When loving another be born centuries ago

Lovemaking...a part of a story that will play out in the most loving, sensual and gentle of ways...


They lay cocooned , his naked frame enveloping her from behind. Any onlooker would have imagined they were one. He was tightly pressed into her back, a perfect naked fit.
Their legs shaped together...their toes caressing each others. 
He was wide awake, inhaling the scent of her body, listening to her deep rhythmic breathing, knowing she would wake soon. 
The movement of her toes gave it away. Her body stirred, not moving away from him but, rather pressing closer into is form. 
That tiny little motion was like an electric shock , an instant reaction from his manhood. He tried to control himself, and not respond. 
But, her subtle soft movements, her round soft bottom, gently searched to press itself against his growing hardness.
His heartbeat became erratic, and his breathing shallow. She took his hand that lay across her waist, and guided it to her breast, so warm from the evening sleep...so soft. 
And then that hand of hers she place on his thigh, the thigh that had become like steel for the energy flowing through him had woken every nerve, every muscle in his body. 
She placed her hand on his buttock and gently pushed him toward her and coaxed him to press his hardness against her soft flesh. As hard as his body was, so soft was hers in return.

Their morning waking was a gentle one but, heated and passionate. 
That cocooned shape became even more cocooned for she had woken in him the need to unite with her physically, and she had allowed him to slip into her waking desirous need of him... 
to enter her world, swallowing his reality into her reality...
a mix between sleep and waking...
that moment before one becomes fully aware of what the day may bring.
He let his mind drop into hers. 
He let her guide him with her moans, her body. 
At times she just lay passive but, arched accepting of every thrust he gave of himself....a thrust that took a little more from him and surely made him hers. She accepted and would hold on to it forever...that love he gave of himself to her, unrestricted.
And then at times her moves became desperate, hard, wanting, her yelps begging him to give her more....he felt he was being possessed and couldn't give enough of himself. 
He arched her into the air with his need to search deeper, his hands on her hips, she begged for more, he couldn't help himself ...he began to moan with her, begging her to take more and more of him...

Their morning love affair was nothing out of the ordinary. This morning love affair was one born centuries ago...when the first star did rise in the sky...two lovers united reborn century after century after century....(to be continued)

RB.