In Love with Love

When I looked up to check my face in the mirror, I froze. Dahlia was standing there leaning against the door frame watching me.

The image in my mirror looked ridiculous to my eyes. Grey was touching the temples of my reflection's brown hair but nowhere near her flaming tresses. There were lines around my grey eyes reflecting almost forty years of emotion in my face where the skin around her green eyes was still smooth and unmarred.

I straightened and the image didn't get any better. Beneath my thick mat of hair, my body was losing ground against the forced of age and gravity. My pectorals were not quite as high as they had been while her ripe full breasts still defied gravity with that state that could only be defined as "perkiness". My rippling six pack had not grown into a keg just yet, but it was only through hard work and discipline that it had not. The way her gown swept back from the prominence of her breasts spoke to a belly still so flat as to be approaching concave.

I was being silly and childish to ever think this woman could find me desirable. I did not have to let my own desire for her make me more foolish than I already had been bringing her back here.

"I wanted to come." Dahlia said gently. "Not only do I not mind that you find me desirable. I like that you do."

I frowned at her reflection, unsure how to respond. Was she reading my mind?

"Turn around and look at me, Thomas."

There was a command in her voice that I couldn't ignore. When my eyes fell on her instead of her reflection and I could no longer see my own, my doubts seemed to be the childishness. Not my desire for this woman. What man wouldn't desire her?

"Tell me." Dahlia whispered.

"You are so beautiful." I said, my deep voice seeming as ugly as the cawing of a crow after hers.

"Tell me how much you desire me." Dahlia commanded.

"An eternity would be too short a time to." I shook my head. "I don't have the words."

"Then show me instead, warrior."

Dahlia's tongue made a brief appearance between her lips leaving a slight hint of moisture to reflect the light. That bright reflection on that full puffy reflection called to my very soul. I desired a taste of her sweet mouth more than I had ever desired anything in my life.

It was all I could do to slow my advance to a more leisurely pace. A hunger raged inside me to crush my lips against hers and ravenously feast upon them. Yet, this perfection cried out against such a gluttonous response, begging instead to be savored as a delicacy.

My body seemed to shake with need as I closed the distance between our mouths with aching slowness. An eternity seemed to pass as I stretched out the agonizing anticipation.

I felt the softness of her lips against mine, a feathery light touch, barely brushing and pulled away. It had been a mistake to kiss her because it hurt so much to stop. I leaned in again and made contact once more. My lips reflexively closed around hers as if to pinch or bite at it and I forced my mouth to relax just a little, pressing but not too hard.

I pulled away once more. God, it hurt to stop. Just kissing her was better than the best sex I could remember and pulling away was harder than it would have been to pull out before the point of climax with any other. I ached to feel those soft lips once more, to taste them.

As our lips touched once more, I felt my tongue straining from behind my teeth for a taste and had not the strength to stop it. I savored a brief pressure against that pillowy softness before her mouth opened to take my questing tongue inside.

When her smaller tongue touched mine, the hungry ravening beast within me tried to rouse. It was all I could do to keep him caged and just enjoy the blissful rapture that was waiting for me in her mouth.

Yet, I needed more. I craved more the way a man dying in the desert of thirst craves water. If this was her mouth on mine, how much more bliss could be waiting in the rest of her.

I fought myself and managed to pull away. When I opened my eyes, her green orbs were already gazing at me. I read invitation there and hoped that I was reading it aright as I ran my hands up the smooth satiny skin of her arms.

I watched for the slightest flinch or wavering in her gaze as I delicately slipped my fingers beneath the straps of her gown. Or as delicately as my suddenly too stubby and thick and clumsy fingers could. I yearned to strip that cloth that was hiding her from my sight in one bold smooth motion. But, to do so would have been almost blasphemous or so it seemed.

I forced myself to go slow and then slower and then slower still as I carefully slid my hands with that delicate cloth between my fingers along her shoulders and then down her arms. Her beautiful eyes never so much as blinked as they looked back into mine.

That beautiful evening gown clung to tightly to her form and I fought back the frustrated desire to rip it from her to feast my eyes on what might be hidden beneath as I remembered seeing a zipper in the back.

