Time, in the traditional sense, doesn't hold sway here. Lovers throughout the ages have secretly known that for them, time suspends its perceived urgency and importance. It speeds up and slows at their whim. Waxes and wanes. For others, it gives a harshness and finality that offers nothing in the way of compromise. For lovers, for lovers it is a playful third. Hinting at an eternity made possible by their union.

He pretended to sleep, but instead watched through slitted eyes his lover at her bath. She splashed water on her face at the sink, nude, bent at the waist, her long blonde hair spilling across her shoulders and catching the morning light from the small window in such a way that it reminded him of the sun sparkling off the surface of the bay. He drank her in knowing that his thirst for her could never be sated. Not in this life. Coveting with his eyes beauty in such a pure state that it made his heart ache. The "v" of her shoulders, the way her muscles ran like a river down the middle of her back. The small dimples above her ass offering up endless fascination. She was lean and lithe, feline in the endless grace of her demeanor. His eyes moved to her ass and the way she had one leg cocked up, her foot delicately arched so that her toes were the only part to make contact with the floor.

She dried her face and looked at her reflection in the mirror, at the same time running her hands through her long mane of hair. She twisted her body so that she could see her backside, and he caught a little smile of satisfaction forming at the edge of her lips. She looked past her reflection and locked eyes with his. Her body tensed, and then relaxed just as quickly. She turned so that she was now in profile, the light from the window now at her back. He saw her index finger travel slowly to her mouth and marveled at the sucking sound as it was moistened by her tongue. Tossing her hair so that her chest was exposed she traced her finger slowly down to the stiffening nipple of her right breast. No longer feigning sleep, he watched the private performance. The straining of his hardening member against the sheet all the approval she needed.

She circled her nipple lightly with her finger. Knowing the deliciousness of the tease is in the act itself. Rubbing her nipple between her moistened forefinger and thumb her breathe caught sharply and she could feel the familiarity of the wetness of her sex. She cupped her breast and brought her nipple close to her lips. Her tongue darting out in greeting. Her breathing quickened. Turning suddenly She backed up to the vanity and lifted her small frame onto it. Now, facing him she brought her legs wide, resting her heels on either side of the cool granite top. If he were to venture closer, he would note the dilation of her pupils and the fine sheen of sweat that covered her top lip. But he did not venture closer. His rapt attention was fixated on the wondrous creature before him, as she brought him into a private space never before shared with an outsider.

Entranced, he watched as her right hand ever so slowly traveled past the smoothness of her belly and hesitated above her mons pubis. His breathing tight and almost painful in his chest. His erection an incessant throbbing demand for respite. Had he been younger and less experienced he would have most assuredly rushed his nude lover whose desire beckoned him like a siren in the tales of old.  But his age allowed him to live the moment as it existed in the now, to delay the craving that was literally making his body shake. 

Her hand moved lower, lightly brushing past her clitoral hood and tracing the outline of the labial lips. She felt her wetness. Her breathing, now ragged. Her eyes striving to maintain focus on his, but losing as she involuntarily threw back her head as the electric shocks coursed through her. Lowering her chin to her chest, she looked at him through heavy lidded eyes with such a white hot intensity that he felt he was losing grip on reality. The craving, no longer such, but now an animalistic bond between their sexes.

Never before had a lover forged such an intimate connection to his very soul.

Her toes curled as she plunged two fingers inside herself. God, she was so wet. Knowing that he was watching was making her insane with passion. Her pelvis rose off the counter as she furiously rode her fingers. In her mind it was the sweetness of his cock that was bringing her to the point of no return. With intimate familiarity her fingers alternated fucking with rubbing her engorged clitoris. Head thrown back, her pelvis was now moving up and down as if he was beneath her and she was riding him for real. "oh, oh, oh oh my god!" she screamed. Breathing through her mouth, balanced gingerly on the palm of her left hand and the balls of her feet, she looked at him with pure lust through the tangles of hair that now covered her face. He had thrown aside the sheet and unable to contain himself any longer was matching her tempo, his manhood grasped firmly as his hand moved rapidly up and down his cock. The sight sent her into absolute and total blackness; making her come so hard and with such a violent intensity that she felt her world had literally exploded into tiny slivers of light that coursed through her very being. She faintly heard the ecstatic roar that was his orgasm, and then was only aware of the staccato beating of her heart as the connection between souls was brought to completion