Ill Take Forever

hot focal point until his hands began their caressing assault. His mouth hot and sweet against hers, she opened fully to receive him and met his demands as her tongue answered his, her lips moving against his.
    When he slowly opened the buttons of her dress, his fingers found the satin of her skin.
    'You aren't wearing a bra?' He raised up a little to look down at her, as the moonlight illuminated his room in a silvery glow.
    She shook her head slowly on the pillow, her soft, brown hair spread out about her, a smile playing around her mouth as she strained to see him clearly. His touch was light, feathering as his fingertips skimmed over her fevered flesh, his eyes watching as his hands roamed over her, learned her, from neck to shoulder, down over one breast, pausing to circle lightly one rosy tip before plunging into the valley between, drifting up to lightly circle the other tip.
    Jenny shivered beneath his touch, mesmerized by it, straining to see his expression in the faint illumination, absorbing the delight of his touch, yearning for more.
    He continued with the buttons until the dress was undone. Spreading the faint material, his hand continued its exploration, down her abdomen, his knuckle gently grazing her navel, moving lower to caress the firm flesh of her thighs, dropping between them to slowly, slowly draw his fingers up against her.
    'Oh, Kyle,' she moaned, yearning for more, wanting his mouth against hers, wanting him to assuage the aching he was building within her.
    He bent to kiss one swelling breast, to tease her nipple with his hot tongue, gently suck the hard tip, laving as Jenny began to move against the hot waves he caused.
    When she was breathless, Kyle moved to the other breast, his mouth taking the sweetness there as his fingers continued moving against her satiny skin, so slowly, so tantalizing.
    'Kyle, please,' she whispered hoarsely. She didn't ever remember feeling so senseless, so sensuous, so crazed with desire. Her body was on fire, a slow, pulsing throbbing, demanding to be met. Her hands threaded in his hair, pulling his face to hers as she kissed him. Reveling in the exquisite touch of his hands on her skin, the feel of his hard muscles against her softer places.
    She moved against his touch, arching to his fingers, moving against his mouth, offering her breast more fully, wanting more from him.
    'Kyle!'
    'Say it, Jenny,' he demanded, drawing back a little, his fingers still trailing fire along her softness. 'Say you want me as much as I want you.’
    'I do, Kyle. I want you!' She was on fire for him, her whole being caught up in his touch, in his caresses and the fiery kisses he gave.
    He kissed her swiftly and sat up, drawing his shirt over his head, tossing it on the floor. In two swift moves he withdrew his boots and lay back down, drawing Jenny against the hardness of his bare warm chest, his hands roaming over her as he drew her dress from her.
    She fumbled with his jeans, anxious to remove them, to let body touch body, to meet unrestricted and unencumbered.
    'Easy, baby,' he soothed her. 'We've got all the time we want.' He helped her unfasten his jeans, raising himself to take them off.
    Shyly, Jenny ran her hands over him, pausing a moment when making contact with his scar, moving on as the heat built again within her.
    He eased off her panties and rolled her on to her back. As he took one nipple gently between his teeth, his hand again moved to find her softness, to gently spread her legs. Jenny gave a soft moan as the touch of his fingers against her drove all thought from her mind. She could only feel Kyle, long for him. Love him.
    Jenny arched to meet him when he covered her, arched again to receive him deep within her body. He moved his hand to cover her hips, to move her to the rhythm he wanted, to the tempo that was building up between them.
    Slowly the fire burned, raging hotter and hotter until Jenny thought she was lost in the conflagration.
    Suddenly wave after wave of molten pleasure spread through her body, each hotter and higher than the previous one until one final shattering wave broke, leaving her drained, breathless, complete, deliciously satisfied, satiated.
    Their feverish movement slowed as the last wave burned itself out, leaving warmth and peace behind.
    Jenny's breathing was erratic, fast. She could feel Kyle's against her neck. Holding him close, she rested her cheek against his, lassitude spreading rapidly as she enjoyed the weight of the man on