Tasha felt Leonardo’s arms around her. She slithered down away from them as his manhood beamed with pride. Her luscious mouth explored the regions of his body—plains, plateaus, and the snow-peaked mountains. She pressed her lips against a cool, shimmering stream and drank deeply the glorious water that burst forth like a geyser from within her lover. She felt her throat tingle with warmth as she swallowed the rich, life-giving water deep into her soul.
When Leonardo saw an opening in her trek, he grabbed it. He climbed her twin peaks, and slid down to the plains below, as the wind above screamed his name in ecstasy. His tall, oh so tall, alter ego found a cave far south of her dual mountains, and entered its sweet, fruitful darkness.
He swam inside her, causing her whole body to shiver in delight at the very thought of his touch. He caressed her as she had never been caressed before, and she melted into his broad, muscular arms, all the while agreeing with him, though he said nothing.
In the aftermath of his wonderful, erotic, volcanic explosion, Leonardo fell limp to the floor, gaining a renewed sense of vertigo at the sight of Tasha collapsing with a sigh onto his sweating, sexy chest.
Tasha’s eyes had glazed over, and stared up at the ceiling in an almost slumber-like stupor. She rested her head on her man’s beautifully sculpted pecs. It seemed to be just a dream, she thought. Something as amazing as this couldn’t happen in the real world. But it had. She and Leonardo were finally together, where they belonged—with each other.
“Oh, Leonardo,” she moaned exotically. For lack of anything else to say, she added, “Wow.”
“Yeah,” said Leonardo, grinning foolishly, “Wow.”
Leonardo himself was in a stupor of his own, but his thoughts were not nearly as cloudy as hers. He was thinking, planning, wondering. Could he get away with it? Would it backfire? He couldn’t stand to lose her just after they’d finally found each other.
After several minutes of panting and staring at his woman’s moist, heaving chest, he made the decision which had been plaguing him for months.
“Tasha,” he said, in a tone so serious that she sat up and looked at him sharply.
“What is it, Leonardo?” she asked. Inside, she was hoping that he wouldn’t reject her. She couldn’t bear to lose him now. She needed him now more than ever.
“Tasha,” he began again, sitting up and leaning close to her, so that his face and hers almost touched. He was about to speak again, but couldn’t find the words to say.
“Yes?” Tasha asked encouragingly, though her voice was tinged with dread.
“Tasha,” Leonardo said at last, pressing his mouth against her ear and finishing in a whisper, “I love you.”
Tasha pulled away from him, and looked him up and down. His gorgeous, full lips, his manly muscles, his giant source of ego. This man, the perfect man, loved her. But did she feel the same way?
Tasha gave Leonardo the smile that had made his heart stop from the moment he met her. She leaned towards him and gently pushed him back down to the floor, pressing her body on top of his. As she pressed her lips forward to kiss him, the loose curtain from above came tumbling softly about them, protecting their privacy from the prying eyes of Tasha’s encouraging friends who stood at the window, peering in, and cheering.
