Rose Petals

A slight breeze stirred the branches of distant trees as Caroline walked the garden path, head down in contemplation. It had been a long time since the party where she met Eric, a long time since she walked through this garden laughing and flirting. Even now, she felt something stir inside to think of that moment that had come and gone so quickly. It was an instant of magic so sudden she hadn't had time to think about what she was doing. Time had become meaningless, and all that mattered was the heat of that moment. He swept her away, and she wanted nothing more than to drift in that current all night.

They arrived at a gazebo covered in climbing roses that sat on the bank of a tiny stream. Here they lingered to talk while she tossed rose petals into the passing water. A smile came to her lips to remember how he looked at her and the tension that was evident in his eyes. A moment was building, and she was sure they both felt it. Alone in the garden, a storm was brewing, and soon the waters would begin to pour. She felt such a desire to have Eric that restraint had long since been abandoned. She was alive with need and ready to feed that desperate hunger.

There was a distant rumble of thunder as she sighed and looked to the sky. All that energy had gone to waste in the blink of an eye. Just as suddenly as the moment had come, he received an urgent phone call, and he had to leave. Whatever was said upset him, and he hurried off with an apology for leaving her this way. She never did get his number or anything besides his first name.

She began to wonder what they had talked about for the few hours they spent together. It all seemed a blur, with only snippets of conversation coming to mind. She was sure he had talked about himself but couldn't recall what was said. Had she been so lost in her need that words were meaningless? All she could remember for certain was the irresistible desire to make love to him.

That night was only a memory now, one that played in her mind often. She felt ashamed of how often she dreamed of what might have been. She did her best to push the thoughts from her mind, but somehow they always remained. Lost in the back of her subconsciousness, they hid and waited until her guard was down. She would be busy with her day that night far from her mind, only to wake up and realize she had been dwelling on it for hours. She would be back in that gazebo, staring into his eyes, wondering what might have been.

That was months ago, and this was the first time she had been able to return to the estate. Now she walked the same path they had that night and allowed her mind to wander freely. She traced their path through the garden, leaving the house well behind as she approached the hedge wall. Here, the relative flat of the lawn gave way to the flower gardens beyond. Even now, she could smell the faint traces of roses, sweet and subtle, drifting on the breeze. She arrived at the endless wall of green that towered overhead. A single iron gate penetrated its surface like the door of some druidic castle wall.

The gate groaned as she pushed it open and passed through the green archway into the world beyond. Here the breeze was slightly stronger, blowing unhindered by the wall that protected the yard. It flowed across her skin in gentle caresses as it swept across a vast expanse of colorful gardens. The ridged forms of squares and rectangles were abandoned in favor of winding paths through blankets of flowers. They grew in great beds laid out in colorful patterns that swayed and danced in the breeze.

The inner yard had straight lines made of brick to walk through the lawns. Here the path was made of natural stone with moss filling the gaps. It wound its way through the beds, twisting around gentle hills and the occasional copse of trees. Everything in the flower garden seemed soft and gentle full of curves and slopes. It would take her several minutes to wind her way around the hills of color until finally descending a gentle slope as the garden approached a stream. It was here, on the far edge of the gardens, that the gazebo could be found. It was a secluded space, hidden beyond the lawn, the hedge wall, and the ocean of flowers. It was an island of isolation tucked away where only the most intrepid of explorers would find. It was built directly on the shores of a shallow stream so that one side hung over the water. With a sigh of longing, she looked ahead, eager to see the hidden structure. It was the place her mind liked to visit when she lost control, and it began to wander.

She took a deep inhale and smiled a the sweet scent of roses mixed with a hint of water. It was the unmistakable scent of distant rain, hinting at a storm in the distance. It was just like that night as she walked in the garden with him, the storm echoing her desire as they both grew in intensity.

Statuary abounded, hidden in the beds of flowers awaiting discovery by those who dared to wander the twisting paths. Large stone planters shaped like urns dotted the landscape as well. These were planted with flowers that cascaded down their sides in ropes of green. They invited those who passed by to reach out and touch the silky petals of their delicate flowers.

Around a small cluster of flowering trees, the trail began to descend the slope revealing the destination of her long journey. She could just see it, the rose-drenched building where he left her standing alone with a consuming fire burning inside.

Even now, she wondered about that intoxicating night. He seemed to flood her senses with his presence overwhelming that which was herself. In a moment, all her reservations fell away, leaving a need to surrender. She wanted to offer up all that she was to him as a gift of feminine power.

