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Subject: {ASSM} For my angel
Date: Tue,  8 May 2001 18:10:01 -0400
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Her face was warm. She knew she was nervous, but did she have to be so
nervous that she was turning red? After taking a deep breath she
opened the door...

Months before she had met him at a friend's house. She didn't think he
was the greatest looking guy she had ever met, but there was something
about the way he looked at her - he didn't look at her chest, which
was a nice change, he looked at her eyes... and into them. He talked
about things she had wanted to hear and actually listened to what she
said while they sat and talked! He didn't try being funny - he had
honest humor... she felt like she liked him, but she didn't know him.
Something inside him was sad and lonely. Damn.. She didn't want to be
"filler" for someone. But he didn't push - he just held out his hand
and let her make up her mind.

So here she was. She flew up to see him and after a short drive to the
little perfect house with the white picket fence, she put her things
in the room he arranged for her - It was really nice and if she wanted
she could relax and not have to worry. Then he said she could relax
and watch TV or make calls to people to let them know she got in ok.
That was really sweet, and it gave her the feeling that she was safe.
No that he ever did or said anything to make her feel that she
couldn't trust him, but that was what he did. He let her find out
things for herself instead of making a point of them.

By the time she got off the phone she was ready to just sit and do
what they promised they would do before he left... Finish a
conversation and just relax without worrying about other people
intruding or being pests. Some privacy and relaxation was what she
needed.

When she came out through the kitchen (the extra room was built onto
the house where people could come and go as they pleased without
bothering anyone) there was a note on the door frame.

"Go to the living room and make a left"

The lights were out, but there was dim light coming in through a set
of glass doors at one end of the living room. She was curious and just
a little nervous. What was he doing?

She opened the door and her heart felt like it skipped a beat and
tried to break through her chest at the same time. The hot tub was
open and the ledge around it was covered in candles. The moon was
streaming in through the bay window that looked out into the back yard
- it was very normal, but the way the window was set you could see the
sky framed by trees and the moon - the rest of the world was gone.

Floating in the water were roses - not petals, but roses. Each one had
been set so that it floated upright and they played across the surface
like small laughing fish.

She felt him come up behind her and she turned. He held a glass in
each hand -the champaign he had chilled in the back of the fridge and
was hoping she hadn't seen. He looked like a little boy who had made a
present and was afraid that it wasn't good enough. To see that look on
the face of a man she knew to be so strong willed made her want to
laugh and hug him - but she wanted to hear what he had to say first.

"Well... at least we have someplace to sit and look at the moon on the
water." His smile made her weak...

She kissed him on the cheek as she took her glass and said "thank you"
in his ear. Their cheeks touched and he turned towards her almost
without knowing it - he didn't mean to, but it was as though he wasn't
in control of where his lips went. There was almost a moment where
they kissed - just close enough to feel the warmth and sense the how
close they were... but she looked down and blushed as he smiled and
lifted his glass between them.

She caught herself not breathing and thought "This is crazy! I've
never been shy when I wanted to kiss someone, and he certainly wants
to! What the hell is wrong with us? We're acting like a couple of kids
on their first date."

They sat and talked next to the tub while a cool breeze drifted though
the window.. She didn't remember moving closer and he never seemed to
move, but some where in the conversation she found herself sitting so
close she could here his breathing and he could feel the warmth of her
leg against his.

She didn't move and neither did he, but they were face to face and she
moved her mouth to tell him to kiss her - and her lips brushed against
his. They were both breathing like they had run a mile but it was
soft. He didn't rush and she didn't pull away - they were soft and
beneath that softness they were both wanting this - She opened her
lips only enough to let her tongue touch his lip and he moaned... he
took her lower lip lightly between his and then touched the side of
her face with his hand....

They stopped kissing, but only because they needed to breath. Her head
felt light and she didn't want to open her eyes... she was afraid that
she would see that he didn't have the same reaction to the kiss she
did.

When she did he was still sitting with his eyes closed - and a single
tear was on his cheek. Her eyes opened wide and she bit her lip! What
had she done wrong? Was he that disappointed? She reached out to brush
the tear away... H caught her hand.

"No..," his voice barely even a whisper. "Let me enjoy this." He
kissed the palm of her hand and she felt him smile.

"Your crying," she said in the same hushed tones, as if too much sound
would shatter the room like glass. "Why? I never thought that one kiss
could be that wrong."

He smiled into her eyes and she couldn't help but smile back... there
was more to that smile - something she felt warm and pulsing inside
her.

"It wasn't wrong." He moved his face to hers and as his lips brushed
against hers, he said, "there are only so many perfect things in life
- you should never let one of them pass without taking the time to
savor it." He continued speaking with his mouth tracing along her jaw
to her ear. "And that kiss was something to savor."

