$EX With EX Just then something flashed through his mind as he remembered.

He cut off her lips abruptly, Wet, liquid, barely,

Their kiss left her lips puffy and dripping wet,

were ever so appealing. He desired more, though,He lifted her hair and gave her shoulders a kiss,

He placed his hands behind their shoulders,

she pushed her robe to the ground

She was naked, just like he was.

Beautiful and naked, the breasts that he

had long harbored fantasies about, seemed a,

greater wonder than any image he could

conjure, With generosity, they were full and firm.

dark rose and nipples he felt with His palm,

the Right breast suddenly caught his attention right away.

His thumb rolled across the nipple and teased it,

He knelt down to sample its richness,

She cried out softly while leaning against him,

A searing band appeared to span his loin,

he drank so deeply from her breast,as he touched her,

He had so much he wanted to give her

Giving at the time meant taking too,

He took her in his arms and threw her to the ground of the mattress, quickly climbing on top of her Those were her eyes

all the time, were on hi. She was so important to him badly

Her entire length was swiftly covered by his hands,

warmth has brought by caressing and brushing her skin

evocative and stimulating He caressed her and kissed her

He ran his palm over her thighs, breasts, and fingers

firmly along her hip and outer thigh Pressing

He lowered himself into the bed's all-encompassing softness.

her thighs apart with the weight of his body

She had a sweet, alluring scent

an enticing melody His face was against her throat as he did this kissed her earlobe, and poked at her pulse its tongue

Suddenly, there was a huge shift, and he moved

he was inside of her Her surprise was noted by a soft gasp

his unexpected entrance A strong shuddering stopped

her even as he made an effort to remain still and take his time

was moist and warm, and it kept him that way enticingly, bringing temptation and promising relief

the desire He moaned and dove into her, She

was cramped and small He briefly considered it

Evidently, it had been a very long time she had made love.

He whispered something to her, Words that

made no sense He kissed and nuzzled her ear

and she gasped again, her arms circling him,

her long, slender legs doing the sam, The

welcoming movement on her part sent new

sensations blazing through him

A fire that could not be quenched, He

abandoned all thoughts of gentleness to the

moonlight and the night, and set free the pulse

of longing and passion that had seized him from

the beginning.

She was accepting the onslaught of his beat, of

his hungry rhythm. Then she moved, Fluid, sweet

Her back arching, her hips rotating Taking him,

accepting him Holding, stroking, with the tight

clench of her body Bringing him higher and

higher, racing toward a peak Fire burned inside him Climax exploded upon him and he jerked, tightened, thrust hard and harder A searing

seed spilled from him, filling her.

A soft gasp escaped her as she tightened,

holding tight to him.

He drew away, Her eyes were glazed He had

given her so little And she had given him so

much.

He couldn't leave it that way She started to

speak but he caught her lips. Kissed her slowly.

Gently. Explored. Teased. Demanded with his

mouth. Took it away. Drank deeply of her lips

once again.

Then he began to shift down her body Catching her breasts Taking his time loving them both So slowly So tenderly

She didn't seem to realize that they had barely

begun, And she was whispering awkwardly to

him

He slipped his hand beneath the small of her

back, lifting the smooth ivory plane of her

stomach to his lips,

He brushed the flesh with his tongue Ran his lips

across it. Delved into her navel with his kiss.

"You were really—"

"What?"

She gasped,He was running his tongue, wet,

slick, along her upper thigh Gently forcing her

knees apart once again.

"You—"

She broke off, again gasping, He breathed

against the very center of feminine desire

Touched so lightly with the tip of his tongue Delved so deeply.

She choked out something, digging into the

bedding. Protesting. Not protesting. It didn't

matter. He could feel the sudden soaring of the

passion within her, and he wouldn't have

released her then, wouldn't have granted her

quarter, had she screamed for mercy. For as it

was, each twist and sweet undulation of her

body sent the raw edge of desire flaming within

him once again. It grew to become an agony. A

pulsing that strained and contorted his muscle

and loin, near bursting.

But he waited. Calmly taking his leisure of her

beautiful flesh, waited until she rocked against

him. Pleading ...

And then he rose above her

That time, it was she who gasped and sobbed

softly, pulsing against him in a whirlwind,

tightening, shuddering, straining, then collapsing

below him while he held her, taking his own

release more slowly, only after she had found

hers. Then, drenched, seeking to breathe again

at a rational pace, holding her still, he let her lie

quietly beside him, her hand upon his belly, her

head upon his chest.

'marc—"

He pressed his fingers against her lips.

"Thank you," he said softly.

wait why did he just remember her? he..he was trying to forget her wasn't he......?