cock in her cunt, their juices sealing them. He would hold her, stroking her back and kissing her face as she rested from her pleasures. Sometimes she would fall asleep that way, satisfied and too pleasured to move from his body, craving the touch and the warmth as much as the sex before hand. She did not want to rush back to the cold darkness that was her day to day life. He was satisfied to grant this to her.
But it all would come to an end eventually. She would wake rested and refreshed and would gather her strength and pull away from him removing his flaccid cock from her pussy and making them once again two individuals. She would then shower off their juices and replace her clothes to return to her obligations and he would return to his lonely world where a sight of her was all he had to brighten his day. She had never told him she loved him, and he realized that he needed to hear that almost more than he needed the air to breath.
He rolled over and unmindful of the drying cum on his body that reminded him of their pleasures as he dressed. He would go to her. He knew she wouldn't tell him she loved him. It was too late for that now, but he needed to be near her, even if he would never touch that magnificent body again.
He bought a single white rose on his way to her. White to show the purity of his love and the depth of his pain. He walked toward her with a steady step that belied his pain and found her easily amid her fellows. He stood there just looking, taking in the finality of their separation.
He then reached out and placed the single white rose on the elegant marble gravestone, which read "Joyce Summers" and with a sob turned away. His time of being his own man would end soon, and Buffy would return from patrol and need Rupert Giles in his mode of Watcher. He walked back to his house a lonely man.
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