“What’s your name?” I ask him.
He cocks his head and looks at me with his piercing green eyes. “Names are unimportant.” His hand, strong and large, reaches over and begins to stroke at my hair. “I am who I am, and you are everything. I need not call your name, for whenever words pass over my lips they are only for you. You are all there is. You need never call my name, for whenever you form sound with your beautiful mouth,” his fingers softly pass over my lips, “I will know if it is meant for me.”
His touch has flooded my body with comfort. I sigh, a deep a wonderful breath filled with peace and pleasure. “Yes, but I still would like to know what to call…” I trail off as his finger traces circles on my breasts.
He smiles very slightly and says, “If you wish, after this day we will give each other names, names that have meaning for each of us.” He leans over and begins to kiss me.
His kisses are very soft and gentle, barely touching my lips at first. He explores my lips with his, as if he were memorizing every nuance and curve of them. His arms run up and down the sides of my body as he positions himself atop of me. I can feel his heart beating through his muscular chest as he leans up against me. His rigid member slowly moves down my thigh, towards the center of my being.
He pauses at the threshold of my womanhood, teasing, but never entering it. He plays with the anticipation that is building up within me, drawing out the moment for as long as he can. Finally, I break his tender kiss and whisper for him to do it.
He pushes forward slowly; I feel the tip off his manhood push into me. He pauses, then pulls out and begins to tease me again. My body is now aching for him. He can see it in my eyes that I no longer want him-I need him.
He thrusts himself forward and I moan as our flesh becomes one. His manhood fills me completely, sending a fire throughout my body. I lose myself in his arms and we begin the steady rhythm of sex.
Time has lost all meaning for both of us, only the moment matters. Again and again he pushes himself into me. Again and again I accept his offering. The feeling is slow to build, but it soon becomes undeniable. My body begins to tremble and then buck as a massive orgasm, unlike anything I have every experienced, washes over me. I scream in unrestrained pleasure as I feel his hot juices pour out inside of me.
We collapse into each other’s arms, completely spent. He turns to me and says, “I will name you…”
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