Marti had never been this sexually fulfilled in her life before.  Every other encounter paled in comparison to what she was feeling and experiencing with Jeremiah.  Her need to be with him, simply out shone any other need in her life.  Even the basic human needs of food, water, shelter and clothing, were nothing.  She had one need, and one need alone, and that was to love and satisfy this man.<br/><br/>He showed remarkable restraint, as he made love to her, his stamina that of a man half his age.  As she came, and her own nectar flowed from her body over his hand, she was lost.  She no longer had control over her mind and body.  Jeremiah had released her spirit to join his, in some distant realm, not of this earth.<br/><br/>As he continued his glorious assault of her body, his cock pounding into the very core of her womanly being, it was like coming home, after months in the desert.  That homecoming made real to her, each time he drove his magnificent manhood into her.<br/><br/>Her moans and whimpers of love, lust and desire, all being met, by this one man.  Her body quivering in excitement and anticipation, all brought on by this one man.  Her heart racing, nearly pounding out of her chest.  Her breathing so rapid, coming in short fast gasps.  Her lips were dry, her mouth like sandpaper.  As she closed her eyes, to give herself up to the final thrusts to a mutual orgasm, she saw blinding light behind the lids of her eyes.<br/><br/>Calling out his name, to the heavens and the gods of orgasm, if there is such a mythical being, surely brought on another onslaught of new sensations.  Her entire body tingled, as if she was lying on a bed of pins, just prickling at her skin.  Her toes curled, her hands twisted at the sheets, she held her breath, her face contorted in pleasure, she knew she could not go on, and she finally understood what the French meant by "la petit mort"--"the little death".  The orgasm that swept over and through her body, was one, truly sent from the gods themselves.  The glorious feel of Jeremiah's seed, flowing, in spurts into her body, mixing with her own and oozing out of her canal around him, was nearly a mind altering experience.  Drugs couldn't do any better than this.  She could do nothing more, than to collapse onto the bed, with Jeremiah on top of her.<br/><br/>His weight atop her was delicious, and as they lay there, hearts slowly returning to a normal rate, and breathing coming quietly slower, their hearts and souls met on the wings of a dove.<br/><br/>She smiled as he stammered, “Mar…..ti……G..God …tha…..th…..that was……wonderful.”  Indeed, no truer word had ever been uttered.  She felt his lips on the back of her neck as he kissed her.<br/><br/>As he rolled over to lie beside her on the bed, and began to express his concern for her, she reassured him she was alright, that he was a wonderful lover, and that she had loved every minute of their lovemaking.  When he kissed her tenderly, she kissed him back.  She had tears in her eyes, as she heard him whisper, "I love you Marti."  She whispered back, "Oh Jeremiah, I love you too."