His lips caught her ear and he left it as soon as she gasped, but only
to press his mouth against her neck, hard and open. She couldn't have
stopped her head from going back if she had wanted to, and she did
most certainly did not want to! She wanted his mouth and lips and
teeth to keep doing just what they were - soft sucking motions and
little bites that traced along the surface of her skin - and his
tongue... Oh god, when he licked the sweat from her neck he made it
feel like he was going to spear her through with it, but it was soft
and wet and she wanted more.. and ...

He stopped. Her eyes flew open and she saw why he stopped - he wanted
her to look at him! He wanted to see her need and she finally was able
to do what she wanted - she kissed him back the way she had always
wanted to - without hesitation, without fear of not being enough. She
finally was able to devour a man the way she wanted to, and he gave
himself to her kiss as readily as she had given her throat to him....
She felt powerful. Not because she was taking anything, but because he
was as open to her as he wanted her to be to him. There would be
nothing they would not do for each other.

She grew afraid again - what was happening to her? There had been men
before, but this was not her being willing to give him what he wanted
and he wasn't demanding. They were touching each other as if they were
only trying to do what felt right for the other. He was rubbing her
back as he kissed between her breasts, not caring that her shirt was
dry and harsh compared to her skin. She was straddling him and holding
him to her as though her heart would stop beating if his wasn't there
to feel... he looked up at her and with clear eyes said the one thing
she wanted to hear because at that moment she knew it would be true.

"I want you."

She took his face in her hands and kissed him again. As she did she
pushed her self against him telling him to touch her. His hands slid
down her back and across her ass and around the backs of her thighs.
He never touched her were she was already wet, but along the sides,
making her whimper and push her ass back to make him touch her... and
all this without her doing it - her body wanted this and she had let
it take over.

She arched her back and took his hands from her ass and slid them up
her body and around to her breasts. He held them, but not like they
were there just for his enjoyment - he knew how to hold them and move
his hands until her nipples were hard and then pinch them. Not enough
to hurt, but enough to make her shudder and her hips moved against
him... He eased one arm around her and moved under her like a snake
and she found herself on her back with him next to her.

"Not yet." He smiled and she finally saw what she wanted - he was
sweating and his breathing was rapid. She moaned and rubbed her hand
across his crotch and she felt what she had inspired - he was hard and
she swore that even through his pants she could feel it throb.

He took off his shirt and pants and climbed into the hot tub. He
turned around and smiled and sat in the corner. The heat from the
water was intense - she could see him having to sink slowly and adjust
to it.

"Why did you stop?" she was curious and almost ready to kill him! "I
didn't want you to and you didn't either... what are you doing??" She
knew he was up to something but her passion was making her angry and
she wanted him to come back to her.. and she wasn't going to take no
for an answer!

"Well..." he said with an almost lazy tone, "I want you more than you
know, but I once told you that we were going to do things right. I
want this to last and what is going to happen all night is that I am
going to do everything to you that you've ever wanted, but to do that
I have to make sure you are ready and about to explode. I don't want
quick - I want this to be remembered by both of us untill we die."

She smiled and without a word turned her back. She knew he had wanted
her - he never made any secret of it, but he alwasy said that it would
be on her terms. She knew she didn't need to tease him - he wanted her
and all of this was to satisfy her and make it last. She took off her
shirt and knew he was watching as she slipped her bra straps off one
at a time... She knew it was turning him on, but she actually was
doing it because she felt kind of shy! She wanted him to not see what
she thought were flaws. What she didn't know was that he had pictured
this many times and at this moment he knew that his mind's eye had no
idea what it was trying to do - she was perfect to him. The next thing
to go were her pants - and as she slid them off her hips she had to
bend - and the sound he made was like that of a hungry animal. She had
thought that getting out of the water and moving across the tub would
be difficult, but before she could so much as move his arms were
around her and he spun her around and his hands had pushed her pands
halfway down her legs and his body was against her and their lips were
togehter again. His cock was hard against her belly and she threw her
arms around his neck and pushed her hips against him.

He broke the kiss and kissed and bit his way down her body, pulling
her pants into a horrible knot at her feet. His mouth was level with
her wet pussy and she was ready to fall over - She grabbed his hair
and wanted him to kiss her so bad that she moaned, "oh god, please,
PLEASE.." He kissed her thighs on either side, rubbing his face across
her crotch - teasing her! His tounge traced a line across the front of
where her sweet clit started and she tried to trust against him, but
he had already turned his face!

She kicked her pants off her feet and as he retreated across the tub,
smiling like a great evil wolf, she stood there and knew she was going
to get him back for that.

"You really enjoy teasing me, don't you?" she put one foot into the
tub. Damn it! She didn't think it would be that hot! How could he
stand it?? Her bravado vanished when her foot told her she was in
trouble. He smiled more and held out his hand.

"I'm not teasing. Teasing is what you do to get someone's attention
and you don't mean to deliver." She let him help her in, his eyes
never leaving hers, though she was careful to watch where she was
stepping. "I want you to take me as I am and I want you to give
yourself to me, but not without really wanting me - this has to mean
something for both of us."

