The night was quiet, unusually quiet given the facts that the small seaside hotel was near the main road, and it was a Friday in June. The hotel should have been overrun with guests. A welcomed sense of peacefulness pervaded instead. The light within the simple room they occupied seemed to glow; it’s only sources the moonlight filtering in through the sheer draperies and a lone burning candle. But, he thought, it was their bodies that imbued the room with a blue-gold radiance. They lay together quietly now, their breathing still slowing, their skin still moist after their lovemaking. A light sea breeze from the open balcony window danced over his nakedness as gently as her kisses upon him had, only minutes before. Slightly propped up on the rumpled pillows, his right arm encircled her shoulders as she lay on her back; his right hand caressing her breast as lightly as a whisper. Looking down at the top of her head and he could still make out her facial expression. “Why are you smiling?” he asked softly. “Because I feel happy … because I feel like a woman.” Her words brought him a sense of joy, mentally and physically. To his surprise, it caused his cock to swell involuntarily and move against the side of her hand that had been resting on his thigh. “What’s this?” she asked, turning her head towards the object of her question. “Happiness” he smiled down at her. Her fingers slid easily and lazily over his shaft, still damp and slick from their making love. Her attentions caused him to draw in a breath, and his hand to seek the nipple of the breast he was caressing. She slipped her hand down to his balls and cosseted and kneaded them lovingly. “Aren’t bodies amazing?” she asked him. “The skin here is the same as the skin of my nipples.” He brought his left hand down to join hers and touched himself. “You’re right; they are the same” he offered lazily. “Our bodies are particularly amazing; especially when they’re together.” As their hands mutually explored his growing tumescence he played with her nipple, now warm and erect. “You have lovely skin; every part of you, inside and out is a joy to feel; so says the ‘serious sensualist.’” “I’m afraid all of our skin will be gone by the end of the holiday” she ventured. “I can’t stop myself from touching you. Tell me if I’m doing it too much.” “How could I have too much of your touch?” he questioned, continuing to savor the sensations caused by her loving hand. After some minutes he rolled towards her and moved on top and astride her, his hardness now pressed between them. Pausing momentarily to cup her breasts, he brought his hands upwards until they held each side of her face. She looked more satisfied and peaceful than he had ever seen her before. Her face glowed with a vitality and serenity that only love-making can bring. “Look at me” he whispered. “Listen to me carefully and remember what I’m saying. You are a beautiful woman; worthy of great love and respect. Believe no one who would tell you differently. Flee from any one who would even think to raise his hand or his voice to you” he continued in earnest. “Never forget this, you must promise me. You deserve the very best in life and it’s not too late to have it.” “I don’t know …” she began, her voice shaking with emotion. “Yes; you do know. You know it’s true, and you must begin to live this truth, everyday” he insisted seriously. Before she could protest he moved his body upwards and kissed her mouth lightly. Then he kissed the tears that had begun to fall on each side of her face. “Remember …” Shifting his body to her left so that he hovered just above her, he moved his lips to her neck and kissed the smooth silkiness just below her ear. His right hand trailed down her torso to her inner thigh and sought the hot moistness of her sex. Gently, he opened her and moved his fingers inside. She responded to his touch and raised her hips up allowing him to find her core, velvety and wet. His tongue and lips explored the landscape of her neck while his fingers began to move surely, slowly and rhythmically below. Her breathing began to quicken, changing with the pace of his fingers until he felt he could no longer keep up with her. As her body suddenly stiffened, her thighs tightened around his hand, and her breathing turned to small gasps, he moved his lips to her ear and whispered again, “Remember … remember ….”