I stepped yet closer to Dahlia still, and this time as I lowered my mouth to hers, I dared to slide my hands around to her back, pressing her to me as I pressed my lips against hers even more firmly than I had dared so far. My questing fingers found her zipper and began to slowly and carefully slide it down her back. The bottom of it didn't stop at her lower back but kept going around the sensuous top curve of her ass.

Dahlia pulled away from me then, breaking our kiss and I felt a moment of panic that I had gone too far. That I had been right and such a beautiful, such a delightful, such a young woman could possibly feel desire for me.

Before that thought could carry me too far, Dahlia leaned back into me and renewed our kiss. I was startled to feel bare skin instead of cloth as my hands touched her back and I realized at the same time that I could feel her nipples against my chest. She had only broken our kiss to let her dress slide to the floor.

It was my turn to break our kiss once more and pull away. I wanted to see what had been hidden from my view. As I looked down, the view almost brought me to my knees.

Dahlia was even more exquisite nude than I had dared imagine with her clothed. The graceful arch of her neck gave way to a glorious swell topped with two delightful puffy pink nipples. Her flat stomach was shadowed by her those beautiful mounds of flesh and eventually gave way to a thick tangle of flaming curls.

This hair between her thighs drew my attention back to the tresses on her head. Her hair was still bound up in a rather curious upswept style and I had a strong desire to see it unbound. My hands were trembling as I reached for her crown to see if I could find the secret bindings that kept it so. I pulled a single pin and that neatly styled coif became a tumbling mass of curls that unbound and unwound in my questing hands until it almost reached those pink puffy perfections.

I was entranced and ran strands of it's glorious silky length through my fingers over and over again as if they were combs and I some medieval ladies maid brushing her hair for her. My eyes though could not keep still as I ran them adoringly over every inch of her that I could see without stepping further away. My body would not let me step any further away but screamed to be let closer.

"Do you enjoy what you see?" Dahlia asked.

My mouth was too dry to speak. I could only nod mutely.

"Do you desire me?" Dahlia asked. "Do you want to claim each and every part of me?"

The rampaging beast within that I had barely held in check shattered the bars of it's prison and I swept her up in my arms. It was ten strides from the doorway of the bathroom where we had stood to the side of the bed. Ten strides that I could not pass fast enough. Ten strides that gave me ample time to recapture that beast and shove it back into it's cage.

I laid Dahlia upon the bed much more gently than I had swept her up in my arms. Then I drew back to let my gaze run over her more fully than I had been able to while we were standing.

Dahlia's feet seemed almost too dainty to be the pedestal upon which such perfection rested. Yet each toe was that perfection in miniature. Her slim attractive ankles gave way to perfectly rounded calves before giving way to knees with delightful dimples decorating them. From there, her thighs swelled with a round fullness before reaching hips that bade fair to welcome and cradle a man.

And there, between those thighs and just below those tightly curled flames a hint of pink treasure peeked from the diamond formed by the absence of flesh.

I was so hard and aroused that I ached to rip my pants from my body and slide between those thighs to penetrate her warm depths.

Yet, it had been so long that I knew that once I began I would not last long with any woman, much less this goddess among mortals.

"Turn over." I breathed, raising my eyes to hers once more.

Something flickered behind her eyes, but was gone in an instant. In a movement that was both much too fast and yet far too slow, she turned her body to hide her breasts from me. Yet, what swung into view was almost as agonizing in it's own right.

A few small freckles decorated her shoulders. I have never understood how anyone could consider them as marring otherwise perfect skin and even less so now. My tongue ached to trace the pattern between them and my fingers twitched to be given pride of place to be first to. Two more dimples resided in her lower back just above the curve of her rump and my tongue quickly forgot about the freckles to delve into this new treasure instead.

Her rump, though... Her gloriously rounded buttocks... Dahlia's deliciously shaped ass was neither less nor more wonderful to behold than the swell of her chest. I had to clench my hands into fists to keep myself from reaching out to knead that tender flesh.

I knew that if I gave in one iota that I would all too quickly plunge myself within her from behind and, wrapping those coppery tresses in my fist, would only manage one or two satisfying thrusts before emptying my seed deep within her.

