She moaned languidly, and he continued pleasuring her, moving to the other breast before he sunk lower to his knees. He grasped her thighs, opened her legs, and placed a leg upon one of his shoulders. He drew in a protracted breath as he basked in the glory of her scent and then tasted the honey of her dripping flower. When she began to writhe, he grasped her bottom cheeks and moved her to the precise position he desired.

“Oh, Newland. How you complete me,” she whispered, her voice straining, adrift in the ocean of their raw passion.

He slid his tongue down her slit and through her cream, tasting her and luxuriating in the divinity of man’s desire. He might have remained right there forever, except his throbbing manhood demanded more. He rose, and lifted her into his arms, cradling her near. He kissed her as he walked to the bed, and without turning the coverings down, he laid her down, and joined her so that they were side by side.

She wrapped a leg around his waist and pulled herself near so that their bodies once again melded into one. Then she maneuvered herself so that his member rested against her intimate folds and began grinding her hips slowly so that his crown slid through her cream. They shared the same breath, hot with desire, but took a moment to absorb the whole of each other’s being.

Newland thought to say, “I love you, Ellen, more than life.” But any words that he might have said would only diminish their moment of ecstasy.

She parted her lips as her eyelids fluttered, and then she slowly closed her eyes, grinding her hips so that his crown sat at the opening of her sheath. She stopped without taking him inside, and instead waited to let him enter at the moment he chose.

It was not long before Newland was overcome. He closed his eyes and pushed inside of her luscious glove of pleasure, sliding to the depth of their love. Once inside her, he opened his eyes and admired the sublime expression of beauty and desire that radiated like a celestial light from her visage. Then he closed his eyes again and began making love to her.

Their bodies glided as though they were performing the perfect symphony of love, playing on and on . . .

Then he took control and rolled on top of her so that they could finish in each other’s arms. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and circled her arms around his back, so that their bodies were bonded together as one. Their hips continued to meet, his member thrusting in and out of her rich and passionate cream, until the moment closed in upon them. Her body tightened, her lips parted, and her breath flowed across his neck, sending shivers up his spine.

“Oh, my dearest,” she cried as she thrust her hips forward, squeezing his member as she released. “Yes.”