Chapter 52

Never will I have my fill of you, my Stella.

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Later that night, Mac carried his lovely wife downstairs. Taking her into their living room, covered only in a thin sheet, she seen a beautiful tent made of vails, and mounds of arabian pillows all over the floor. coming out of the kitchen were two Chef's, with plates of foods and fruits. Placing them in the center of the floor they bowed to Stella, as Mac walked them to the door. Passing them some major bucks, they left.

"I'll be right back love, there is a gown of vails for you, put it on please." with that said, Mac left the room. Coming back a few minutes later, Stella seen her husband dressed in an arabian outfit, and God did she forget how to breath. He was gorgeous, especially with the lovely sword sticking out at the side of waist.

Walking to her side he pulled her up, and admired her in her chauri. He was glad he had chosen the green and white scarves all tied together with beads, that flowed down to her ankles, leaving her looking so delicate and pure. As Stella watched the effect she had on him, she could see the lust flaming in his eyes as they turned almost black.

"So beautiful Stella. Always my soul burns with the need to take you into our world, of erotic desires."

"Shall I dance for you?" she whispered.

Sitting Mac on the pillows, Stella swayed her hips and fed Mac's desire with her erotic dance. Taking the one of the scarves, Stella traced it down his face as her hips and belly contiued to seduce him into endless need and want. Both falling into the sensual wicked game they were playing. Carefully pulling her down on him, he turned her till she was laying with her head rested on his muscled arm.

"Forever you tease me, stella." he said as he reached for the oils, and poured them on her tummy. massaging her now, he worked his hand down her thigh, knee, calf, toes, and back up stopping on the inside of her folds, but not touching. "I could love you like this all night, I could lay here and bring your body to the edge, never allowing you release from my wicked desires."

Bringing his mouth to her breast, he fastened his warm lips onto her nipple and suckled with sweetness, as she went wild in his arms, moaning, sighing, crying as the flame burned through her every nerve he was lighting on fire. Mac knew she was lost in the lusty caresses he was feeding her, feeling her near orgasm, he stopped. Releasing her breast as she felt the cold breeze perk across the wetness, he had left behind.

"Please Mac, bring me over," she begged with tears as her orgasm flamed to be released.

"Soon love, very soon I will give your body what it needs. For now I shall bring you endlessly to the edge, but never over."

Taking one of the scarves, Mac erotically slid it across her flesh, watching as her shudders exploded with her cries. Tracing it along her thighs, he opened her legs and slid the cloth between her folds, bringing her once again to the edge, but not over. Bringing her hand down, Stella tried to caress her husbands swollen shaft, but as her hand neared him, he placed it back up behind her.

Continuing his quest across the scarves, he removed them one by one, revealing her beautiful sunkissed skin.

"Stella... your beauty defies every desire known to man. Your silken skin infames my soul, constricts my heart to the point of fighting for breath. At times your soft cries leave me with an undying pleasure to bring you into passionate storms and sensual whispers, as you give me your body to love."

Stella felt her tears build. Her husbands words were inflaming her own heart in undenied love and passion that belonged only to them. Feeling his tongue twirl and dance within her belly button, while his fingers slid up and across her folds, bucking to meet each new touch, as he held her still with his powerful arms.

Then she felt it, felt the release of her orgasm that ruptured from within her. Feeling the shudders and tremors take her beyond any amount of enchanted pleasure she could have imagined. Before her body had a chance to calm, before her heart had a chance to collect its beats, she felt his tongue burn her core in fiery desire. Twising, turning, entwining herself within in the scarves, as she cried his name in endless rapture.

Sliding himself upon her now, he sensually slid deep into her warmth, feeling her slick walls stretch to accomodate his size, looking into her tear stained eyes, he kissed each one before lapping at her lips, tracing his tongue across to her ear, plunging and rocking within her as he whispered...

"This is how you were meant to be loved...this is how your soul was meant to be taken... This is how our passionate storm will always be giving to you... given to you... along with seering strokes of heated flames I fill your every nerve... leaving you breathless in my love that is yours and yours alone... Love that is taken to sensual levels and passionate desires... meshing our hearts forver in heavens eyes."

Stella's cries of her husbands words soaked them both like the tears from an angels eyes, crying to them from the heavens. Blessing them in their world they had created for only their love, their desires, their dreams of fullfilment that belonged to only them. Pouring his seed into his wife's beautiful honeyed womb, he passionately kissed her anew once more...

"Never will I have my fill of you, my Stella."

End.

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