Must Read: 24 Hours (18+)..Part 2

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Rolling over, my arm stretches out, searching for
him. My eyes remain closed as my hand feels
the coolness radiating from the smooth, silk
sheet. Suddenly, my breath catches in my
throat, and my body propels itself from the bed.
“Oh God, NO!” I cry in anguish, as my stomach
tightens, and a wave of nausea threatens to
overwhelm me. My tears fall fast, running down
my cheeks. The voice coming from my own
mouth, I do not recognize. The gut-wrenching
pain of the wish ending is more then I had ever
imagined it to be. Questions begin to run
through my head. What happened? Were we
not allowed to sleep; to rest? Did we oversleep?
Was our wish now over? What had we done
wrong? The questions swim over and over,
repeating in my mind, as panic and grief slowly
began to overwhelm me.
I watch the clock, the glowing green numbers
slowly moving. One minute…then another, each
minute creeping by. Five minutes pass, then
ten. Finally, rolling onto my back, wiping my
face dry, I breathe deeply. I smell his cologne
before I see him appear. I close my eyes,
breathing in his scent. The muskiness of the
smell fills my senses as the shuffle of his feet
advance towards the bed. “Oh sweetie,” he says
to me, my ears absorbing the sound of his
voice, locking it inside. “I’m still here, we still
have our time, our wish.” His hand caresses my
face, touching and stroking my cheek. Opening
my eyes slowly, looking into his, my own sight is
blurred by my tears of sorrow, that are quickly
replaced with those of relief. Reaching my hand
out, I touch his jaw, smooth and soft from his
shave. My fingers move into his hair, damp and
soft, from his shower. “Don’t leave me again. I
know you will eventually, but for now, stay with
me.”
“Always.”
Bending down, his lips cover mine, and our kiss
sparkles, as little lights cross across my closed
lids. The kiss of lovers, who have been
separated through different and unfair
circumstances, begins to burn into one of heat,
desperation and desire. My tongue moves inside
his mouth, touching and enjoying the minty
taste of him. Running my tongue across the
smooth teeth, tracing them before deepening
the kiss. His tongue licks and strokes mine. He
gives me slow, penetrating caresses against my
mouth. The kiss sends shivers along my body,
covering my skin with goose-bumps.
My hand moves to the back of his head,
bringing him closer to me. The other hand
moves on its own to the sash of his robe, slowly
untying it with fumbling fingers. I need to feel
him; to hold him; to caress his skin. The
hollowness of fear that I felt earlier needs to be
filled, and only his touch, his body, his love will
do that. Our heads angle as he rests his hand
on the side of the bed and the other on my
shoulder. I am wrapped in his presence; the
aura of emotion high and powerful.
My fingers press open the robe, my mouth
moves away from his and I press my lips across
his jaw and down his neck. Sucking gently on
the salty skin, smelling the cologne and
shampoo of my lover, my fingers slowly glide
down and wrap around the swollen member
that my body craves. His mouth, now free of
our kiss, slides to my neck, humming against my
skin, the vibrations bringing sighs from my lips.
Using my hand, I begin to stroke him slowly,
running my fingers gently over the head and
down the shaft again. My lips move across his
shoulder to his ear. Tracing the curve of his ear,
I blow warm air against it, I whisper, “I love
you.” Pulling him down with me, my back lays
flat on the bed. He stands and removes the
robe, and I admire his body. Clean, smooth and
hard. He is ready for me; my body, my spirit.
Pulling the covers away from my Unclad flesh,
he slips beside me. His arms encircle me,
pressing my Bosom against him.
“Let me love you.” His voice calls to me, barely
audible, as his lips capture mine once again.
“Don’t touch, love. Just lie back and let me
learn you. My body hungers for you, and craves
the taste of your skin.”
Moaning my acceptance of his request, I close
my eyes and let my lover do just as he wishes.
Shutting down my sense of sight, I allow my
inner being to absorb all my feelings for him.
His breath hovers over my neck. Not allowing
his mouth to touch me, just his breath, he
covers my shoulders with warm air. Moving the
fan of heat along my arms and back again
before slipping the warmth over my Bosom. My
Tips stir from the hot air and I lift my back
slightly, wanting only to feel his lips upon them.
The heat travels to the other Bosom, again
denying it the touch and stroke of his tongue.
Lips trembling, I silently beg him to taste me
and learn me.
The bed shifts as the breath of my lover hovers
over my belly, my s*x, my thighs, and then
back up again. The torture of his air covers my
body, surrounding it, protecting it and shielding
it. He has prepared my body for the ultimate
gift of his tongue and lips. Finally, the fire he
has burned upon my skin is rewarded with a
cool tongue, flicking across my left Tip. “Oh yes,”
my voice hisses.
The feel of my Bosom as he cups it with his
palm is heavy, and tingles cover the porcelain
globe. His voice whispers to me, “You have
beautiful breasts.” I smile as he continues to
use his words and his body to arouse me. “I
need to trace your Tips with my tongue, before
I lick and taste each freckle sprinkled across
your chest.”
Capturing my lower lip between my teeth, I
moan quietly, “Please.”Answering my plea, his mouth slides along my
Bosom, covering it, moistening it. I can hear his
growl of pleasure and satisfaction as he slides
over my Bosom, under it. His hand lifts it,
shifting it to fit between both his hands. Holding
my Bosom, he sucks gently on the protruding
Tip. Teeth nip at my flesh. My Tip rises, aching
for his mouth. Drawing my rosy bud deeper into
his mouth, my back arches. Movement of his
mouth from my Tip lets me know that soon his
tongue will slip and slide across my Bosom. It
does. Breathing deep and steady, his tongue
slides across my skin. I know he is touching the
freckles, covering them with the moisture and
heat from his mouth. My fingers curl into his
hair and press him further against my flesh. He
moves over to the opposite Bosom, teasing it
and licking it, as he had it’s mate. The Tip is
pleasured, teased, and taunted. Sucking it into
his mouth, he takes it deep, the pain of his
ministrations brings purrs of pleasure from the
pit of my stomach.
When his mouth releases my Bosom, the cool
air hits the Tip and brings the button up higher,
aching for him. His lips return to mine as his
thumb rubs across the hard peak. Our tongues
dance and love as his hand slides down my
stomach. I feel his palm press against my skin,
moving it back and forth, covering it, warming
it. As his lips leave mine, I turn my head, and
he begins to suck and bite at my neck. As I
offer my body to him, he slips his palm along
my hip and down my thigh.
To Be Continued…