OLAS--The Second Love Scene
By Delorita
Dear readers: please imagine the scene after Mario and Francisco escaped with Irene from the hospital. Irene is sitting now in the bed with the red sheets, just awakened with the sentence on her lips "Cleo is dead, isn't he?" and Francisco comes to her whispering: "I'm here." That is the scene where I want to put my little story. I'm writing as Irene.
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Francisco hands me a little something. "Earth from your garden." As I take it and smell the fresh scent of earth, all of a sudden my senses remember the last time I smelled fresh earth. It was in that cave, after our terrible experience with the dead bodies in the mine.
But I don't think of the bad things. I remember our first passionate lovemaking. The softness of his body, the sensuous warmth of his skin, his voice as he sighed "I love you." And there he's sitting beside me on the edge of the bed, his beloved incredibly handsome face only one arm's length away from mine. I can not bear it and although my whole injured body aches I whisper, "I want to make love to you."
Francisco closes his eyes for a second and I admire for the thousandth time his wonderful long lashes until he looks at me and answers: "Countess, you can hardly walk." I know he's right but I feel such a strong longing to have him again in my arms and inside me, that I forget all my pain. And his eyes which captured me in an instant at our first meeting in my office, those chocolate brown eyes, glowing with longing although he's trying to hide it.
So I murmur, "I don't accept your answer." And while I say it I reach for him and caress his loving smile with my fingertip and pull lightly at the curls in his neck. And very slowly he bend down to me still looking deeply into my eyes. And I take his face in my hands, sighing, "Oh my sweet brave lover," and then I feel the warmth of his mouth on my lips. Gentle I stroke with my tongue across his lower lip, meeting his warm soft tongue deep inside my mouth and start to explore his again. Caressing, tongue against tongue. I pull him so close to me until I feel the material of his shirt through my nightgown on my breasts. I entwine my arms around his neck. I don't let him go!
He whispers, "I don't want to hurt you." Although he's trying to make his voice calm I sense his excitement and desire in it. And my reply is only a whisper too, "You won't!" while I slide with my hands beneath his shirt, touching that warm smooth skin which makes my whole body shudder. A sensuous sigh escapes him: "I love your hands, querida."
Now he helps me and removes the jacket and his shirt. I gasp and let travel my hands through the soft "fur" on his chest, caressing his nipples lightly which show me immediately how I do arouse him. My fingertips find their way downwards the hairy line on his stomach across the bellybutton. And without hesitation I begin to put the zipper down.
"Oh Irene! WHAT are you doing to me?" He smiles at me but helps me to take off his pants. Suddenly he jumps up from the bed and walks to the door, locking it to make sure no one will interrupt us. I giggle and enjoy the view of his firm butt in those well fitting and very well filled white briefs. And as he turns toward me I can see HOW erected he is and want to caress the treasure that is hidden in the underwear. I'm not able to get up so I hold out my arms longingly to him. And quickly he comes back to kiss me again! Our mouths and souls melt together and I feel how my longing grows more and more, spreading through my whole injured body and taking the pain away. My fingers reach their goal. HIS BIG HARD ONE! It's a fantastic unbelievable feeling to touch it and make him moan.
I manage to breathe, "I want you inside me again, take them off, PLEASE!" After he removes my panties and is kneeling between my legs and while he unbuttons my nightgown he whispers " My poor wounded girl." He starts to kiss beside the wounds. I'm impatient to feel the touch of his fingertips on my erected nipples. And there it IS. Hmmmm. Most tender, at first a light caressing but then more tightly. I gasp again. And then there is his tongue on my nipples. Sucking, teasing. I try to arch my body more into the wetness of his mouth but that hurts too much. He notices it immediately and says in a low voice, "Rest, rest, querida. I'll do the work, I'll spoil you, dearest."
With this he starts to move his way downwards on my body. His kisses all over me and as he reaches my pubic hair he sighs, "You must only enjoy." AND HOW I ENJOY! He knows how to spoil me because there is his tongue tip, a tender touch on the most sensitive part between my legs. I take a very deep breath. His tongue is moving, makes me wet and gives me tiny shudders one after another. I'm loosing my mind totally, letting my hands slide through his hair and across the smooth skin of his shoulders. He's unbelievable! I never felt this way with my cousin....
My senses are already gone as I feel his hardness against the entry to my inner lust. A deep moan escapes my throat and his too. I spread my legs further and take him in my hands, touching the tip of his arousal with my fingertips, guide him into my wetness. He sighs more deeply then before as if he'd thought he could never make love to me again. He takes me so slowly that I already shudder with total pleasure when he slides into me the first time. And he continues to move slowly in and out. We both enjoy every one of his movements because I'm not able to move much. I caress the muscles of his strong arms, which hold him above my injured stomach.
"Can you go on like that, my beloved? It's so wonderful..." I sigh while I try to arch a little against him. "Or should I turn on my side?" Still careful, he's shaking his head. "No , querida...It's ...not ...necessary." He gasps and a second later, "...Oh Irene, Irene..." His words and the suddenly jerking of his body make me cry out loud with unbearable pleasure. We are in heaven as I look into his eyes while he comes and when I reach the high waves of my climax I pant his name over and over again. "Francisco..oh my Franciscoooooo...."
I'm so happy in that moment. But later when we lie beside each other, face to face, caressing our bodies lightly, I've tears in my eyes thinking that we have to leave Chile.
"Someday we will come back, I promise." He's trying to comfort me. His voice is tender but strong and his gentle hands caress my cheek until I finally fall asleep...
....and in my dreams he comes to me once more, I smell the earth and the world is a garden with no walls...
