The Rhapsody

"Yes! Oh, yes!"

Dawn's affirmation was salvation to Lorenzo's anguished soul. But still something held him back. The words were right, but what if she came to him out of gratitude. He couldn't bear the thought of that.

He pulled his hands away from her soft, warm skin. Swallowing hard to keep his deepest fears at bay, Lorenzo dragged his eyes from the floor. Slowly, he raised his eyes. They traveled over her face before finally settling on her eyes...those big, beautiful brown eyes. And, in her eyes, he found the truth. Eyes that were so darkened with passion that they were nearly black stared back at him. Again, affirmation. A quiver surged through his body as he pulled her to him. He wouldn't ask her again. He had the only answer that he would ever need.

Two large hands tenderly cupped her face. Dawn closed her eyes with a soft moan. Seconds later, Lorenzo's lips were hers. Her mouth parted underneath the gentleness of his touch. A low growl emitted from the heart of him as her tongue touched his. The hands that held her face so tenderly suddenly became rough, sliding into her hair and angling her head to deepen the kiss.

She responded with equal fervor. Her fingers clawed his back, pulling him closer to her. Her thigh slid between his, lightly skimming his burning erection through the thin material of his pajama bottoms.

He shook in her arms. Lips that once clung to hers slid across her face. He kissed her eyes, nose, cheeks...any part of her that revealed itself to him. All the while, his hands roamed across her body. His hands moved down the length of her back before settling on her firm, rounded bottom. A thigh moved against him again and his hands tightened, crushing her against his full arousal.

"Mm...Lorenzo," Dawn breathed against his neck.

Her mouth parted and she placed hot, wet kisses along his neck and collarbone. Goosebumps sprang up on his hot flesh and she kissed those, too. He moaned and trembled in her arms. She held him close to her, reassuring him with the heat of her body and the warmth of her touch. Then she pulled away from him and stepped out of his arms.

Lorenzo watched through heavy lidded eyes as Dawn grasped the hem of her nightshirt. In slow motion, she pulled the flimsy material up over her full hips. Longing to touch her, his hands shook at his sides, but he didn't make a move. He held his breath and watched. Dawn crossed her arms and in one fluid motion, lifted the shirt over her head. She now stood partially dressed before him. He found that he couldn't wait anymore.

He reached for her hand and guided her to the sofa. She fell backwards onto the soft cushions and Lorenzo followed her. He rested the weight of his body on his forearm while the rest of him lay between her parted thighs. One hand gently framed her face while the other skimmed across her silken belly. Taking his time, he traced circles around her full breasts.

With every caress, Dawn's breathing became louder. Her nipples hardened to milk chocolate peaks. Lorenzo bent his head forward and took one hard bud into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the marble hard tip and his teeth nipped her gently. She shivered beneath him. The slight movement electrified him and he began to suckle her breast, taking as much of her ripe fullness into his mouth as possible.

"Oh, God," she moaned, sliding her fingers into his tight blond curls. "This feels so good."

"It gets better," he promised her as he raised his head to tend to the other breast.

Dawn moaned and writhed beneath him in pleasure. Her thighs pressed hard against as her legs wrapped around his. Her soft fingertips explored his body with overpowering hunger and need. She trailed down his damp back to slide underneath the waistband of his pajamas. Her fingers encountered the elastic of his briefs and she slid her hands underneath those as well. Greedy fingers curled into velvety soft claws as her nails scratched his backside. His erection pressed against her and she slid her hands around to the front of him to take possession of his throbbing manhood.

Time stood still as her fingers stroked the length of him. Lorenzo's mouth moved from her breast to capture her mouth in a hard, passionate kiss. Tongues fought a heated duel. Lorenzo became the victor as he captured her tongue inside his mouth and suckled on it. Dawn shook underneath as her lower body lifted from the sofa to press against him.

Lorenzo could take no more of the passionate torture. He dragged his mouth from hers. He rose from the sofa to quickly discard his clothing. As he stood before her, bare and ready for her, his gaze took a heated journey over her body. She was perfection. Her full breasts, flat tummy, and incredibly long legs were a vision to him. Her dark brown hair fanned out and framed her beautiful face.

"You're so beautiful, Dawn," he murmured. His eyes drifted from hers to rest on the part of her that hadn't been revealed to him. "But I want to see all of you." He knelt down between her thighs again. His hands rested on her knees and slid up her thighs. She raised her hips in anticipation and he laughed softly. "Thank you." His fingers slid underneath the tiny straps at her hips. He hooked his fingers around the elastic and pulled. The panties were off of her body five seconds later and tossed behind him on the floor.

"Perfection," he cooed, his eyes feasting on her bare body. He lowered himself down onto her again. Kissing, touching and holding her against him. Feeling her shiver from his every caress was a dream come true and he intended to prolong as much of it as possible.

Lips and tongue moved across her, tasting her warm skin. He covered her breasts and belly with kisses as he moved downward. His long fingers nested in her crest of damp, dark brown curls that covered her most secret place. His tongue swirled around her navel as his finger dipped inside.

"So warm and wet," he murmured against her as his lips trailed downward to follow his fingers.

"For you," she told him. A shriek pealed from her lips as his tongue caressed the core of her. "Oh, Selfish, don't stop."

Lorenzo followed her instructions. He tasted her thoroughly. He licked and sucked. His fingers moved in and out her in a rhythm that only sounded in his ears. Her soft moans added to the melody and Lorenzo became a composer, creating unforgettable music with her body.

Waves of satisfaction coursed through Dawn. Her legs trembled. Her thighs closed around his head. And her fingers grasped his hair. Lorenzo thrived on her reaction to him and took her over the brink of ecstasy again and again.

After she lay spent underneath, he raised his head to look at her. Her eyes were half closed and he wondered if she had fallen asleep. She hadn't. Dawn cupped her hand under his chin and drew him to her. Their lips crushed together, hard and amorously.

Their tongues dueled again. Her hands gripped his lean hips. His erection brushed against her sensitive flesh, teasing and tantalizing her. Lorenzo shook with each brush and when he was unable to resist for a moment longer, he moved inside her.

Their union was wild. White-hot wetness made it so easy for his shaft to slide deep inside her. Deeper and deeper came his thrusts, and Dawn met each and every one.

Lorenzo's body was hot and wet. Sweat from both of their bodies mingled and soaked them, but it did little to cool them off. They were on fire. The only thing that could cool them was their release.

Rolling them until they were on their side, Lorenzo drew her thigh up over his hip. His thrusts slowed from their frenetic pace. The new position gave new meaning to his slow movement. She tightened with each thrust and with each thrust he drove himself deeper inside her.

Her lips fell from his to graze his neck and then his shoulder. As his hand closed around her breast, squeezing and molding her flesh, she sunk her teeth into his skin. "Selfish, please!" she begged him as grasped her behind and drove even deeper still.

The soft begging and her trembling form caused him to shiver. He could prolong their ecstasy no longer. He moved inside her with one hard, final thrust. The explosion overwhelmed them both and they cried out in rhapsody.

"Aren't you glad I was sure?" she asked in a sleepy whisper. Her head rested in the hollow of his shoulder and neck.

Lorenzo rested his head against hers. His arms were wrapped her, holding her close to him. He was near slumber, but he managed to respond, "Yes. Oh, yes."