The Golden Desires (15 page)

He
was immersed in her beauty and still could not get over the fact that she
wanted him, of all the men she could have chosen from. He moved back toward the
far away wall of the pool, and guided her to come and float on her back before
him. As he used one arm to steady her, he used the other to gently wash her
hair in the warm water, letting his fingers run through the long red mane that
it was, and loving how it felt to do that. As he started to caress her scalp in
the warm water, he heard her groan in happiness, and the sound made him smile.

"I
wish for tonight to come sooner," she said and he found himself extremely
aroused instantly, and glad that he had decided to bathe with his trousers on.

Isabella
put her feet down and turned to lean into him, putting her arms around his neck
and kissing him deeply.

"We
should not do this in public, should we?" he asked her, desperate to not
cause any offence to anyone within the large grey walls.

"Yes,
I know," she said reluctantly as she pulled back.

Then
he saw her dive under the water briefly before coming up and standing. As she
did he could see the full outline of her body in the wet dress, and forced
himself to look away, but she had seen and smiled at him.

"It
is acceptable to me for you to look at me, Trent," she said with such a
sound of passion simmering inside of her, he knew that this particular night
would not come soon enough.

"It
is enough for me to be able to be with you tonight, Isabella. Help me to be
patient …
please
."

That
comment was met with her giggling once more, before they climbed out of the
pool and sat beside one another on the large rocks nearby to dry out. As they
lay on the rocks Trent realized that perhaps the very reason these large rocks,
shaped like they were to provide flat platforms for an extended human body to
lie along, was in fact for people to lie there and dry out, with the sun
heating from above and the rocks heating from underneath. For a brief moment he
wondered who really was the more technically advanced - people in the modern
world who needed all sorts of gadgets to do anything at all, or people like
these who had mastered how to survive and be happy with so little.

~~~~~

"Village
members," Elder Rhys called out to the crowd who had gathered around the
large water fountain near the temple. "Tonight is the night that our
beloved Isabella pairs with her chosen mate, Trent. The other ancients and I
have looked into each of these young people, and looked forward, and we approve
of this match. Is there anyone here who does not approve of it? Please speak
now if there is."

Isabella
was surprised at this part of the speech as it was the first pairing she had
attended herself, so had not known it was open for anyone to object if they
felt the need to.

Instinctively
she looked around the faces until she found the one that was so important to
her. For a moment she wondered if
Adrian
would stand up and speak, but instead she saw him
smile at her and nod, and she knew all would be well in their friendship after
all.

"Very
well. Isabella and Trent, please step toward me," Elder Rhys continued and
the two lovers did as he asked. "You are both honourable and good. You have
asked to be paired and it is granted. You shall now take your place among our
people, and do your duty to help our society continue to survive, through
procreation and the delivery of children. Is this a responsibility that you
accept as part of your pairing?"

"Yes,"
they both responded, looking intently at each other.

"Then
it is so. Isabella and Trent, please retire to the pairing chamber for this
night."

Then
the two of them seemed to be simply dismissed as the ancient and all of the
village people dispersed and went their own ways, into their own homes.

Isabella
held
Trent
's hand tightly as she led the way to where they
would go for their first night together.

Walking
in, they could see it had been prepared with candles that smelled like the
lavender coloured roses that climbed the large outer walls of the village.
There were cups and a large vase of water, from which
Trent
poured them each a drink. Even though it was only water, the act of sipping seemed
to help them both to relax and ease off some of the anxiety they both felt
inside. Even
Trent
, for all the sexual experience he'd had
throughout his adult life, was nervous. This would be different as not only was
she a virgin, but also he suspected that she didn't
know
anything about sexual pleasure. In his world and time it was so talked about
all the time, but he suspected it was never spoken of in this time and place.
And the thought that she knew nothing both fuelled him and made him determined
to take his time and make sure that things were slow for her.

After
sipping her water, Isabella moved forward toward the bed that sat in the middle
of the room, and lay down. She looked at him in anticipation, and he slowly
walked over and lay down beside her. They faced one another, both reaching out
and caressing the other's cheek before leaning in and kissing softly. There was
no need to hold back tonight - they were where everyone knew they were, and
they were to do what everyone knew they were to do, and yet, neither wanted to
rush either.

Isabella
savoured the kisses. She did not know how this all worked but she knew that she
wanted to keep kissing him. She couldn't get enough of this, and it felt like
she had waited an eternity for the right time when she could keep kissing him
without having any real reason to stop.

As
their kissing deepened,
Trent
felt his hunger increase, and he groaned in realization
that she too was now kissing with a slight sliver of aggression.

Suddenly
Isabella wanted to be free of the barriers between them. She pulled away from him
and stood up to remove her shoes, and as she did so, she saw him do the same.

Both
standing now, he pulled her tight against him and kissed her deeply, making her
now moan in the depth of her throat, a sound that further heated him.

She
ran her hands over his arms and chest, through the fabric of his shirt, before
she removed it from him, revealing his chest to her. It was not the first time
she had seen him like this but something about the two of them being alone like
this made it seem different to her, and she wanted to see more of him.

He
kissed her neck as she wrapped her arms around him again, letting her hands
caress his back.
Trent
could feel her body wanting to give in and follow
her natural sense of desire and passion, but he remained as he was for a long
time, holding her and kissing that soft part of her neck line that she appeared
to be enjoying being kissed so much.

Suddenly
she stood back from him and he saw her lift her shift dress and remove it
completely, leaving her naked in front of him. He breathed out a deep breath at
the sight. She was utter perfection. This life that her people lived, with no
stress, no preservatives, no meat, no fat, no salt … the combination of so many
aspects of modern life simply not existing for these people, resulted in them
being of a natural human form, and she was exquisite. Her shapely but toned
body, combined with her long red hair flowing down her back, made him reach
another level of hunger again.

He
quickly shed his clothing and immediately saw her look at him from head to toe,
stopping for a long while at where he could not hide his arousal. She looked
alarmed at first but them seemed to relax once more as she climbed onto the bed
and lay down on her back. She seemed to be waiting for him to join with her,
but he had a long way to go before that would happen … a long way indeed.