What had come over her, that broke through all the barriers and bore down on her soul? All he had done was smile, share a drink, and offer some polite conversation. Maybe it was the fact that he smiled every time he looked at her. Maybe it was because his body language radiated strength and confidence, yet his manner was gentle and polite. Maybe, he was simply the first man she had ever met worthy of the gift.

Finally, the gazebo was in full view, its latticework completely overgrown with climbing roses. There were four distinct panels, and each was grown with a different color, from vibrant yellow to deep brooding red. They blanketed the structure so that it was just another bed of flowers lost to the garden. Her heart began to beat faster as her memories replayed this moment from before. Here had been the perfect place to share her gift, an isolated oasis of scent and color.

Stepping closer, her eyes began to search for something that tickled at the back of her mind. Something was out of place, and as she neared the steps, it was readily apparent. The steps were completely covered in red and pink rose petals so that the wood beneath was nearly completely hidden. Inside, a circular futon had been placed in the center and drenched deeply in rose petals that spilled over the sides like drifting snow. So thick were the waves of petals that she could not see the futon's actual color.

She paused in the doorway, drinking deeply of the lovely scent as she tried to make sense of it. This hadn't been here that magical night, but she wished it had. She began to dream about what might have happened on this bed of petals as it became the sight of their passion. She waded ankle-deep into the carpet of silk, hungry to sit on the bed and imagine what it might have been like.

“I hope you are pleased,” a familiar voice called, drawing her out of the dream. She whirled around to see the tall form standing in the doorway behind her, that alluring smile on his face.

“Eric?” she breathed in a whisper that barely escaped her trembling lips.

There he was, the terrible desire of her dreams as if that night had never ended. He folded his arms and leaned against the post, his eyes alighting on her as he smiled slightly wider. She felt her knees going weak as they melted under that gaze. The fire lit so long ago, suddenly roaring back to life and demanding she make the offering she had intended. She had to clear her throat to strengthen her voice but found it impossible to speak as he stepped into the gazebo and began to approach.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he said as he drew nearer, his power growing with every step. “I have never felt so attracted to a woman before. I can’t help but feel we didn’t finish what we started.”

Her skin exploded into goosebumps as he reached out and cradled her hand in his. His thumb traced a gentle circle over her skin, and the fire inside flared to new heights.

“I needed to see you again, and I wanted to make sure when I did that it was a moment we both would never forget,” he said as he arrived directly before her and looked down into her eyes.

She trembled at his touch as her mind struggled to grasp if this was real or fantasy. After all the long hours fantasizing about him, had she slipped into her dream and become lost? Could he really be here? Was it possible that the dream was about to come true?

Those thoughts exploded into a thousand tiny fragments as a kiss brushed her lips. Her eyes closed of their own volition as her body went limp under his touch. A moment later, she moaned and began to return the kiss with a desperate intensity; the fire could be contained no longer. When he pulled away, she wanted to faint, but his arms now held her up as he whispered in her ear.

“I did this for you. I hoped it would show how you made me feel that night and show just how much I wanted to love you.”

Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, dancing from dream to dream in a moment of magic she never thought possible. He was here, the man she so profoundly hungered for and more so he had come in all the power of his magic. He built a bed of roses in the secluded island where their passion had been interrupted, and now he wanted to feed that passion. She glanced to the bed and gasped to think of what he meant to do to her and then blushed to realize how badly she hoped he would.

Firm hands rolled up her arms and crested her shoulders. His eyes looked deep into her own as that smile graced his face and melted her resolve. She couldn't speak beyond wetting her lips and trembled in his grasp. Were it not for his firm hands, she was sure she would fall over, as the magic of this moment stirred to even greater heights.

“Shhh,” he said, putting a finger to her lips. “Just answer me one question.” His eyes focused more intently on hers as if he was looking through her and into her soul. What he was about to say was important, and he wanted to make sure he saw every aspect of her answer. Slowly he leaned in until she could feel his breath tickle her ear. When he spoke, it tore deep into her being, the words fusing with her power.

“May I make love to you in the bed of roses I have prepared for us?”

She trembled as a slight gasp escaped her lips. Did he just ask for permission to make love to her? Her mind couldn't register the concept as she struggled to think of how to answer. Why would he ask for permission? Wasn't it just supposed to happen? A thousand thoughts passed in the blink of an eye, and yet she had made her decision months ago. She knew what she wanted but couldn't believe she was about to get it. With closed eyes, she tipped her head, unable to hold his gaze. She felt her heart racing as her cheeks flushed red as the roses that made up her bed.

