Another love story

 The gaunt city was chilling at night... My love, her eyes twinkled in the moonlight. I'd never seen a more beautiful sight. Her ivory skin appeared as cold and fragile as glass to me, though her body was warm against mine, and her actions made it clear that she was strong and powerful, not by any means fragile. She had me completely bewitched. Her lips were taunting me, daring me, somewhat begging me to kiss them, and when I did, it was a passionate and sensational kiss that could not be replaced. I felt this way through every single kiss, even though we had been together for years... She hypnotized me as she walked the dark streets in front of me. It was clear to see that she was everything to me, her dark brown eyes glistening from the eerie street lights that attracted us on that summer night. There was no one like her. She was different, head to toe, body and soul. I couldn't help but stare. She captivated me, when I wrapped her in my arms, I couldn't let go. It made every fiber of my being ache to think of letting go, and I'd sell my soul to Satan if it meant she would be mine forever. I'd kill for the taste of her kiss. When we reached the third street light, her confidently ahead, dragging me behind, she stopped abruptly, next to a patch of trees. She turned to me, with her shining eyes and taunting smile, and asked the question, "Do you trust me?" And through all the excitement in the night, I simply forgot to breathe, I nodded once and she pulled me through the blackened forest, until there was an opening in the treetops, and when I looked up, above me was a grand and beautiful willow tree, old and strong. It called to me, as a poet I was intrigued. She took my knife out of my pocket and went to that tree, and climbed up until I couldn't see her anymore, and could finally breathe now that her intimidating beauty was out of sight for a few moments. But I quickly scrambled after her, only to find a sly smile on a perfect ivory face and a freshly carved heart with our initials, and she tossed the closed pocketknife back to me, and I caught it swiftly, smiling at her masterpiece ythat put Da Vinci to shame. I climbed up quickly to once again feel her perfect skin. Her lips touched mine and my eyes fluttered shut, and my heart skipped three beats, I was terrified she'd fall, or maybe that was my excuse, but either way, I felt obligated to wrap my arms around her waist. We stayed that way for a while, and not once did my heart rate slow back to normal. I wonder if she knows that she has this affect on me, but my mind doesn't work for long when I'm kissing her. She doesn't see it, her beauty. To me she's a princess. She deepened the kiss, I was gasping for breath within minutes, our nighttime walks had never amounted to such passion. She poured her body gracefully into my arms, like an angelic trust fall, but she just looked at me, into my eyes, melted my heart, and jumped down on the grass and laid out a blanket and a candle, we sat there talking and eventually she got cold, and I willing-fully, gently, gracefully wrapped my body around her. She let her hands slip from my chest while she kissed me, they dripped down like a waterfall, calmly while giving me chills, giving me a cool sensation I had never felt before. Her hands guided lower and lower until reaching my zipper. I told her no, I wouldn't ruin our relationship over sex, but she gently pressed her tongue to my lips and I instinctively opened my mouth and breathed her in, the taste of her tongue and the feel of her lips, the smell of her perfume; it overwhelmed me, indulged me, intrigued me. We were so innocent, and now the passion was drawing out the animal in me. She continued to undress me in our candle-lit bed under the willow tree in our secret moonlit path. I couldn't stop her if I wanted to. I was so afraid to touch her, that when she moved my hands to grasp her shirt, I started stuttering the question, "are you sure?" And she nodded. I fumbled with the zipper of her jeans and removed my own shirt as she kissed and nibbled around my
Neck, and removed my boxers while doing so. I brought her to my lips. Grasping her so close that I could feel each pump of her heart, maybe even as fast as mine. My hands were like ice on her skin when I reached up under her shirt, and by some stretch of a miracle, unhooked her bra in one swift motion, pulling her back from my body and kissing on her collarbones as I remove her shirt, and her hair cascades down her back like a perfect brown waterfall. I caressed and I kissed her perfect ivory skin as I gently glided off her unhooked bra, and pulled her to me again, pressing my tongue to her sweet, sweet lips. She intoxicated me, for the first time I couldn't stop touching her, I couldn't keep myself away, though I was in no hurry to get closer, I never wanted to stop. I touched my gentle fingertips to her curved sides and caressed down to her laced panties. I took a deep breath before I laid her down on her blanket in the woods, next to her candle, everything was perfect. It was so right... I kissed down her neck, slowly making my way down, teasing her, kissing at her stomach now, until I reached her wet pussy. I looked up at her one last time, at her beauty before I went down on her for the first time, I licked and I kissed and I tasted every juice she dripped, until the point where she started to scream, moan, quiver and beg. I licked her up and got back on my knees as she grabbed my hip bone. She seemed to beg me to make love to her, she wanted it more than I did at that moment, which both gave me intense pleasure and fear, she laid back down as I kissed her lips and tasted her skin, as my forearms brushed against her breasts for the first time, and I kissed and sucked her nipples while she cried out that she wanted me, and pleaded that I penetrate her, here and now. I was breathing hard before I was inside, my hot breath on her neck, arms pressed to the ground beneath us, as her arms enveloped my exposed body, cold with the night chills, but hot with lust... I asked once again. "Are you sure" to this she replied with one hard kiss on the mouth as I pushed myself into her small, sweating body. My eyes rolled back from the feel of being with her finally in every way I could ever dream possible, and from the hot ecstasy she gave me when I penetrated her virgin pussy, by the time I was done, shed be far from innocent. I groped her skin as I forced myself deep, compressed around my shaft, her insides were warm and soft. I teased her, in hard, out slow. She cried out for more, she wanted so much, and I gave her more. I pressed inside her deep rocking back and forth, her tight, wet pussy was perfect for my needs, as my large cock seemed to fulfill her dreams, for when I dipped out, and went in one last time, she swooped over and I landed on my back with her white body glistening with sweat on top of me, rotating her around on my shaft, I winced and moaned, my legs quivered and she felt them, she was satisfied with her effect on me, now she was in control. She manipulated her muscles to tighten and squeeze me just right, my mouth opened for a deep moan as she pulled me out and sucked me dry, my eyes opened wide to see that she swallowed every drop of what seemed to be the hottest orgasm ever. She touched my naked body and cuddled up on my chest, as we caught our breath. I helped her redress and I took her hand in mine as we walked towards the town, we stopped in her yard, "I love you, babygirl" I said with a smile, "I love you too, baby" she said as our lips touched again, bringing that same sensation I got at our very first kiss, I waited until I saw she was safe inside her room, and blew her a kiss before I walked away, and we both know who wasn't going to sleep that night...