This is a story written about a mature theme. If you are not mature enough to understand love and respect dont bother reading any further. Any comments you have about this story, I welcome. This story is dedicated to a wonderful friend and beautiful inspiriation.
A SKETCH WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS
Slowly awakening to the day, my eyes adjust to the sunlight filtered through the window. My lips are smile covered, as I focus on her laying next to me, sleeping peacefully. Watching her breathe my fingers lovingly glide across her curves so sweet. Her body gently moves allowing the sheets to conform to her mounds, so beautiful is the sight before me. Quietly, I walk across the room to my desk. Searching I find some chalk and a pad of paper, taking a seat in a chair next to the bed, I take a deep breath and hope that I do her justice. Looking at the sunlight filtering down upon her, I can't help but feel moved to capture her, just as she is, so beautiful, so gentle, so peaceful. Quickly I sketch as she dreams, adding colors to the layers of shadows, I see cast upon her body. I stop just to gaze at her, as I am so in love. Seeing such a peaceful sight makes me want to stop time. Flipping pages, I do as many sketches as I can, before she wakens to the day. Quietly I put my chalk and pad away, knowing I'll do more with it later. Watching her from the doorway I smile, knowing the surprise I have for her will probably move her to tears.
Off to the kitchen, I fix myself a cup of tea, as I fix her usual Java. Taking them both back to the bed, I lay her cup next to the bed as I snuggle in with mine. Watching her, I take the strand of hair that's fallen into her face and tuck it behind her ear. She moves and slowly awakens to me. Smiling, she offers a,"Good morning", as I return her smile with a,"Top O' the day to you too." Gently, I caress her smile with my fingers. Giggling, I hand her coffee, as she straightens up and thanks me with her eyes, as she savors her love of that first cup in the morning. Reaching for that strand of hair that wants to drip before her eyes, I tuck it behind her ear. Her warm smile holds mine, as I love starting the day this way, together, at peace, in love. Those blue eyes melt my heart everytime I gaze into them. "What are your plans for the day, Babe," I ask, never taking my eyes from hers. "Need to run into town for shopping,want to come along," she asks, in her pleading come with me tone. Biting my lip, I hate turning her down anything. Yet knowing, I need time to myself, to finish my project, I have to let her know, that I will have to pass on this one. "Perhaps we can share a nice home cooked meal to make up for it," I plead, in my best I'll make it all up to you voice. Laughing she caresses my face in her hand and kisses me. "Yes baby," she tells me,"You can finish whatever work you need to do," she pouts. "I'll make it up to you babe," I plead,"I'll even dust off the grill for a couple of steaks,after all that shopping, I'm sure you'll be hungry," I tease. She smacks my butt, as I walk away. "Hey," I yell. She calls after me that she will grab some fresh seafood on her trek into town as well.
Looking back at her, before entering the shower, I inhale deeply and love the peace breathing through my veins, just thinking of her. Stepping into the water, the steam fills my pores, as the hot water envelopes me. Startling me, she places her hand on my shoulder. "Sorry babe," she whispers in my ear,"Didn't mean to scare you." Holding myself up against the wall with one hand, I reach around behind me and curl the other around her. Turning myself around we become one,entwind in each other. I pull her into the water, watching her as she melts into me,the hot water melts her goosebumps. Reaching for the shampoo, I lather her hair, as I love the feel of the silkiness in my hands. Holding her head back, I cover her neck with soft delicate kisses and licks, as I make sure all the shampoo is washed away. I reach for the bar of soap smiling sheepishly, "Ooops I dropped it,"she laughs, that laugh that's so infectious to my ears."You always drop the soap," she exclaims. "Are you complaining," I say, "because I can get some soft soap and you won't get me on my knees so easily," I tease. Reaching down for my smile, she caresses my face with her fingers. I take the soap in my hands and lather them as I begin with her toes and work my way all over her foot. Kneeling before her, I watch her gaze. Breathe her in, as I run my hands up her calf and up her thigh. Around her ass and down to her other leg,down to her toes,I pull on each piggie and can't help but laugh with her.
