My Sweet Valentine

[Akura]

His embrace wandered, caressing her boldly. She moved into his touch even while the path of his hands startled her.
Over her stomach and bottom, down to her thighs, he pressed and claimed all of her. His touch moved more shockingly, teasing through her dress along the cleft of her bottom, venturing to the pulse that maddened her, making the pleasure sink and throb.

He didn’t assault. He didn’t attack. He lowered his mouth to hers slowly, but Amy did nothing to stop him. She gasped a little at the first touch of flesh to flesh, and he took advantage, easing his tongue into her mouth slowly, deeply. She shuddered at the blatant carnality of it, but did nothing to stop him. She felt caught in the pull of some incredible magnet, unable to draw away, unable to stop her body from responding as he tasted her.

She turned her face up to his, but her half-felt protest became a moan of surrender as he drove his mouth down on hers with a hungry kiss which splintered her senses his passion coursing through her like a wave of velvet fire, setting the insides of her soul on fire, severing any connection to her higher brain functions, her sense of reality.

He reached out to remove the clip from her hair, murmured his warm pleasure as it fell in a red-blonder gleam around her shoulders.
“See how your hair glows like fire against your skin. And how your eyes sparkle like pure, clear aquamarines” he whispered gently into her ear,

She had never been seduced by words so liquid before, had never known their sweet wanton power.
He kissed her slowly at first, shortly thereafter, she was on his side, or he on hers, everything blurred quickly.
She was in his arms; breathing had become a thing of the past, something they were both so incapable of. His was loose, nearly off. The left strap of Amy’s dress was no longer secured on her hips; and her hair had come loose. Eyes closed, lips pressed. She heard a zip and knew that he had begun to undress her slowly, her arms pulled through without a second thought. Tyler was as well joining her in the removal of unneeded clothing.

She let herself go, succumbing fully to her wants. There she was, lying in the arms of a man she had known for less than a day. He pulled her on top of him. The fit was perfect; they were made for each other.
The pleasure took control, overwhelming her, until she screamed as the very essence of her being was tussled and reshaped into a pure wave of affection.

Her hand was on his length now, minute by minute, her nipples grew stiffer and more erect, as shivers of pure passion reverberated down her spine. She held tight as he grew longer and harder, and began to shudder with great force. He touched her chest, her heartbeat rushing. His own body still moved to the rhythm of her heart.

He brushed a strand of her hair, moves his hand lower, touching the springy hair, and touching the silver threads. Tyler thought that this is what it would take to make her want him but now she is no more real than he is.

He is drawn again to her legs, which are smooth now and so definably textured. He gently runs with his fingers over her sensitivity, he imagines that he can see the flames within her, raging out of control. Thinking, he is the spark and she is the fuel. Together they produce wild fire. Thinking, this is the rhythm of the world.

She is so still, it doesn't matter how he touches her, fingers or lips. She lies there and they become more and more of the same person.
Tentatively, he was inside her, the wheels turning, drawing him in, to warmth, to moisture, to a small surrounding space, widening, drawing more of him in to fill. She writhed beneath him in ecstasy.

She touched him more firmly now, tightly clenching her arms around him. He pressed into her body as she moaned gently in rhythm to his thrusts. Pure pleasure coursed through his veins and into her with every movement.

As he looked deep into her eyes, he felt them both spiral towards orgasm. With one almighty lunge they climaxed together and he pulled away, breathless and weak.
He moved his hand over to hers and clutched it tight; she rolled towards him and rested her head on his chest.