I could outwait the painful pressure clamoring in my aching crotch. And when I did, I would be able to enjoy so much more than just two pleasurable pumps before losing myself to bliss.

I moved to the foot of the bed and reached out for her feet instead.

"What are you doing?" Dalia asked.

"Something I hope you will like," I said.

Feet had never been a fetish of mine, but every part of this woman was a delight to the senses. I watched as I pressed my thumbs into the soft flesh on the soles of her feet. The skin of her heel and ball were rougher, but no less sweet for the being. But, it was my touch against the arch of her foot that she really responded to.

Dahlia moaned in pleasure as I felt an almost infinitesimal relaxing of the muscle there. When I heard that sound and felt that muscle relax, I began to move on. It was no part of my design to have her become too relaxed and fall asleep.

I pinched her Achilles tendon between my thumb and forefinger firmly and felt her relax even more as I worked my way to her calves. Her satiny skin was a delight to my touch. A smell something like honeysuckle tantalized my nose. I couldn't resist the temptation to press my lips against the back of her knee as I kneaded the muscle of her calves.

"Oh, please." Dahlia moaned. "Please. Don't you want me?"

"More than you can imagine." I whispered across the flesh and was rewarded as goose bumps rose to meet my breath.

I worshipped every inch of her body, caressing the skin with fingers and lips, kneading the underlying flesh with strong fingers and tongue on my way to the nape of her neck.

Several more times she spoke, pleading with me, but I refused to relent either to her or to my own need that wanted to be inside this incredibly desirable woman. An eternal half hour later, I felt that I was ready to face the other half.

"Turn over." I whispered as I pulled gently at her hip.

"Oh, thank the gods." Dahlia breathed as she rolled over to expose her front to me once more.

Predictably, I sprang to attention once more and ached just be inside her now, right now.

I forced my desire in on itself and made myself slowly begin the descent from her shoulders towards her ankles. I allowed myself to gently caress her breasts but did not deign to broach the pink boundary of her areola much less the stiffened peaks standing above those delicate mounds.

Dahlia whimpered as I moved my fingers away just ahead of her attempts to turn into them to feel my fingers upon that perfection. But, I knew that once I allowed it, I would be lost.

"Oh, please, for the love of the gods, just take me." Dahlia pled when I reached her hips and forced my fingers to take the outside path rather than explore her inner treasures and lifted my tongue away as it trailed from her navel to just short of her fiery pubic region.

"Not yet." I whispered, letting my breath caress the region I was withholding my touch from. "Soon. Soon."

I was fighting a dual battle to heighten her need and lessen my own and was losing on both fronts. How much more could she take before desire became frustration on her end? How much longer before the frustration I felt on mine snapped and turned what should be a pleasurable sampling of a dainty delicacy into an aggressive rutting of need?

My mouth made it as far as the dimples on her knees and my fingers almost made it to her ankles when I could not stand any more.

I pressed my body between her legs and pressed her knees up and apart with my hands. There, between her thighs, only slightly hidden by her swollen and dripping sex was the place where I wanted to be.

But, first, a taste.

"Oh, gods!" Dahlia wailed as my mouth made contact with her sweet lips. "What are you doing to me?"

I didn't answer, but delved deeper with my tongue and then pulled out to flick the tip across the tiny nub hidden in the top of her folds. I felt a shudder wrack her body as I fastened my mouth on that nubbin and sucked in as hard as I could. A gush of warm wetness coated my chin and gave me my cue that it was time.

My hands were shaking so bad that I had trouble with the fastening of my breeches. In frustration, I popped the fastening button. Dahlia's eyes widened as it bounced off her flat stomach and on off the bed.

"Yes." Dahlia breathed. "Finally."

My swollen cock did nothing to aid my attempts to free it and Dahlia's hands joined mine as she sat up. She wasn't much more help than I could have done alone as her hands were shaking almost as much as mine and we kept getting in each other's way.

Finally, I was free and trying to free my legs as well as Dahlia's hands wrapped around my throbbing shaft. That didn't help my pants progress to below my knees one little bit.

"Oh, hurry." Dahlia pled. "Please hurry."

"Trying." I muttered, shoving ineffectually at my pants and trying to pull hips away against the concerted effort of Dahlia pulling my cock towards her and it wanting to go that direction anyway.

