Through The Darkness - Sex Stories

Through The Darkness

Stefan lies on his back upon the ground, surrounded in darkness. Cool, soft blades of grass hold him aloft; they make for the most soothing blanket for his bare skin. Above him, high up in the summer night sky, he thinks of the millions of distant stars that are keeping silent watch upon him. How many countless hours had he spent in his youth looking up at those stars, mapping out their patterns in his mind as if they possessed a silent message only for him? It still strikes him with awe: the stars above him now are the same ones that were above him then, and will be above him forever and after. They are true and constant. He can place his faith in the stars. Yet, now he doesn't see them, their shimmering glow failing to attract his attention. No, he only sees one beauty above him, upon him, as she takes him within her tender body. Her name is Sarah, the only woman who has ever embodied the word “love” for him, the only one that ever will. It's not a determination. He knows it. With every embrace, with every touch upon her nude flesh, with every kiss of his lips and thrust of hips, he tells her how convinced he is that he will love her forever. He feels her hair cascade around his face as her supple lips swirl upon his cheeks and mouth and neck. In the darkness, he still sees the colour of each strand, like pulled molasses taffy. Just the thought of it elicits a sweetness on his tongue. There were days that the sun seemed to set the highlights in her hair on fire, like ...

... veins in a goldmine. There were nights when it seemed to just melt into the swelling darkness. Her hair, like the rest of Sarah, was always enchanting. He eases her higher and inhales her scent. A whisper of intoxicating rosewater wafts along her neck as he nibbles on the smooth flesh he finds there. He nuzzles up against her soft breasts, then takes each one into his mouth and swirls his tongue around her taut nipples. He wraps his lips around one and sucks hard, drawing a sudden gasp from Sarah's velvet throat. She chases it with a deeply satisfied giggle. Everything she does and is at this moment serves only to stir the desire brewing in his gut. Once more he feels her swaying upon him, senses the poetic balance of her sultry, writhing gesticulations. He pulses within her, probing her with rhythmic strokes of his pelvis. So many times they have been like this on the ground by their little cottage by the lake. Stefan still recalls the first time they succumbed to the cajoling imps upon their shoulders as they stood at the water's edge that early summer's night. Witnessing Sarah strip off her clothes and stand there as the moonlight licked glistening white lines through her hair, along her breasts, around the curve of her waist and over her smooth bottom was a heady elixir for Stefan to absorb. She had never looked more beautiful. As the vision of her was inscribed in his thoughts, as vivid as any masterwork painting, part of him had worried he would never see her as beautiful ...