She said yes as her hands tensed in nervousness. Somehow giving him permission felt like a greater surrender than simply offering her gift. Now he was free to lay her on his alter and take her love as a sacrifice.

She was barely aware that his hands were moving, slipping around her waist and up her back. With a firm grasp, he pulled her to his chest, wrapping her in a warm embrace. Distant thunder rolled as his lips came to hers and hunted gently for her acceptance. She could not resist and eagerly returned his kiss with passion, cradling his face between her hands. The flame could not be extinguished now, nor would she want to. This dream she had walked in for so long would be completed tonight, or she would never feel fulfilled again. Her arms rolled over his as her hands clutched at his back, seeking some firmer way to pull him in. The kiss went on, a symbol of the hungry passion that was soon to follow.

Strong hands began to explore the trembling curves of her back. She was gently caressed from the nape of her neck to the bottom of her rear. Her soft, tender skin was pressed against the unyielding muscular strength of his chest. She could smell his musk, woody and sweet, filling her senses as she continued the kiss that wouldn't end.

A tug at her waist was the first indication that more was wanted, his hunger for her growing to match her own need. He clutched at her simple black dress with one hand and pulled up, exposing her thighs. Slowly the material went higher until her panties were kissed by the cool breeze that swept the rose garden. His other hand slipped low, finding the exposed skin just above the lace that guarded her private garden. A fresh wave of sparks tingled across her skin as it slipped under her defenses and began to squeeze at her butt. The sensation was maddening, and without thinking, she stood on her toes, desperate to give him a better grasp.

The kiss that had gone on for so long finally ended as he pulled away only to descend on her neck. She never opened her eyes as that soft pressure began to work its way down. Slowly she relented, tilting her head to the side to expose as much as she could to those tender kisses. His lips consumed her as he drew out the moment and made it all the more intense.

She hadn't noticed that his hand was gone from her rear until she felt it join the other at her waist. Together they gathered up the material of her dress and began to lift higher. Slowly the fabric slid across her skin until she had to lift her arms. He ceased kissing and stepped briefly away as the dress slid over her shoulders. In a moment, it was over her arms, and she finally opened her eyes to see him hang her dress from a hook on the wall. Slowly he turned back as she trembled under his gaze. Her body was naked except for the two areas protected by black lace. She began to blush as his eyes shifted down, studying every curve and detail of her body.

His hand came to her shoulders as he bent low to resume the kiss. She tasted him again and closed her eyes once more as his hands moved to her chest. Through the lace of her bra, he cupped at her breasts, causing a renewed wave of fire and trembling. She felt every caress as his hands gently worked on her tender skin, teasing her flesh until she wanted to scream. A tension crawled down her back, a hunger born of need and desire. His touch was only making the fire grow until it became all-consuming in its intensity. How many times had she imagined this moment? In all those dreams, had it ever been this intense? She couldn't bear the moment any longer; she needed to feed the fire before it raged out of control.

Her hand hunted for the hem of his shirt, anxious to feel him with nothing in between. Then, finding her goal, she began to pull, dragging the material up and out of the way. He had to release her breasts, but only for the moment it took her to remove the barrier between them. Once free of the garment, she quickly discarded it as his hand returned to her chest.

His lips returned to her neck as he bent lower, his hands pulling her chest together. She could feel him tugging at the clasp that held the cups together as he sought to free her from their embrace. With a gasp, she felt it come undone, and her bra split to hand loosely about her arms. Her breasts were now exposed to the cool breeze of the distant storm but were quickly swept away by hands returning to their hungry work. She moaned softly as she dropped one arm and then the other and worked the bra away. It fell at her feet to land softly in the carpet of rose petals as shocks of pleasure rolled down her stomach.

She was swimming in passion, lost in an ocean of sensation. Nothing mattered more than making love to this man. Nothing was more important than her need to have him. The thunder rolled again, only this time it was closer, the rumble strong enough to be felt. It was an echo of her hunger, calling out to be fed, pleading for what still lay ahead.

His hands slid away and began to slowly spread across her stomach as his lips followed, tracing down her neck. She tingled as the kisses rolled over her shoulder and down her chest. In what seemed like a heartbeat, they descended on her breasts, still sensitive from his hands. The sensation was electrifying as her stomach clenched in response to his touch. She wanted to melt as his tongue teased her tender nipples and brought new waves of desire to her heart.