She didn't know how, but she was in the water up to the tops of her
legs. His arms were around her and the heat and the steam made them
both slick and soft. She hadn't felt him against her, not naked and
not fully against her. The front of her body and his were touching
everywhere and she put her hands on his chest and rubbed the hair that
grew in the middle. When she looked up his face was soft, but his
eyes.. they were like lasers. He hid nothing from her there.

She almost cried because of that look. She pressed her mouth to his
and felt him throb against her again. This time she reached down and
moved him between her legs, rubbing herself along his cock. He moaned
in that kiss and this time his head went back - he had only had one
woman in his entier life act so openly about what she wanted and that
was someone who had caused him pain... this time he knew it was right.

She drew her hips back and forth, but there was too much of an angle -
she couldn't get him inside where she wanted to feel him. And he knew
that all he had to do was bend his knees a few inches and they would
finaly be together, her hot and wet around him and him hard and deep
inside her. But he wouldn't.. he was still going to make this last!

He sat down - she knew that the heat and water would make doing
anyting in the tub painful - she pouted at him "Your an ass, you know
that?" he smiled back at her and turned her around in the water and
pulled her back - she streached out her legs and half floated and let
him hold her. The water was making her relaxed and his arms made her
feel safe - something she had wanted. He felt needed and trusted -
something he had missed for many years.

They rested and before she got over heated he helped her out and dried
her skin, now made even softer and more sensative by the water. He
used the thick towel across her and when he ran his hands across her
ass she pushed back - she knew he liked her ass - he had told her so
so many times on the phone! He pushed between her cheeks and rubbed
the towel across where his cock had been not five minutes before. The
feeling made her wet again and she couldn't help but push back.... 

He stood and wrapped the towel around her and moved her towards the
door - then she noticed what she hadn't seen the first time trough the
living room - he had put candles on the table. There were long tapers,
two of them. Between them were five or six smaller ones, different
colors and sizes. They weren't lit... he was always thinking ahead and
wanted them to last a while.

She heard him throw the heavy cover over the tub and he came out
behind her and she smiled to herself as he put his arm around her
waist. His lips found her neck and she moved her head to offer more of
it to him.

He stepped around her and walked backwards with her hand in his and
didn't pull her to the couch. He simply held out his hand and she kept
hers in his.

As they sat he handed her the matches - old fasioned wooden ones.

"Light one." he said.

"Does it matter which one?" she asked, lighting the match.

"Each one means something.. the first one you light dictates what I
say next."

She looked at him sideways and leaned forward to light the one red
one...

"And you're not going to tell me what they mean are you?"

He smiled and lit one of the taller ones from the red and used it to
light the others. When he was done he was on his knees in front of
her... one of her legs on either side of him and the towel barely
covering her. He was moving his hand up her legs as he leaned towards
her.

"Well," this said with a tilt of her head and her hand on his chest to
stop him. "What's the red one mean?"

He stopped smiling and looked into her eyes.

"That I love you."

She saw nothing but truth in his face.. he was laying open his life to
her.

She pulled him towards her and kissed him. Her legs pulled him up and
over her as she lay back... she reached down and felt him in her hand
- hard and ready. She guided him to her wet and aching pussy - they
became lovers with one slow movement - her hips meeting his and his
back arching as if to push through her to her heart. They started
moving together, her rising to meet him and he moving deeper and
faster.

She put her hand against his chest and he looked into her face - she
opened her eyes and even though she wanted to never stop untill she
felt him cun, she caught her breath...

"What do the other colors mean," she almost couldn't speak - as she
spoke each word both of their hips trust a little... they were not
able to stop it, " please.. I have to know."

He took her hand from his chest and as he pushed deep into her and
held himself there he kissed her wrist and bit her slightly - the
sensation adding to the heat she was feeling as her clit was being
rubbed by his pelvis and the base of his cock.

"They all meant the same thing - that I love you."

She stared into his eyes and let herself fall into them as she let her
body go - she thrust against him untill she felt the first stirring of
him inside her. She knew he was close and knowing that made her start
- the warmth in her belly and the throbbing between her legs.... she
felt him starting to cum and when he did he pulled her up to him and
buried his face against her hair and she felt his mouth on her neck
and she felt.. she felt...

She felt the warmth and the trembling and the wetness and the
reliese.. her heart was racing and she felt herself not breath and she
heard herslf cry out and she didn't care....

They felt limp against each other. She needed to breath and she found
that they had wound up on the floor. She was naked and straddling him
and she was happy. He was rubbing her back and still semi-hard inside
her... she moved to get off of him and his hips thrust up with her..
she smiled and tried to move again.. but he moved with her.. and she
felt him getting harder! She moved again but this time meaning to keep
him inside. He pushed slowly into her and she looked down into his
face as if to say "do you want me again? are you really ready for
more?"

She didn't have to ask....

Perhaps Your Life Serves No Other Purpose But To Be A Warning To Others.

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