Through The Darkness - Sex Stories

Through The Darkness

... again. He was so wrong. Each time she stood raw and revealed by the lake, she was as desirable as the last. Each time she emerged from the lake, the shimmering water sliding down her nude body, he wanted her more. And each time he lay with her on this same grass, he claimed her spirit and body as if it were the first and last time he would ever do so. With impassioned gyrations she rides upon him now. As they lock their lips and entwine their tongues, he feels her buck her hips against his crotch and clench her strong thighs against him. He angles his arms around her back and cinches her in. His fingers comb through her hair then twist handfuls in tight grips. Like a hand in the pocket, they move as one. Stefan fills her with steady, quickening thrusts. The soft drag of her inner flesh against his hard length draws all of his blood to a decisive point. Sarah gasps into his mouth -- hot, wet breath spiced with an aching groan from her throat. She trembles in his embrace, her soft belly quivering against his, her breasts pressing against his chest. She lifts her head slightly, drowning out the crickets and the water with her languid moans before collapsing her mouth upon his once more. Stefan throws his hips up once, twice. His stomach tightens and he freezes as he experiences a tantalizing rush through his entire being. It surges through him and out, streaming hard, thick, rich strands of his desire deep into Sarah. He ...

... grips at her hair painfully and looses a furious groan into her waiting mouth. With the moon spying overhead, they lay still like this, frozen in a moment of precious, exquisite fulfillment. Through the darkness he sees her. Once again, Stefan thinks that Sarah has never been more beautiful. For uncounted minutes after, they lie there upon their bed of grass and earth. Stefan holds her close, tracing his fingertips along her arm and the curve of her hip for the thousandth time. Eyes closed, he pictures the stars above, their patterns, their messages to him. He smiles, comforted by the faithfulness of these ancient and silent sentries, and by the warmth of the woman beside him. Finally, Sarah pulls herself up and helps him to his feet. Dutifully, she gathers up their clothes discarded on the ground. Stefan listens to her chuckle as she does. How often had she done this? As they walk back to the cottage, Stefan holds her arm closely, and freely places his trust in her gentle guidance as she leads him past the rocks and sticks that he can no longer see since that day at the hospital when Sarah faded from his eyes one last time. Like the stars, he had committed her to the memory of his mind's eye. He is the luckiest bastard who walks upon this earth. Her smell, her touch, the sound of her voice and breath, her light will always shine for him. The stars and Sarah. True and constant. His vision of them never to be taken away.