His hand slipped to her groove and moved sensuously to her c******s. He soothed her lips against the soft woman love of her as he spoke.
“I remember your blue eyes and your smile....”
Her mind filled with the memory and of him, his maleness and deep brown eyes. Irresistible throbs of o****m blended with the beauty of that day in her mind. A mental link between the abandon of s****l release and the powerlessness of the mind before the beauty of nature formed in her mind. The love from this man brought harmony which allowed her to see into some transcendental void of consciousness.
“I have a little mission,” he said.
He stepped out and held out a gloriously warm luxury towel. He patted her dry, lifted her and carried her to the bed.
“Lie down. Let me see your skin against the cream sati