His hands reached low, sliding over the black lace that was the final barrier. A hand slid between her legs, pressing her panties down with a gentle rub. She sighed with a musical tone as her body squirmed under his touch. Her legs parted to surrender every inch of her flesh to be explored and teased as his other hand slid under her panties, grabbing at her rear firmly.

She moaned as her arms wrapped around his head, gathering him to her breast as his fingers found the center of her being. They teased her through the fabric of her panties, rubbing gently at the tip of her flower. She hadn't realized her breathing was becoming rapid as he toyed with her body. She nearly cried out when he suddenly moved and to the side, and a moment later, he was beneath the fabric. She felt fingers slide into the petals of her rose, entering the secret place of her love.

The shock was replaced by an earnest desire to be explored. Her hips rocked, unable to sit still as his fingers searched deep into her body, sending waves of pleasure rolling up her spine. They were met by the torrent of sensation rushing from her breasts as his lips continued to tease. They collided in an explosion of sensation and pleasure that shook her body to the core.

Her body swayed in rhythm to every moaning breath as he continued to rub. She was lost in a storm of passion as her thoughts came and went like flashes of lightning. None of the dreams had ever been this intense. None of them came close to the feeling of pure desire running through her veins.

As she swooned in the magic of the moment, her world began to move. She was only vaguely aware that he had stopped and was now cradling her in his arms. She opened her eyes once more to see him staring down at her. She was sure the expression on her face said everything he needed to know as it pleaded with him to take her. She felt no shame, only desire as she closed her eyes once more, trusting him with her soul.

He carried her to the center of the gazebo and laid her on the altar of passion to be his sacrifice. She sank into the bed of rose petals, their silky kiss spilling over her body like water. She could smell the intoxicating sweet scent mixing with the hint of water coming from the storm that rumbled in the distance. She hardly noticed as her world was consumed by the moment; the only storm she was aware of was the one brewing in her heart.

She opened her eyes once more to see him standing, silhouetted against one of the open archways. The gray skies rolled as he smiled with a look of pure compassion. She could tell this wasn't about the sex. It was a desire to reach something deeper, a quest to explore the depths of her passion and discover the secret of her soul. Whatever she felt, it was clear he felt it as well, as his eyes told her everything. This moment was meant to be slow, passionate, and magical. He was going to pour all his energy and strength into her while drinking deep of her love.

He stepped closer, leaning over the bed as his hands came to her ankle. She clutched fists full of rose petals as those hands began to caress a leg, lifting it gently. He gently removed her shoe before kissing the top of her foot. He then lifted the other leg and removed the shoe before rubbing the sole of her foot firmly. He worked at her feet until she felt like they were clay in his powerful hands.

In the distance, the thunder rolled, and a cool breeze danced across her body, blowing rose petals across her face and chest. She was bathed in them as they danced in the breeze, tumbling across her skin like silky kisses.

His hands crawled up a leg, followed closely by his lips offering more kisses. Slowly they climbed, reaching around her thighs as she writhed in excitement. With a trembling voice, she felt him take hold of the lace at her waist, then felt the tug as they pulled away. More petals were crushed in her fists as the silky barrier slid away from her hips. She was acutely aware of every inch of its passage as her lover slowly and methodically removed her last vestige of modesty.

She didn’t dare open her eyes as the panties slid off her feet. She focused on her breathing and the sound of the wind as it began to rustle the roses climbing the gazebo walls. It was a moment of intense magic that would only be ruined by words. Even sight wasn't necessary. In this place, everything was meant to be felt, and her skin was alive with awareness.

His hands returned to her hips and took firm hold. He pulled her to him, and she slid along the rose petals like she was gliding on silk. He stopped when her waist reached the edge, her legs hanging over the sides. Slowly his hands glided up the inside of her legs, pulling them apart to open her gates. Her breathing quickened as she spread, exposing the intimate source of her body. A gentle kiss brushed the inside of one thigh then the other, slowly working their way up. She tensed as they drifted dangerously close to the flower at the center. She felt those hungry lips taste the skin just outside before his tongue teased a the very edge.

A moan escaped her mouth as he traced a path all the way around, teasing her with his tongue. She gasped at the energy that seemed to twist and knot inside her. He was so close to her very core that it sent her skin alight with prickling shock waves. Her anxiety ran wild as she felt his breath on her skin, but he wasn't there yet; wasn't where she needed him to be. A low growling moan passed her lips, and she kicked a foot, scattering a pile of petals. The storm outside echoed her need with a deep rumble as the wind blew even more petals over her body. At the very pinnacle of her tension, his lips finally came to her body in a flood of ecstasy.

