I move down her body, leaving a trail of kisses as I descend lower and closer to what I seek, what I prize. Her body is heaving, her excitement evident through every labored breath. I slide my hand to soak my fingers in her essence, bringing them to my lips and sucking each one clean. And she watches me, gapes at the pleasure I draw from touching and tasting her. I lift her legs, she hooks her knees on my shoulders, letting her smooth calves drape along my back. I lower my head, growing dizzy as her heady scent slowly saturates my senses. My tongue is poised, inching closer to her throbbing, moistened flesh, and I feel her fingers clenching my hair and the skin of my neck”not demanding, just encouraging. I envelop her with my tongue, closing my eyes as I feel the muscles of her thighs tighten and relax around me. She speaks my name through a puff of air, but her tone is patient, gentle. I suckle on her rose-colored skin, watch as she trembles, shivering from crown to toe.

I slip my tongue inside her body, feel it glide along the velvet of her core. She pants and groans, moans and whimpers, trying to still her hips, but failing miserably. Her hands leave my hair, and I know they are clutching the sheets, because I feel them pulled from underneath me. BetteBette she repeats my name over and over again with every breath: a plea, a cry of pleasure, the love of her life all at once thats making love to her. I move faster, making my tongue rigid and sheshe squeals? I cant help but chuckle a little, making a mental note to tease her about that later on. Her heels grinding into my back return me to my present reality. The wave is coming, threatening to overtake her, so I slow my pace, tenderly massaging her inner thighs. The tempering technique proves successful, and she returns her hands to my hair, scraping my scalp with her fingernails. I decide to retreat and begin sucking, so fast and so hard that her hips buck into my face. Her voice is suddenly muffled, and I know shes resorted to smashing a pillow onto her head.

OhBabyFuck! her last words are intelligible because she tossed the damned pillow aside when her body sprung forward. Her legs slipped off my shoulders, bracing her feet to the mattress. Her hands slid down my back, her taut stomach was pressed into the top of my head. Every muscle tensed. And then she collapsed, back into the bed, droplets of sweat dotting the landscape of her body. I crawl up beside her, take her face in my hands, kissing it and asking her if shes alright. She gives me a weak smile, a limp nod, then snuggles into my chest. Shes spent, exhausted and definitely falling asleep as I hold her ever so still. I reach over and shut off the light, cover our bodies with the cool, soft sheets, hooking one leg around her body. I shiver as I feel her still trickling down my legs.

For some reason, Im reminded of the first time I made love to Tina. How soft her skin was, how touching it electrified me into awe. And as I lie here with my love in my arms, I find myself still in awe. Though the darkness has stolen her face from me, I feel her warmth drift into my body, humid with the residue of our lovemaking, with the moisture of our strangled breaths. My eyes close and I relive the moment of finding her in the shower, watching as her graceful litheness moved about in the steam and water. I was absolutely drained when I walked in the front door, looking forward to nothing more than a long bath and a warm bed. But the moment I rounded that corner, I realized I would not be able to sleep unless I had her tonight. I waited by the doorframe, smiling and saying nothing, hoping that I wouldnt have to lie next to her all night and only touch her in my dreams. But then I saw that familiar flush in her cheeks, that well-known crimson spread across her neck and shoulders. Its been too long since weve had a night like this. I wanted to somehow insinuate myself into her skin. But I was reduced to just kissing it, touching it, stroking and caressing it. In truth, I just felt such a rush of love and desire for her in that moment. Not that it isnt always lurking just beneath the surface. But in that instant, it all bubbled over.

Finally, I feel myself grow tired as she continues to sink deeper into me the more she relaxes. My body craves sleep, but my mind won’t stop replaying the images of her, of me, of us.