Some Enchanted Evening

All words were forgotten from that point. Words were inadequate to express the joy they had found in one another. Francis kissed her with his whole heart, parting her lips and drawing her tongue into his mouth. He let his hands rove freely over her body and was thrilled when she allowed herself to do the same with him. He would give himself over to her in every way and let her have her fill of him when she felt ready for it.

Until then, he gave her all the pleasure he could and then some by stroking her sides and circling her breasts with his fingertips before holding them more firmly. He brought his mouth to the tip of one, reveling in the way she sighed and wriggled as he teased her nipple to a point and stroked his tongue where she was most sensitive.

That wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy either of them, though. Bold and wicked as it made him feel, Francis took a risk on whether his beloved was ready for such audacity and kissed his way down her belly. He caught a glimpse of Priya’s look of confusion before disappearing under the covers between her legs.

He could already feel the tension in her body, even before he rained kisses on her inner thighs, nudging her to part them more for him. And when she did, he delved between them, finding her sex already dripping, to taste her honey. Priya gasped, but Francis didn’t let up his onslaught. He stroked her with his tongue and thrust into her folds, causing her to yelp and cry out. And when that wasn’t enough, he drew his tongue up to circle her clitoris while slipping two fingers inside of her.

The effect was quick and brilliant. Priya groaned with pleasure, arching into his ministrations and breathing heavily. He couldn’t see her expression from where he was, but he had a good idea that she was gripping the sheets on either side of her. He worked to pleasure her until her cries turned quick and frantic, then, accompanied by a moan of ecstasy, her body began to throb with completion.

He was nearly there himself and determined to enjoy everything that her body had to offer, and his to offer her. With a swift movement, he climbed out from under the bedcovers and moved inside of her. Priya’s sighs redoubled, and her body convulsed around him as he held himself firmly inside her. When those tremors slowed, he began to move in earnest.

It didn’t take long at all, what with the way Priya clung to him, meeting his thrusts enthusiastically. Her sounds of pleasure, even though her orgasm had passed, were heady. She wanted him. She accepted him into her body. It was the most powerful feeling Francis could imagine, and also the greatest show of surrender. He let his own pleasure build, holding nothing back, and when his orgasm started to blast through him, like white-hot magic, he cried out her name and emptied himself inside of her.

It was the sort of moment he wished could go on forever, but as with all moments of magic, it passed too soon. And yet, there was something even more beautiful in collapsing in his darling’s arms. They were both hot, sweaty, and winded, but the perfection of the way their bodies twined together as Francis settled on his side and drew Priya against him was brilliant.

“I will not let you go,” he panted against her ear, closing his eyes and simply holding her. “You are mine and I am yours, and nothing will ever come between us.”