Her back arched with a deep gasp as his tongue passed between the petals of her sacred flower and tasted her nectar. He tasted every inch of her flesh, spending long moments teasing the very point where her body met her soul. Then, he would give her a moment's respite, nibbling and licking elsewhere but always returning to gently lick and kiss the gem a the center of the flower. He traced circles around it before pressing it firmly and closing his lips around it in a kiss.

Her moans turned into soft cries as the pleasure built. She felt it growing in her stomach, becoming more powerful than the distant storm. Her skin was alive as he continued to torment her, causing her to writhe on the altar of passion. Her senses were awash in the passion, and she could feel the countless gentle kisses of rose petals against her skin. The cool breeze caressed her breasts, teasing her nipples as she twisted in lust. His hands traced the inside of her thighs and across a trembling stomach, sweeping away rose petals that were quickly replaced by the breeze.

She flexed her shoulders as the tension built, crawling up her spine in an unstoppable march. He licked at her passionately and full of hunger, driving her wild beyond her limits. The power of it never subsided or had a moment to abate. Instead, it grew like a tempest raging in her stomach and twisting down the very source where he touched her. At first, she fought against it, not wanting this moment to end, but her efforts proved futile.

Her body shook as her voice quivered out in a staggered cry. Her stomach moved of its own accord as waves of tension broke loose. Her tiny cries became a chorus of loud gasps, and the energy could be contained no more. Her hands exploded from the petals and desperately tried to pry him away as her body could take no more. The effort was too little too late as her orgasm flooded her body and rendered her too weak to protest. He caught her hands and pulled them aside while refusing to relent with his kissing. He became more aggressive, hungrily tormenting her flesh and refusing to allow the sensation to die. The orgasm made her body more sensitive, and his renewed efforts made it drag mercilessly on.

Her voice broke free in pleading gasps with each shocking pulse. Still, he held her hands firmly while feasting on her body. Time seemed to slow to an impossibly long moment where all she knew was the pleasure of his tongue. Reflexively she struggled, but there was no ground to be gained as she slid on the silken bed.

Just as she was nearly lost to the storm, he pulled away and left her panting on the alter. Somewhere there was a rumble, the distant storm reminding her that there was a world outside her body. She was alive with energy and exhausted from holding on to it for so long. Her arms fell limply about her head, sinking into the silken carpet.

She felt the bed move and strong hands curled about her waist. He knelt beside her and pulled up so that she was completely nestled into the bed. She felt him settle in beside her and rolled to face him. She folded her arms between them, desperate to buy time to catch her breath before he took anything more. His hand came to the side of her face and stroked her head, brushing the petals from her hair.

Her body was still alive with energy that was only slowly dissipating. She hadn't dared open her eyes since the kissing began, unwilling to spoil the moment. Instead, she focused on slowing her breathing and her heart as they both raced in excitement. A handful of rose petals came to her hip and began to caress her skin as they traced the side of her body. She could feel them gliding like silk against her skin and coating her with their fragrance.

Caroline realized that she needed to get control of herself. She wanted to make love to him every bit as much as he wanted her, and thus far, it had been very one-sided. She planted her hands on his chest and pushed him over. As he lay back, she struggled to get to her knees and shook out her hair, sending a hail of rose petals to his chest. She swept them aside with a hand as she bent over to kiss his lips. A firm hand wrapped around the back of her head and forced her into a deep, prolonged embrace. She didn't even attempt to resist and allowed him to kiss her for as long as he wished.

Surprisingly he held her only briefly, allowing her to break the kiss with a pant. With great effort, she took a moment to regain her composure as she hungered for more. There was only one thing she wanted, and her left hand came to his chest to search it out. Slowly it wandered down, feeling the firmness of his flesh as it sought out the prize. She teased him by dragging her fingertips ever so lightly across her stomach as she twisted to reach lower.

She kept her eyes closed as her body moved closer, her hand reaching deeper in its quest. Hunger and passion drove her on, urging her to embrace all those dreams and live out every moment. She wanted to return some of the energy he had given her and smiled as her hand found what it was seeking, wrapping firmly around it.

She wasn't aware when he had removed his pants, but she didn't care. What she wanted was in her grasp, and she began to stroke it as her body leaned over, her nipples tracing along his stomach. Her moist lips parted as she leaned low and guided her prize into her mouth, tasting his flesh for the first time.

