She felt
him withdraw. And though she experienced a moment of bitter
disappointment, that all was yet in vain, he only moved to kneel over
her, kissing her lips, her eyes, her neck and then her breasts. And all
the while his right hand encircled her deepest temple, caressing,
kneading, softly stroking and then penetrating its moist readiness. In
rapture she threw back her head, breathed deeply and surrendered to
orgasm. Then gently, now quieter, he put himself inside her once more,
moving his penis in slow, beautiful patterns that she thought would
break her heart with loving pleasure. And in time as his own breathing
became deeper, and his thrusts more urgent, she felt the throbbing
wetness come again, as together they forgot all else in the throes of
that blessed, animal release. Plaintive, moaning sounds split the
night.
Then he reached back and covered them both with the sweetly softened
sleeping bag, inside her still, their limbs intertwined, breath
commingling.
'Thank you,' she whispered, taking his head in her hands and
kissing him with all her heart and soul, as she felt his strong arms
engulf her and his lips caress her with spoken and unspoken words of
affection and reassurance. And soon, very naturally, both drifted off
into a sleep no longer bitter, at glorious, indifferent peace with
themselves and with their world.
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