Dedicated to Ilea and Ryan
The air of the bathroom wrapped around Ryan as his arms wrapped around Ilea. Ilea had just gotten out of the shower, her nakedness drew Ryan like a magnet, the warmth of her body, the addiction being close to her. Ryan gazing into her eyes, falling into a new lust. The softness of kisses gathered them deeper. Fresh and inviting they wanted each other right then. Ilea felt Ryan's desire and pulled his hand to her belly.
Slowly dragging his hand downward saying, "Ryan, I want you to take me. I have something here for you to kiss. I want to go back to that place only you can take me."
"Here Ryan" she said as she pulled his hand down into her crotch, holding Ryan's hand open to her, placing her already wet clit in the palm of his hand. Ryan slightly closed his fingers dragging his hand upward, middle two fingers sliding into her folds, spreading her wetness upward, rubbing against her hard awaiting throbbing clit.
Ilea shuddered as Ryan kissed her open mouth stifling a moan. Smothering his passion with his mouth. She held his head in her hands pulling Ryan to her. Kissing him back deeply, wanting Ryan right then. Ryan's hand slipped into the loose folds of Ilea's robe, searching, wanting to feel her wetness, wanting to feel the power responsible for taking her journey.
Ilea felt her heat even before she felt her desires. As she caressed her breasts lightly he moaned with her. Into her open mouth, tongues slippery, sliding. Holding her close she pulled upward, his fingers sliding in and out. Feeling the urgency of his kiss deepened along with Ryan's probing tongue.
Ryan pulled the blankets off the bed. Ilea was left alone, separated from Ryan by a thin sheet. Standing at the foot of the bed Ryan leaned down and placed his hands on the tops of her feet and slid slowly upward, massaging the shapely muscled calves that She liked so very much.
At Ryan's first touch Ilea's arms rose slowly over her head, a gesture he knew, a permission a silent request for her passion, a part of her opening to her like a flower being touched by the warmth of a morning sun.
Ilea's head rolled slightly to one side and the left corner of her mouth pulled up into the crooked little grin he loved, a grin validating her confidence in her delivery of Ryan's pleasure.
Smooth touches on Ilea's lower legs was soothing and exciting. As he inched upward to her knees, touching the insides of both through the sheet.
Fingertips dragging lightly along the surface, energy flowing, passion growing. She loved Ryan's touch. She felt gentleness penetrating the cotton percale, imagination magical as if in direct contact with her soft skin. Ilea becoming intensely sensitive, goose bumps rising all over, forcing the tiny hairs on her body to stand up hard, pressing the sheet that held them. The slightest movement of the sheet was like pure electricity.
Ryan's hands continued to move upward against the muscles in her lower thighs. Fingers traced alternately over the sheet, touching lightly, then firmly. Fingers rolling under her hands slowly as he grabbed handfuls of her desire. Ryan's nails lightly scratched against her softness. Ryan was in her, entranced, Ilea's reactions to his touch. A symphony of ecstasy; her body was the choir, the strings, the combined beating of their hearts offering an increasing rhythm of synchronized percussion. Each of Ryan's fingers played a different note on Ilea's thighs, moving slowly toward the softness of her center.
Ilea response was recognized, a silent wanting. Her knees slowly rose upward and outward, arms stretching over her head, back arching. As her feet spread apart Ryan knelt on the foot of the bed. Bending closer. Slowly caressing the sweetness of her inner thighs. As the sheet persisted in hiding Ryan's true touch from her.
Ilea breathing was becoming shallow as attention approached her center. Fingertips raced quickly up the insides of her thighs along her flowing She shook as Ryan's rapid action surprised and thrilled her with pleasure. Ryan's fingers curled under again as he dug his fingertips into her skin, and drew them downward. Slowly, holding the perfect chord as the symphony continued, again crossing her clit, downward. Slowly downward into the sweetness of her thighs once more. The breath Ilea sucked in moments earlier came out.
Ryan's hands worked lightly and slowly on her thighs massaging and stroking alternately with a firm strength followed by a light fingertip dance, teasing, pleasing her once more. In one slow deliberate motion Ryan moved both hands up her thighs, thumbs extended downward, fingers above her center.
Ilea moaned again softly. As his firmness and gentleness sent the message of Ryan's passion for Ilea throughout her body, radiating from her center. Ryan's small hands held her in his loving grasp. The sensations of Ryan touching her through the sheet were incredible. She wanted Ryan to rip the sheet away and take her, bury Ryan's face in her wetness. Ilea remembered the throbbing waves of orgasm, remembered their earlier journey. The rhythm, the slow vibrations now returning to her center. Ilea knees closed upward attempting to guide Ryan's hands to her wetness, wanting his touch, wanting him to feel the rhythm.