Her breasts rested on his stomach as she took him in, slowly working her way down. She rolled her tongue over the top and along the sides, feeling every curve and bump. She learned the shape and size by tongue alone, keeping to her desire to feel everything.

With a free hand, she reached between his legs and took his tender parts into a gentle grasp. He shifted at her touch, causing her to pause in her efforts to smile. With her other hand, she worked the base of his manhood, stroking him gently up and down.

She worked at him feverishly, eager to repay him the storm he had caused her. With every descent, she tried to take him just a little further, and with every withdrawal, she lavished him with her tongue. She sucked gently and squeezed at the base as her lips came over the tip and met in a kiss. Then she resumed stroking as they parted again on their slow and sensual trip down. She poured all her effort into what she was doing, pleasuring him with every ounce of her being.

One of his hands discovered her exposed rear and slid between her thighs. She felt him reaching for her center and fumbling a the edge. Instinctively she pulled her right leg up to open her thighs and grant him access. In the same motion, she twisted her rear over his chest, bringing the prize he sought tantalizingly close.

She broke her rhythm for only a moment as his fingers slid into her body once more. They worked at her bud for a moment, then sought the entrance to her deeper being. Finally, they found the way and slid in her body, probing deeply for her treasure. The sensation made her tremble, and she couldn't help but rock her hips to drive him deeper.

Having lost her momentum, she refocused on the task, trying to ignore the torment of her own body. Her lips resumed their gentle work, tasting every inch of him as her hand began to work. She felt him tense and shift as the sensation built and knew it was just a matter of time. She had to fight a smile as her plan unfolded, teasing him and bringing him to the brink but refusing to let him finish.

Determined to make him feel like she did, she sucked more firmly as her stroke increased. Her other hand-rolled his tender parts, fondling them with great care. Try as she might, her task was becoming harder as her own body began to demand her attention. His probing fingers returned to her flower and began to roll the bud between his fingertips gently. The direct sensation came in spiraling cascades that rolled across her body, threatening to break her efforts.

She focused on her task with burning passion and was rewarded when he twisted under her care. He could no longer sit still under her assault, and she was determined to beat him to the finish. Just as she thought the battle was won, he hooked her leg and pulled it over his chest. She gasped as he pulled her body over himself, centering her flower over his waiting lips.

She whined with a long, drawn-out moan as his mouth once again returned to torment her. She was determined to return the energy and pleasure he had given her but was rapidly losing focus. Her heart raced as she tried to concentrate on what she was doing, but it was nearly impossible. In this position, not only was his tongue pressed to her body but it was assisted by his fingers reaching deep into her flesh. The combination was overwhelming, and despite her desires, she had to pull away to gasp in short pants.

All she could manage was to work her hand, stroking him firmly as he made her body come alive with sensation again. It grew faster this time as if her body were eager to relive the orgasm from earlier. She melted in his grasp, unable to focus on anything but the ball of tension building in her stomach.

He never let up, his mouth tormenting her and focusing on the tender bud as his fingers rocked in and out. He kept up his single-minded assault so mercilessly that she had to fight the urge to struggle out of his grasp. Once again, she found herself squeezing handfuls of rose petals as the sensation built to bursting.

She bore down on his face as her body surrendered, and the orgasm came more powerfully than before. She cried for joy while forcing him to consume what he created, refusing to let him get away. She rose to her hand and knees with back arched in a primal moan as he fought to keep his lips on her love and his fingers deep inside. The combined touch sent waves of energy spasming across her body. She felt alive and wet as he used his free arm to hook her legs so she couldn't pull away. He held her there, forcing her to endure what seemed like an eternity of climax that he wouldn't allow to abate.

She began to pound a fist into the petals, sweat beading on her skin. Her feet curled as leg muscles went tight in desperate need to end the tension. He refused to let her down from the orgasm, teasing her tender flesh and dragging it out. She felt every lick like a rain of sparks on her skin, and her clenching muscles only tightened around his fingers, increasing the sensation.

Unable to bear it, she threw her head back as her voice came out in a stammering wail. She thrashed to pull away and, to her surprise, came free to fall into the petals. Moaning, she curled into a ball as her body quaked in the aftershocks of passion.