My hands glide as the soap feels wonderful against her skin. My hands slide up between her legs, to which she automatically opens for me. Hearing her moaning low, my fingers slide around her lips and up between her cheeks. Sliding my fingers along her lips, they are so slick from her juices mingling with the soap. Reaching up to her breast, I caress it, as I rub the tip of her clit with my fingers. Her hips rise to me, as the water cascades down upon her body. Washing away the soap with my hands, I open her up with my fingers as I take a dip with my tongue. Moaning low, she accepts my lust,as my tongue searches deeper, wanting so, to taste more of that honey, that I so desire. Holding the back of my head, she holds me close to her, as my mouth mingles with her lips so sweet. Holding her back to the wall, I reach for her ass and pull her into me, as I so want to devour her. So sweetly she moans, as her hips rise to my tongue. Deeply I search, as she opens up to me. Louder her cries become, as she reaches for the towel rack to steady herself. Holding her ass with one hand, my other hand searches for her honey. Pushing in gently, yet with a deeper motion, each thrust I feel her body starting to spasm. Two fingers are pulled in, as her body feeds off of me. Rocking together, neither of us can get enough. Flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue, I feel her knees getting weak, with her cream over flowing. I reach under her, to steady her, as I lick gently around her lips. Letting her catch her breath, I lightly lick at her clit and around her puss.
Reaching for me, she pulls me up and pins me against the wall with a kiss. So passionate is she, with lust in her eyes. Sharing it all with me, as our tongues mingle. Tasting herself on me, I see that look in her eyes,that smile. Covering my breast with her hand, she massages it, as her kiss, is melting me into the tile. Reaching down with her lips, she covers my breast,so light she is with her kisses. Sliding her other hand down my stomach, she sucks my hardening nipple into her mouth deeper. "Oooooh yes," I breathe deeply, as her lips suck me in deeper. Her tongue encircles my nipple, as her fingers find my sweet spot and open me up. Grinding into her fingers, my chest juts out as she begin to suck harder on my breast. Her fingers sliding around, makes my body tingle. Slipping a finger in, she nibbles on my nipple, that about sends me, as my hips dance to her rhythm. Holding onto her shoulders, she sucks on my nipple as she slides another finger in. Groaning in my throat, I hold on tight, as she gently glides her hand back and forth. Grinding into her, I feel my body tensing up, as I can't hold back any longer, as she fully consumes me. Holding the back of her head with one hand and grabbing onto her back, to steady myself, I totally give myself to her. Knowing I am in good hands,I am free to melt as I am and I do. Sliding down the wall into her arms, she reaches for me, holding me close, she feels me shudder. Pulling me under the steaming water, she holds me close. Pulling back I look into her eyes, so deep is the love I see, I feel. Cupping her face with my hand, I rest my head on her shoulder. Rocking me gently she reaches and turns off the water. Grabbing towels, we begin to dry the other off, no words said, yet so much conveyed. Reaching for her embrace, we kiss, lightly, just enough to start the day. Smiling, we go about our way and get ourselves ready for the day.
A quick bagel and another cup of coffee and she's off. Finally, to finish what I started earlier. Grabbing a glass of juice and some yogurt I settle down at my desk. Clear things away and set up camp for the rest of the morning. Putting on some music to set the mood, always a tune for coloring by. I laugh to myself as Neil sings to me, "Fountainbleu....they painted it green." Opening the pad to the sketch, I have to admire it, for she really has all the right curves for my imagination. Taking my time, I sing as I color her world. Watching the shadows come alive, as she is etched in my memory. Looking at my finished drawing, I have to smile, for I can see she brings out the best in me in so many ways. Placing my signature in the corner, I add a small message too, "To my funny valentine....hold on tight." With that, I smile and stretch. Laying on the same spot where she was this morning, I hold the drawing as I lay back. Feeling at peace, I drift away, to be awakened by a soft kiss. "Happy Valentine's Day," she whispers into me, as her gaze goes from me to the drawing of her. I see the love in her eyes, as she reaches for me. Holding her close, I feel and hear her heart beating, for me.