Flight of Fantasy

Flight of Fantasy

She stands on top of a tall building in the middle of the city. It is a clear night and nothing feels better at this time than to felt the gentle night breeze blowing through her long dark tresses. She takes a sip of her Chardonnay and sighs, closing her eyes and letting her imagination run away with her…

Will he come? Will he even care?

Such fantasies have clouded her mind ever since she first laid eyes on him…the tanned muscular body, the clear blue of his eyes, and the warmth of his compassion. It just doesn’t seem like there is anything that you can’t like about this man, but it has gone much further than like for her…

She loves him…and dammit, he doesn’t know.

But how can he not know? He can’t see it in her adoring gaze, in the fact that she loses her train of thought every time he’s near? Or maybe he can see it as she secretly wishes that he would take her somewhere secluded where she can show him how much he has come to mean to her. A secret smile forms as her thoughts take her to a place where her emotions take over; her body turns into a over sensitive zone of burgeoning pleasure. Now she can feel his lips…noting how soft they are, his eyes darkening with the promise of monumental ecstasy. She stops to take another sip of her wine to calm down…she really can’t keep doing this to herself. All of this is a dream…

Until…

She doesn’t realize that she isn’t alone anymore…soft footsteps come up behind her and a gentle hand rests on her shoulder. Her breath catches as she closes her eyes…not quite sure if she can believe this. Intoxicating heat is felt against her cheek, causing her to shiver. Her breath catches again when she hears him whisper in her ear, “Let’s go flying…”

She nods slowly, her heart growing wings as she is lifted off of her balcony and into the sky. She has to reason to fear…she trusts him implicitly. They soar above the clouds…the lights from the city below blurring in her vision. Never has she felt so free…never did she feel so…loved.
Higher and higher they go, the clouds swirling past them…and stil she doesn’t fear. The stars are twinkling and the moon shines like the sun against the darkened sky as the pair drift on soft air currents. His lips move to her ear again, “Where would you like to go?”

There is no other answer… “Anywhere…as long as I’m with you.”

She can feel him smile and they soar even faster towards a hidden destination. She closes her eyes just to feel everything around her…to experience every sensation through all of her senses just as he must. The air whistles in her ears, the sounds around her are muffled, and the scents in the air are crisper…more distinct now. Soon, she feels cold, but not so much so that she is freezing. She opens her eyes to see a white landscape as far as the eye can see. Startled, she clings to his arm a little tighter and he pulls her closer. Off in the distance, she can see a tall structure made of ice…beautifully built and very inconspicuous to the naked eye.

They head straight for it.

She still can’t understand why she isn’t freezing…must be all the warmth he’s giving off. Her attention is pulled to the opening that they are entering…opening up into a large room surrounded in crystal and ice.

It is beautiful…

He sets them down on an outcropping not too far from a chamber of sorts. She stands there…waiting to see what he wants to do next, and she doesn’t have to wait long. He turns her to face him and she still is too nervous to look in his eyes…knowing all of her emotions are right there for him to see.

“Look at me…” he whispers and her eyes are drawn up to his. There, in those clear blues is something that she never thought she would see…love…

He loves me?

And slowly, his head lowers and his lips (and they are soft) gently caress hers. Her breath is gone…her arms are stiff as he wraps his strong arms around her and deepens the kiss. Giving in to the onslaught of feelings, she runs her hands over his strong chest and around his neck…pressing herself closer to him, needing to just meld into his body. A hungry groan escapes the both of them and he pulls away to look at her. Her face is flushed and her breathing has tripled over the past few minutes…the look of longing and desire apparent on her ravaged features. He places another soft kiss on her trembling lips as he bends to pick her up in his arms, walking into that secret chamber. The light is dim in here, but she can make out a large bed made of crystal. Her heart races as her wildest dreams suddenly appear to be coming true. His lips never leave hers as he places her gently into the middle of the bed. Her eyes close again as she would rather experience this with every sense she has. His hands move slowly down her body, caressing gently but exploring just the same. Her body twitches as he moves those same hands back up to caress her breasts through her blouse, making her arch against the pressure. Her mouth falls open; her head rears back…her hair billowing out over the pillows. Her caramel-colored skin is alive with pulsating nerve endings as his lips attach to her neck…kissing reverently along her collarbone and down the opening in her shirt. Nimble fingers come up to open the rest quickly…his lips following behind them as they expose her rapidly heated skin. She moans again, her legs squirm as he removes the blouse and starts to work on the clasp of the lacy bra, releasing turgid breasts to his heated gaze.