The cool breeze was a welcome relief across her steaming skin. She lay panting, unwilling to think of anything but the catching of her breath. Somewhere her lover was moving, and the bed rocked gently as he got into position. She didn't even wonder what he was doing or listen for his voice. She could hardly hear anything but the beating of her own heart as the storm inside subsided. All that mattered was the calm after the storm. But was the storm over, or was this the eye of the hurricane?

With legs pulled in tight and arms wrapped around her knees, she tried to find a moment of calm. Her breathing was shallow and rapid, and her skin was warm to the touch. Beads of sweat now acted l like glue, adhering the rose petals to her skin. To try and find her calm, she focused on the cool kiss of the stormy wind as it carried away the heat of her body.

All was calm as she lay there breathing, the storm rumbling in the distance. He allowed her time to recover and be at peace, but she knew he wasn't done. It seemed like an hour passed as her body cooled and the storm blew more petals in her hair. Finally, she felt a hand on her side, and the bed shifted behind her. A mound of rose petals was trapped as his chest slid to her back, and a strong arm came around her waist. She was pulled to him, the petals crushed between them as he pressed along every inch of her back. Along her thigh, she felt something else, something she deeply desired.

Lost to the passion, she did the only thing that made sense and lifted her leg. Petals fell between her thighs, as did the tool of his love. It slid between her legs as she began to breathe deeply in preparation for what was to come. She felt his hand gliding down her side and over her rear as he reached to help align himself. This was one of the moments of her dream she visited often, but in her dreams, she was the one to guide him in. Quickly she reached down and took hold of him as she shifted her waist. She pulled herself up a little before guiding him into place. The tip slid between her sensitive folds and slid over the excited bud at the center. Finally, it found the space waiting for him to fill. She braced him with her fingertips as she settled back down, wrapping her body around him and taking him in.

For a moment, the calm was back, but now two bodies joined as one lay motionless in the cool breeze. She tried to calm her breathing while feeling him inside. No longer did she have to wonder what this moment might have been like, now she would find out firsthand. Slowly he shifted to gain a better angle and rocked his hips to test his hold. She gasped to feel him move inside, her eyes remaining firmly shut so the dream could be realized. His hand wrapped around her arm, holding her firmly as he began his work. Slowly he began to test her body, working his hips to drive himself deeper with every thrust.

She let out a long, drawn-out moan, turning her face into the petals to drown it out. Her body wasn't fully recovered from the previous orgasm, and the hungry fire within screamed for more. Her skin was alive with sensation as she rocked on a carpet of silken petals, feeling every touch as if magnified. It was all she could do to not scream in ecstasy as his gentle thrusts overwhelmed her senses.

Her body offered no resistance, eagerly accepting him into the deepest recesses of her being. She rocked with every thrust as they made love. Laid bare as a sacrifice on the alter of passion he had built. She surrendered completely, burying her face in the petals to moan in short gasps. He worked at her gently, not rushing or pushing too firmly. It was a relaxed rhythm meant to deliver deep, long strokes that caused her body to quiver in excitement.

The dream was realized only it had never been so wonderful. Her body was his, and together they were locked in a passion that had only one ending. Only slowly did she become aware that his breathing was more labored, his body hot from his efforts. She rocked and slid on her blankets of rose petals as this man accepted her gift with true gratitude.

Somewhere in the heat of the moment, he pulled away and moved behind her. His hands pulled at her waist, hoisting her to her knees before coming to kneel between her legs. She buried her face into the rose petals as he hoisted her waist higher and leaned into her. She felt him guide himself back in, then took firm hold of her waist. He began to pull her back gently as he thrust forward, driving his body to new depths inside her. She shook with every impact, his body filling her with each pass. She felt him inside like he was a part of her and wished he always would be. Her mind couldn't conceive anything but what she felt inside and the need to fulfill the dream. Struggling against the motion, she rose to her hands and began to work with him, guiding her body into his thrusts. It was a little faster now but still gentle as she took more urgency in their lovemaking.

A growl escaped her lips as her over-excited body relished what was happening. She dreamed of this moment, but now she found her thoughts becoming more aggressive. Her hunger was building, and he was responsible for it, driving her mad with two orgasms before even reaching this point. Now her desire and lust demanded action, and still, he was drawing it out, keeping a firm rhythm that slowly stoked the flames.

Her eyes came open, and she pulled away, crawling to the edge of the bed as rose petals spilled onto the floor. Getting to her feet, she turned to see the look of surprise on his face and smiled back. It was time for her to take charge and drive the dream forward, and she wasn't going to wait a second longer. She stalked around the bed, drawing closer as his eyes followed every move. She came to a halt before him, her body spotted with rose petals. Strong hands came to her hips as she brushed his hair to the side and stared deep into his eyes.

