The Whispering Wind In a meadow on a blanket we lay side looking at each other. Our hands lightly touching each other. Slowly we begin to take each others clothes off. Slowly unbuttoning fingers lightly brushing against skin. As our shirts come off you can feel the whispering wind against our skin. Our eyes never leaving each others as our hands begin to roam down, sliding into the waistband of our pants. We slide them off still staring into each others eyes. We lay there side by side, naked and consumed with passion. My hand slides up to rest to rest against your cheek as yours slides down to cup my breast. My heartbeat quickens as our passion rises. Not being able to hold back our mouths come together in a kiss so passionate it burns. Our hands begin to roam as the passion builds. I feel your hand slide down my belly and feel your fingers searching for that one special spot that will make me yurn for more. I slide my hand down to feel you growing. Slowly I stroke feeling you grow in my hand. Our kisses become more passionate as the fire spreads throughout us. You roll me onto my back coming over me your eyes never leaving mine.

As my legs part you settle between them. As I feel you enter me I arch up to bring you more deeply into me. Your strokes are slow and deep, our kisses are the same.

I wrap my legs around your hips bringing you deeper. Our pace quickens as our passion builds. We can feel the orgasm coming but wanting to hold on for more we hold back. Harder. Faster. The pace quickens. We look deeply into each others eyes as the orgasm explodes through us. As we lay there looking at each other we feel the whispering wind against our bodies.