~~~~~

Isabella
watched him move over her and braced herself. She did not know what he would do
to her, but she had to be ready, so told herself that she was. But instead of
advancing on her in such a way, he remained hovering over her, kissing her lips
gently and moving between them and her neck, as he had done earlier. The
feeling was blissful to her and she reached out with her hands and stroked him
wherever she could reach - his hair, his neck, his back, his shoulders, his
arms. Touching him felt as heavenly as how it felt as he kissed her.

She
felt him move slightly and he was then kissing down over her breasts, using his
tongue to lick the tips of them, and she felt a jolt go through her body that
was new to her, but she liked very much. He remained there for a long time
before moving further still.

Gently
he nudged her legs apart and kissed her thighs while his hands caressed up and
down her legs. Isabella next felt something of a magnitude she had never known
could be done with two bodies. She looked down and saw that what was causing
such a feeling was him kissing her where he was, and to her it was exquisite.
She did not try and stop him from doing what he wanted to do to her. She had no
desire whatsoever to ever stop him from doing what he was presently doing to
her.

Trent
was entranced. Her body was so natural - even
down to the fact that she had natural hair around her groin, something that
every woman he had ever been with had worked so hard to eliminate and never
have when he was with them. He found that not only did he not mind her having
hair there, but that he loved it. It was natural and untouched, and something
about that only fuelled him on further.

She
was far more relaxed than he had thought she might be for her first time, but
he could feel and see her body writhing so much that it appeared to be a
natural thing for her to do - she was instinctively sexual as a woman, and that
thought amazed him. He had left behind so many fake people - people who worked
so hard to not be who they naturally were - but the simple
honesty
of
Isabella was a beautiful thing to him.

He
lapped at her, determined to remain patient until he could see her experience
orgasm, although he then realized that it would be different for her as she had
no awareness of there being such a thing
as
an orgasm.

"Oh,
Trent
, what is happening?" she asked and he knew she was starting to
venture toward climax.

He
pulled away long enough to talk to her … to
soothe
her.

"It
is alright, Isabella. Relax and let it flow over you. It is nothing to
fear."

Isabella
took his word for it and let her head rest back once more as she felt him
resume his attentions to her, and soon she felt body tensing again. This time
she remained still and let it happen, and soon felt her body reach an entirely
new place that she had never known existed. She felt different parts of her
body lightly dancing, as if she were alive with new feelings everywhere.

When
she relaxed,
Trent
moved forward and kissed her on the lips once
more, and she instinctively put her hands on his hips and pulled him to her. He
nestled between her legs for a long while as they kissed deeply, and then he
looked at her, maintaining her eye contact as he nudged forward only a
slightest amount.

Once
there, at the very outer edge of her, he lay still again and kissed her more,
enjoying delivering light kisses to her lips and her neck, while she ran her
hands over his back.

"Isabella…"
he breathed out, close to not being able to hold back now. "I must … move
into you," he said quietly, almost as a whisper.

"I
am ready," she said, running her hand through his hair and pulling him to
kiss her again, as he edged in a little more.

He
would not rush her, even though he was almost at a breaking point. As if
reading his desperation, Isabella naturally lifted her hips toward him and as a
result he found he was deeper inside of her. It was a completely new feeling
for her, but not one she disliked.

With
his own climax dangerously close, Trent pushed the final journey into her until
he was buried as deeply as he could be, and moved outward and inward one more
time before he released, determined to orgasm deep within her to ensure the
best chance of her conceiving.

Isabella
felt and heard him reach the same point she had, and then he seemed to slump on
her, quiet and thoughtful for a moment before he kissed her again. He did not
rush to move and she was glad. It was the most special moment of her life to
date, and she did not want him to pull away too soon. She wanted to lie there,
joined with him, for as long as possible.

"Are
you alright? I did not hurt you?" he asked her with tenderness in his
voice as his hand lightly caressed her hair and cheek, greeted by a smile on
her face.

"I
am alright. You did not hurt me," she said, looking into his eyes.
"This is so new for me, but I like being this close to you."

Trent
watched her face as she said the words, and
wondered at his decision to have taken sex so lightly in his life before this
moment. He could not remember that he had ever before been with a woman for her
first time - and the fact that he could not remember distressed him.