The Gift


 The woman stirred in her sleep as the man gently kissed her on the lips,a
fleeting smile crossed her face, as the pleasant sensation intruded briefly
on her dream, he looked down at her sleeping form, given new beauty by the
sleep induced relaxtion, his hungry eyes gazed upon her face, drinking in
the subtle beauty of her. Streaks of grey through the once black hair,
adding a touch a maturity, the lines that she worried so much about, but
that he counted as an added mark of beauty, it proved that she had
lived and loved. Her jaw line, still firm, and her neck, still slender and 
smooth, almost involuntarily his hand moves, tracing a soft line from the
side of her face to her shoulder, her skin smooth and soft under his
questing fingers.

 Her shoulders, covered with a light dusting of pale brown freckles,
tracing the hollows of her collarbone with his fingertips, he marvels anew
at the immense beauty the woman posesses and the intense physical
attraction he feels whenever he looks upon her this way, a slight shift in
her sleeping form uncovers to his eyes the subtle swell of her breasts,
still firm and still desirable, wanting to see more of this perfection he
slowly pulls the bed sheet down, noting how her nipples crinkle as the cool
night air touches their pink tips. Leaning down over her body, he lightly
tongues the erect tips, gently at first, hardly brushing them with his
tongue, the woman sighs and stirs, but does not awake, with more passion
the man gently sucks a nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling and
caressing, a gentle kiss and a tiny nip on the very tip and the man
reluctantly releases the nipple from his mouth.

 His fingers gently stroke her nipples, pinching and rolling them between
his tips, tracing the swell of her breasts around and down to the sensitive
underside, his eyes, fixed on her body, noting the almost perfect shape of
her breasts, round and firm and still riding high, brown araeola and pert
nipples, oh how he loves sucking on those nipples and stroking her breasts.
She sighs and stirs again, but still sleeps on, perhaps having pleasant
dreams of being made love to slowly and with great love and passion, as it
is such a warm night the woman doesnt notice the sheet being removed from
her sleeping body, finally the man can gaze at the full loveliness of his
lady, from her lashes laying at rest on her cheeks, her kissable lips,
those firm and desirable breasts, her rounded stomach, wide hips, long
plump legs, and in the cleft of her legs, in shadow, her down covered
cunt.

 Every part of her is desirable, and he wants her to the very core of his
being, he wants to give her the gift of his love, the gift of his touch,
the gift of self, still not wanting to rudely awaken his lady, the man
allows himself one tender kiss on her pubic mound, and continues his
tactile exploration of her body, stroking her thighs, he gently pulls her
legs apart until her sex is exposed to his hungry gaze, moving slowly, so
as not to disturb his ladies repose, the man moves to sit between her opened
legs, he leans down and strokes her outer cunt lips with one finger, slowly
he opens her lips, exposing her inner lips like a flower coming into bloom,
the man is struck with the beauty of her sex, eyes drinking in every
detail of her essesntial femaleness, slowly and with a tender touch the man
traces the contours of her cunt, his fingers evoking a deeper response from
her sleeping body, slowly and before his eyes her sex changes colour, and
seems to radiate a heat of its own, his questing finger searching and
finding her hidden nub, watching as it also unfolds, flower like before his
eyes, erect from its hiding place, it seems to the man that it begs for
him to devour it, slowly at first, the mans mouth covers the little nub,
his tongue flicking over it, this evokes a response from his lady, who
wakes with a cry of desire, having no need for secrecy anymore, he gives
himself to his overwhelming need to taste and pleasure his lady.


 No longer a dream for his lady, she accepts his gift of self, with love.