Interlude with a Kiss

Is this happening for real?! Sam fell back. And Sarah was on top of him. For a moment, time stopped. And everything came to a standstill. There was no wind blowing. No existence of the other girls. Even nudity was forgotten. It was just Sam, in a garden full of blooming flowers, and Sarah, in their ethereal forms. Like two souls converging in a field of sunshine.

But then, Sam came back to his senses. He felt the warm touch of Sarah's hands on his chest and the sensation of her beautiful waist between his hands. Her body was onto him. All of it. Not just falling over, but clinging on. And her face so close that when he'd open his eyes, he'd directly look inside her eyes. Into her soul.

At first, their lips met. Gently. And it sparkled a fire. Then, her soft tongue coursed through his lips. And then his tongue touched hers. They mingled. They played around. And as they finally opened their eyes to look at each other, they didn't just find themselves on top of each other, lusting with passion, but deeply in love -- the pure, untainted, soft kind. The one that doesn't change with times. The one worth writing novels about.

In a moment that felt like eternity, now Sarah sat up. On Sam.

"Owww~!" he exclaimed. She was sitting on his dick, crushing it beneath her ass. She bit her lower lip and got up. Standing over Sam now. And Sam looked up. The ceiling light was just behind Sarah's head, it showed him a semi-silhouette, semi-Goddess look of Sarah. Her hairs fluttered due to the fan's wind. He looked up at her body. Her breasts. Her hair. But most of all, her smile. She looked gorgeous.