... and we are totally free.
Index
Dear readers: please imagine the scene after Mario and Francisco escaped with Irene from the hospital. Irene is sitting now in the bed with the red sheets, just awakened with the sentence on her lips "Cleo is dead, isn't he?" and Francisco comes to her whispering: "I'm here." That is the scene where I want to put my little story. I'm writing as Irene.
***
Francisco hands me a little something. "Earth from your garden." As I take it and smell the fresh scent of earth, all of a sudden my senses remember the last time I smelled fresh earth. It was in that cave, after our terrible experience with the dead bodies in the mine.
But I don't think of the bad things. I remember our first passionate lovemaking. The softness of his body, the sensuous warmth of his skin, his voice as he sighed "I love you." And there he's sitting beside me on the edge of the bed, his beloved incredibly handsome face only one arm's length away from mine. I can not bear it and although my whole injured body aches I whisper, "I want to make love to you."
Francisco closes his eyes for a second and I admire for the thousandth time his wonderful long lashes until he looks at me and answers: "Countess, you can hardly walk." I know he's right but I feel such a strong longing to have him again in my arms and inside me, that I forget all my pain. And his eyes which captured me in an instant at our first meeting in my office, those chocolate brown eyes, glowing with longing although he's trying to hide it.
So I murmur, "I don't accept your answer." And while I say it I reach for him and caress his loving smile with my fingertip and pull lightly at the curls in his neck. And very slowly he bend down to me still looking deeply into my eyes. And I take his face in my hands, sighing, "Oh my sweet brave lover," and then I feel the warmth of his mouth on my lips. Gentle I stroke with my tongue across his lower lip, meeting his warm soft tongue deep inside my mouth and start to explore his again. Caressing, tongue against tongue. I pull him so close to me until I feel the material of his shirt through my nightgown on my breasts. I entwine my arms around his neck. I don't let him go!
He whispers, "I don't want to hurt you." Although he's trying to make his voice calm I sense his excitement and desire in it. And my reply is only a whisper too, "You won't!" while I slide with my hands beneath his shirt, touching that warm smooth skin which makes my whole body shudder. A sensuous sigh escapes him: "I love your hands, querida."
Now he helps me and removes the jacket and his shirt. I gasp and let travel my hands through the soft "fur" on his chest, caressing his nipples lightly which show me immediately how I do arouse him. My fingertips find their way downwards the hairy line on his stomach across the bellybutton. And without hesitation I begin to put the zipper down.
"Oh Irene! WHAT are you doing to me?" He smiles at me but helps me to take off his pants. Suddenly he jumps up from the bed and walks to the door, locking it to make sure no one will interrupt us. I giggle and enjoy the view of his firm butt in those well fitting and very well filled white briefs. And as he turns toward me I can see HOW erected he is and want to caress the treasure that is hidden in the underwear. I'm not able to get up so I hold out my arms longingly to him. And quickly he comes back to kiss me again! Our mouths and souls melt together and I feel how my longing grows more and more, spreading through my whole injured body and taking the pain away. My fingers reach their goal. HIS BIG HARD ONE! It's a fantastic unbelievable feeling to touch it and make him moan.
I manage to breathe, "I want you inside me again, take them off, PLEASE!" After he removes my panties and is kneeling between my legs and while he unbuttons my nightgown he whispers " My poor wounded girl." He starts to kiss beside the wounds. I'm impatient to feel the touch of his fingertips on my erected nipples. And there it IS. Hmmmm. Most tender, at first a light caressing but then more tightly. I gasp again. And then there is his tongue on my nipples. Sucking, teasing. I try to arch my body more into the wetness of his mouth but that hurts too much. He notices it immediately and says in a low voice, "Rest, rest, querida. I'll do the work, I'll spoil you, dearest."
With this he starts to move his way downwards on my body. His kisses all over me and as he reaches my pubic hair he sighs, "You must only enjoy." AND HOW I ENJOY! He knows how to spoil me because there is his tongue tip, a tender touch on the most sensitive part between my legs. I take a very deep breath. His tongue is moving, makes me wet and gives me tiny shudders one after another. I'm loosing my mind totally, letting my hands slide through his hair and across the smooth skin of his shoulders. He's unbelievable! I never felt this way with my cousin....
My senses are already gone as I feel his hardness against the entry to my inner lust. A deep moan escapes my throat and his too. I spread my legs further and take him in my hands, touching the tip of his arousal with my fingertips, guide him into my wetness. He sighs more deeply then before as if he'd thought he could never make love to me again. He takes me so slowly that I already shudder with total pleasure when he slides into me the first time. And he continues to move slowly in and out. We both enjoy every one of his movements because I'm not able to move much. I caress the muscles of his strong arms, which hold him above my injured stomach.
"Can you go on like that, my beloved? It's so wonderful..." I sigh while I try to arch a little against him. "Or should I turn on my side?" Still careful, he's shaking his head. "No , querida...It's ...not ...necessary." He gasps and a second later, "...Oh Irene, Irene..." His words and the suddenly jerking of his body make me cry out loud with unbearable pleasure. We are in heaven as I look into his eyes while he comes and when I reach the high waves of my climax I pant his name over and over again. "Francisco..oh my Franciscoooooo...."
I'm so happy in that moment. But later when we lie beside each other, face to face, caressing our bodies lightly, I've tears in my eyes thinking that we have to leave Chile.
"Someday we will come back, I promise." He's trying to comfort me. His voice is tender but strong and his gentle hands caress my cheek until I finally fall asleep...
....and in my dreams he comes to me once more, I smell the earth and the world is a garden with no walls...
... and we are totally free.
Index