All through the night, their bodies writhed, limbs entwined, drowning in a vast abyss of unabandoned desire. In the misty morning light, just as the sun began its climb into the eastern sky, Mari’s eyelids languidly opened to the glorious vision that lay nestled against her in sleep.
    Gingerly, so as not to awaken him, Mari placed one fingertip on his broad muscular shoulder and slowly traced a path down the arm that rested atop the linen sheet. She relished the feel of his skin beneath hers, silky soft, and firm. Reaching his hand, and the long strong fingers that had given her so much pleasure, she stopped and kissed them, taking one finger at a time into her mouth. She could still taste herself upon them. He stirred, but did not waken. Creeping out from under the cool linen sheet, she tiptoed silently across the room. She stopped at the bathroom door, and glanced back at the man sleeping on the bed, etching every feature of his beautiful face into her memory, as if, like a dream, he might fade away with the flight of night and completely vanish with the rising sun.
    Stepping into the bathroom, Mari turned on the shower; cascades of hot water rippled down her skin in waves, while clouds of billowing steam rose up and wrapped her body in their misty shroud. Mari closed her eyes, skimming her hands across her body, sliding them over her aching breasts, still swollen from his expert touch, the erect nipples protruding between her slippery fingers. At once, a flutter began in those hardened points, and it blossomed within her body, flourishing in the sentient flesh guarded by the puffy lips of her sex. Her hand followed the rush of sensation, over the curve of her belly, to the place that throbbed.
    Desire. It cried out from every cell, and flooded every pore as the tips of her fingers slid lightly over her engorged clit. And while he had given her countless orgasms during the night that was now all but gone, there was an insatiable need to feel her body shatter yet again.
    Mari’s head tilted slightly back underneath the gentle spray, water trickling down her face, as she traced deliberate circles upon her pulsating feminine flesh. The muscular walls of her pussy clenched down on nothing. Empty. At once, she longed for the feel of his hard cock, and plunged two fingers deep, stroking the wet inner walls. It was not enough. It would never be enough again.   more >>