Love Indeed - Sex Stories

Love Indeed

... love out from so near your heart," he suggested as he began to kiss Rosaline's breast, inching closer to the nipple with every touch.

"Oh, something can be sucked out," Rosaline replied, "but I would hardly call it love."

"But is that not itself an expression, a symbol of love for the one who depends upon it?"

"But who depends upon such love but the weakest of all? Are you no greater? Is that goodly condescension the love you crave from me? I would not compare it to my love for you," Rosaline argued.

Undeterred, James reached the nipple and began to lick and suck at the rigid cluster. "Then none of that love should come out," he reasoned.

Rosaline arched her back on reflex as her body pressed itself into James's ministrations. With a sigh, Rosaline yielded her resistance. "Very well. See what love you can draw out from there.

As James focused with his mouth on the tender breast, he fumbled with his hands at his belt until he was able to remove all remaining coverings from his body. Once his fleshy appendage was free, he began to rub it against the mattress.

Noticing James's now complete nudity, Rosaline remarked, "I believe it's time we began." James looked up at her face as he silently positioned himself above her. He ventured to give her a gentle kiss before looking between them to ensure his aim.

The pair sighed in unison as their bodies joined and they felt each other's heat. Rosaline wrapped her arms around her lover and brought him down to rest ...

... on her chest as he began to thrust in and out.

Discussion ceased as they communicated through their entwined bodies. Kisses served as messengers of passion and sighs and wordless moans proclaimed their mutual pleasure. All the while, the slow movements of their hips as James penetrated Rosaline whispered between them of their love and care for one another. As James bowed himself over Rosaline, her hands roamed over his back and shoulders, occasionally reaching down to his buttocks to encourage his thrusts by pulling him in. With every stroke Rosaline's body welcomed James in and when he withdrew in preparation to thrust again the warm flesh tightened around him, begging him not to go.

Together they lost sense of the time as they exerted themselves over and around each other. Nothing had any meaning but their union, and oh, what indescribable meaning it had. Sweat soaked them both as they imprinted the scents of their love into the soft bed beneath.

Finally, their eyes met and it was clear that the end was near. Rosaline pulled James's head down for a kiss before whispering in his ear, "I want to have your child." He dug his arms in under her to hold her to his chest as her hands gripped his buttocks in a silent plea. James's thrusts grew more forceful until his seed shot out of him.

Spent, James rolled over next to Rosaline, still holding her in his arms. She would need to leave soon to maintain at least the illusion of attempting to be discreet. But he would savor ...