She is still nervous…hoping that what he sees pleases him, and is rewarded when his mouth closes around a throbbing nipple. A gasp of surprise escapes her…her hand grasps onto his head, her fingers threading through raven black locks. His hands move lower, unfastening her belt and pants…slowly pushing everything down her legs so that he can remove them with a yank. Now, totally naked under his eyes, she hesitantly looks at him and is surprised to see the naked hunger in his return stare. His lips form a wolfish smile as he slowly removes his clothing. Her body responds as his chiseled form is revealed to her…first his chest, smooth and muscular. Her lips tingle to taste him…
Next, his abdomen…a perfect six pack. Her fingers tingle now to touch him…
Finally, his lower extremities are revealed and she almost faints away. Powerful hips attached to muscular thighs form extremely well shaped legs…his manhood standing as proud as he is…tall, strong, powerful. Her mouth goes dry and she involuntarily grips the sheets. He quirks an eyebrow, wondering if she is okay and she smiles to give him the reassurance. He smiles broadly and covers her body with his, her body quaking wit the contact. Now those lips and fingers of her can have their fun…she places a heated kiss to the base of his neck and those eager hands run all over his back…nails dragging across his skin. Another groan escapes him as he takes her lips again…his tongue stroking her sensually. She moans, her arms pulling him closer…her legs wrapping around his waist to press herself into him. His lips leave hers, travelling slowly down her neck, to her shoulder, along her collarbone and finally down to her breasts. Her back arches as he takes her nipple again…his hand sliding down to touch her more intimately. His fingers slide across her patch and into her womanhood and she can’t help but yell out at his touch.

“Please…” she cries as his fingers begin to probe her woman’s center, alternating between tickling and stroking. Her hips have a mind of their own; undulating and grinding against him…like they are begging for more…

And in fact, she is…

The handsome man smirks as he feels her surrender, enjoying her uninhibited responses.
He decides to move his lips lower, but she stops him…pulling on his hair. He looks up at her, “Are you okay?”

Struggling for some sense of sanity, she stammers out, “I…am…unbelievable. But…” and she lifts him to her so that she can look into his eyes. “…you know who I am, but all I know is what everyone knows, and that isn’t your name.”
He drops a light kiss to her lips, “Kal-El…my name is Kal-El.”

“Kal-El…” she lets her eyes narrow as her voice grows husky, “Please, Kal-El…take me…”

“Gladly…”

And he kisses her deeply once more before deciding to end their torment. He gently opens her thighs and moves himself to settle in between them. His manhood jumps at the heat emanated from her core. “Now, my love…fly with me…”

His hardened shaft enters her slowly, causing her to arch yet again at the exquisite pressure. Her dark tresses spread over the white sheet…the caramel color of her skin blending in with the beautiful tan of his body. Her arms immediately grab his shoulders as she braces for his thrusts. They start slow…gentle and complete. She has never felt such gentle power before and revels in it. Her hips match his, taking in every movement and giving it back with as much sensuality as was given to her. He kisses her neck, burying his face there as he presses into her harder. She can feel the restraint he is exerting on himself and looks at him, “What’s wrong? Am I not enough for you?”

“Never that, I…I just don’t want to…”

“Let go, Kal-El…I trust you, let go!”

She smiles as the thrusts become harder, his hips pound into her center…bringing her closer to that brink of absolute ecstasy. Her nails scrape his back and he arches back with the pleasure-pain. Her mewling excites him and he plunges even deeper into her hot, wet core. She arches her body up to his, wrapping her legs around his waist…holding on for dear life.

“YES!” she screams as a white-hot light washes over her…her womanhood pulsing agonizingly tight around him, and he shudders at the feeling. Driving into her, holding her close…he races up that peak with her, moaning loudly…whispering her name in her ear. He releases and she screams out, “Kal-El!”

The warm flooding of her womb makes her shiver as she gently floats back down to Earth. She is a slight bit sore, but it was more than worth it. She kisses him longingly as he runs his fingers through her pitch black hair, keeping her close. He doesn’t leave her…he turns them to their sides where they can stare at each other.
“I love you, Kal-El…always did,” she whispers and he runs his tongue over her bottom lip.

“I love you…now rest.”

She snuggles in his warmth, feeling him still pulsing inside her. It is a most pleasant way to fall asleep…still connected, still a part of each other…

Her and her Superman…