"Roll over." Dahlia panted.

Thinking that she was going to help me finish pulling my pants off, I rolled onto my butt. Rather than pulling away, Dahlia swung one leg over both of mine and pressed her hips forward as her hand guided my shaft where my mouth had so recently been.

A nipple bounced off my nose and, beyond thought, I turned my head on instinct to fasten my mouth upon it.

Dahlia wailed and shoved at my shoulders, forcing me to lay back.

With one powerful downward thrust, Dahlia took my pulsating length inside her.

My head exploded into brilliant streamers of colored confetti as that sweet velvety heat wrapped around me.

I gradually came back to myself to the sensation of Dahlia bouncing up and down against me as that moist warmth slid across my length over and over again. As blissful as the initial penetration was, this was, if anything even better. I didn't want it to end.

"Oh, please." Dahlia moaned in time with her thrusts. "Hurry. Please hurry."

Hurry? But I was inside of her. Surely she wasn't wanting me to hurry up and cum and cause this heavenly interlude to end.

Dahlia's movements became more frenetic and shifted to back and forth instead of up and down. Her speech gave way to wordless grunts of need.

My own need came surging back in answer. I lifted my hips off the bed and tilted them. Dahlia took the hint like an excellent dance partner following my lead and rolled her own hips until I was above her.

My tuxedo trousers around my ankles were an unwanted distraction as I fought for traction to plunge deeper into her. I felt Dahlia's nails scrabbling at my ass, pulling me tighter against her, trying to help me reach deeper inside.

"Give. Me." Dahlia moaned. "Give. Me."

Give her what? I was already giving her everything I could with our pubic bones touching at the bottom of each thrust.

"No." Dahlia moaned. "Not yet. Too soon. Oh, hurry, Thomas. Hurry. I need it."

Her words made no sense to me. I'm not sure they would have anyway. But, I was so far gone down the path of my own need that nothing made sense except my own incipient climax just out of my reach.

Dahlia's mouth found mine in that perfect moment at the depth of my thrust and the bliss of her kiss carried me over the edge.

I moaned into her mouth as I felt my throbbing cock twitch deep inside her, filling her with burst after burst of my seed.

"Oh, thank you." Dahlia whispered, kissing me between each sentence. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."

Something was wrong. Each successive kiss felt lighter, fainter. I pulled back to look at this glorious woman beneath me.

What I saw made me almost fall off the bed as I jerked back away from her. She was fading and getting fainter and fainter. Already I could see the comforter beneath her, through her.

"Acidahlia." Dahlia said. Her voice sounded like a whisper on the wind it was so faint. "My full name is Acidahlia."

Then she was gone.

My brain was gibbering. Was I going insane? Had I imagined her? Would an insane person know if they were hallucinating?

My eye fell on a pool of cloth in the bathroom doorway as I almost fell in my attempt to get off the bed and tried to decide whether to pull my pants up or off. I compromised by holding them at my knees as I shuffled towards the dress that would be proof that she was here.

But, the cloth pooling there wasn't green, it was white.

No. I shook my head before the thought could fully form. I had kicked my white shirt deeper into the bathroom. That was where she had dropped her dress. It couldn't be my shirt. It couldn't.

It wasn't my shirt, I discovered as I reached for it. But, neither was it the elegant green evening gown she had worn either. It looked like a really long white shirt or a really short white dress. For some reason the term "toga" leapt to mind.

What was this and where had it come from? I looked around bewildered. My eye fell on something bright next to the wall. Where I would have dropped her hairpin when I unleashed her hair.

I hit my head against the wall, but didn't care as I reached for it. My fingers closed over a cool bit of metal and I cupped it in my hand to look at it. It looked something like an arrow except both the head and the fletching were shaped more like hearts.

That was no help though as I realized that I had never really looked at it, being too focused on her hair.

In frustration, I kicked the pants that had been trying to trip me from my legs and stood in nothing but a pair of socks, panting in equal parts panic and frustration. What the hell was happening?

My eye fell on my reflection and I felt my panic ratchet up another notch. The purpling bruise on my left side was gone as if it had never been. I touched my hand to my side and felt nothing out of the ordinary, but I should have been wincing in pain.