She knelt onto the bed, pressing her stomach to his face and offering up a new surface for him to kiss. Slowly she adjusted her position, lowering her body as she reached down and took up a handful of petals. She used the petals to cradle his body, stroking the petals over his skin as her body arrived. With a burning need, she lowered herself around him, sliding both flesh and rose petals into her body until she was sitting in his lap.

His eyes were full of desire as his hands wrapped began to explore her waist. She rocked her hips in a grinding motion, lifting slightly with her thighs. It provided just enough motion inside to cause her to sigh with delight. His hands came up her back as she cradled his face and bent down to kiss him. Their lips locked in another embrace as she rocked and shook in his lap, seeking to drive him deeper. His lips locked to hers as tongues reached hungrily for one another. She began to lift higher, eager to feel more movement inside and the passion that came with it. In the distance, the thunder rolled, and once again, she could feel it shaking the air with its power. On the alter of roses, she shook of her own accord as the cool breeze rolled over her back and scattered the silken petals. Her world was filled with the sensation of touch, heat, and the scent of flowers mixed with lovemaking.

She was in charge of the rhythm now, and her pace was needy and aggressive. He relented and offered no resistance as she took what she wanted in great earnest. A minute later, he pulled his lips away, his breathing fast and deep. She heard a slight moan as her efforts began to drive him to the edge and knew he couldn't hold on much longer. She was grateful to be free to moan herself and began to sing with every thrust, clutching his head to her chest to hold on.

The need began to grow stronger, diving her to lift higher so that each thrust was longer and ended with a firm shake. Every shocking impact fed the storm inside, turning the energy into a growing tempest that flashed with angry lightning. The air around her flashed with light, followed by a rumble that shook her body. She pulled at him more tightly, pressing him into her breasts as he began to moan more loudly. Their voices became a song on the wind as the dance they started spiraled to its inevitable climax.

His hands clutched at her back, fingers pressing into her skin. He needed to hold on just as badly as she did as the storm grew inside his body as well. She felt his legs go tight as muscles corded in the final moments of resistance, his body struggling to hold on. Knowing he was close made her own excitement soar to new heights. She trembled in anticipation as her pace never slowed, eager to have the reward of her efforts.

She began to grind hard, pressing her body hard to swallow him. She drove him in as deeply as she could, rising in quick hops only to drive him in again. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure pulsing through her body as the knot inside reached a critical mass. Her voice came out in a long continuous note, rising and falling with her motion. Inside, the sensation seemed to flash and go silent before suddenly breaking free like damn that had burst.

Her body went wild as her orgasm pulsed, but this time it was she who wouldn't let it stop. Her grinding thrusts never slowed even as she shook and twitched in the spasms of love. She thought she was going to faint as her world was consumed in sexual fire. Eric was the only thing holding her up, and she realized that he was now thrusting up into her. Her hands gripped her back tightly, and his legs felt like corded steel as his voice reached a sudden shuddering cry.

She came down to grind as he thrust upwards, their bodies as deeply connected as they could get them. He hugged her tightly, pressing himself in as his orgasm finally came, pulsing into her body with a hungry need. The sensation drove her madness to new heights, and she struggled to keep thrusting, desperate to drag out both their orgasms.

Another flash of lightning momentarily illuminated the garden as the two lovers reached the end. Eric fell away, landing into the rose petals, his chest heaving with every breath. He smiled weakly and reached up to trace her cheek with a fingertip, but it was clear he needed a moment to recover.

She lost the will to keep going and slowed her pace, falling forward to heave for breath herself. Her hair hung down to his chest as she leaned over him, panting their bodies still firmly connected. Warm hands full of petals wrapped around her waist and pulled her down, settling her to his chest. She was grateful for the chance to be still and closed her eyes once more. The dream was done, and it had been better than she ever imagined it. A drop of rain managed to slip through the layers of roses and leaves to splash on her back as the distant storm finally arrived. It was as a soothing kiss on her hot skin as another quickly joined it. Outside, the storm came, and rain fell in gentle curtains creating a soft drone that drowned out everything but her heart. Caroline was lost to anything beyond that bed or roses. In the secluded garden in the middle of a storm, she lay on the altar of passion. There in that quiet place, smelling of roses, she drifted to sleep in the arms of her lover.