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This is a sort story that illustrates making love. It has tenderness, passion, and patience. These are the most important ingredients for making love.
Mike beckoned with his finger. Beth sat up. Without saying a word she stepped from the bath into his arms. He wrapped her in a large soft towel. Beth leaned against him as he dried her back and shoulders. Her skin was the color of the soft pink clouds at dawn. She opened her legs to his gentle touch. As he patted her dry, a soft almost inaudible moan escaped her lips.
"Breathe." Was all Mike said.
As he dried Beth, Mike lightly kissed her lips and forehead and cheeks. He repeated the kisses and the pattern over and over. Beth tried to trap his tongue with her's. He broke contact after the briefest kiss to continue kissing her neck and shoulders.
"I don't know if I can wait." Beth said, "Could we maybe skip the Torture of Ten Thousand Kisses," she asked. Beth knew Mike was going to lead her into the bedroom, lay her down and begin to use his lips and tongue on every part of her body. He would repeatedly come back to her belly and then kiss her softly in a circular pattern until his head was between her thighs and his tongue played over her mound. Only occasionally would he let it slip into her to taste the sweetness there.
She would try and hold him there. Urging him with her up thrust hips to stay and finish her. Mike would gently move her hands from the back of his head and retrace the circles to her belly, breasts, and then back down.
"Michael, please. Let me come just once just to take the edge off."
"Breathe," was all he would say,
Beth would try to breathe in a slow deep pattern letting the oxygen flood her blood. It was hard for her to concentrate on her breathing when Michael was doing such wonderful things to her. His lips and tongue felt like light velvet brushes. He was slow and patient. Letting her reach peak after peak in an ever-tightening upward spiral. She wanted him inside her. She could see he was ready and would try and take him in her hand. He avoided her grasp. Part of the excitement came from the wait. She knew the wait was worth it. She tried to slow her breathing again. Every Mike he did this to her she wanted him more, loved him more.
"I am so ready for you."
"Not yet. Turn over."
To let Beth retreat from the edge, he would massage her back, ass, and legs. Her back first, then her legs. When his hands touched her ass, Beth's legs would spread and her back arch in invitation. He would resist touching the wet warmth of her. His hands would knead the tension out of the muscle in her back and legs. His lips would kiss the Rose tattoo at her ankle, his tongue play with her ears and the back of her neck.
"Michael…"
"Breathe."
When Beth was relaxed again, when she had pulled back from the edge of her need. Mike would roll her over onto her back and begin again.
Slowly the need would begin to build. This time beyond another crest.
"Michael, Lick me! Eat me! FUCK ME! "
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