Satin and Fire

Prologue

My lover came back from a weeks-long work trip to Singapore. She brought home multiple souvenirs for the two of us, but she insisted I come visit her to receive mine. We live in two different places, two-and-a-half hours apart.

When schedules aligned, we had a lovely dinner and then went back to her house to open her gifts to each of us. My box contained a lovely silk kimono with a hand-written note for me to take my shower and meet her by the fireplace.

What follows is what ensues...

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I've followed her instructions and taken my requisite shower.

A long day at work and then a long drive to get to her made the warm, clean water feel amazing running off my body.

I walk into the room to find her sitting peacefully on a flat pillow placed at the edge of the hearth.

She's slipped her kimono softly off her shoulders and her smooth back is glowing richly, warmed by the fire.

As I approach she pivots her butt slightly to the right. Her legs are folded gracefully together... her right arm drapes softly down to the outside of her ankle.

It's a setting I've imagined at least a hundred times.

Together... in the same place... the miles have melted away somehow and all that's left is the mountain of anticipation that stands between us. Perhaps that's why my heart is racing... my breathing is thin.

In spite of the crackling fire behind her, a shudder seems to ripple through her breath as she inhales slowly and looks up at me. A wry smile crosses her lips and a twinkle moves through her eyes before she drops her gaze and focuses on what is now before her.

My own robe is held closed by the sash at my waist.

But the tell-tale evidence of what is waiting beneath is impossible to disguise. My stiffening cock creates an odd tent-pole effect on the robe. And that is now the focus of her gaze.

She reaches out slowly with her hands and slips the half-knot loose so my kimono falls gently open. My cock, now free, is hers for the taking.

"Mmmmm," she whispers, "I've missed this."

She begins with soft caresses. She lightly runs her fingers along the length of me, taking in the familiar shape, the patterns, the veins and color reflected back at her from the firelight.

This isn't about size or girth or mass or volume; those are stupid measures put forth by shallow people.

No, she approaches this review with a great deal more care and compassion... like she has been given a precious moment to look deep within a part of me that's been reserved just for her.

And she honors the revelation with an incredible mixture of excitement and calm resolve to make the most of the opportunity. We won't rush things, her hands say with their continuing tactile softness... and the intensity of this anticipation, her hands tell me, will be worth every moment... you'll see.

She presses my cock to me, upward against my belly, and she moves her head closer.

The tip of her tongue makes contact right at the point where the smooth, taut skin of the shaft meets the looser, softer, slightly wrinkled pouch of my scrotum. Her tongue is soft and smooth and wet and she slides it back and forth slightly in the same spot to gauge my sensitivity.

My balls tremble at the delightful sensation, and my cock rises back against my body as my PC muscles clench involuntarily.

Her eyes gleam a smile up at me as she pulls her tongue back into her mouth to wet it again.

This time, she lays the soft, broad width of her tongue against my cock and moves from the bottom to the top.

At the rim, where the shaft meets the helmet of the tip, she stops and forms a hard end to her tongue muscle, sliding softly back and forth across the little dimple-notch in that most sensitive of places.

My hands reach out to caress her head and hair.

She travels back down the shaft, wet lips sliding, while her tongue trills its way along the centerline and she sucks lightly against my skin.

Even though she has yet to completely take my cock into her mouth, it feels as though I'm being devoured. No... it's more like I'm being enamored. It's as though her complete and utter intent is to please me in a way that is unique only to her.

Her hands are resting lightly against my hips, while her mouth, lips, tongue, breath, and saliva are cooking up a delectable stew of passion... and my cock is the main course.

I wish we could come up with better terms available for the magic of oral sex. Words that could capture the power of the moment; expressions that would represent the magnitude of the gift that one lover gives to another.

The clinical names -- fellatio and cunnilingus -- sound like a bad movie in the former and some kind of fungal disease in the latter.

Most of the common language -- "blow job"...(puh-lease) -- is vulgar and amateurish, and not at all representative of the passion that a good practitioner can stir in his or her, um... subject. (One slang term for a man's act on a woman, though -- "eating at the 'Y'" -- always makes me smile.)

If I were a student of other languages, perhaps I would be able to conjure up words that would sound more loving... more romantic... more passionate.

And speaking of passion, ours is building collectively as her oral escapades continue.

She has now moved down below my scrotum, taking one of my balls -- and then the other -- gently into her mouth and rolling it softly around with her talented tongue.

Next, she moves to the space just between my ball sack and my anus and licks lightly in that ever-sensitive space. As she leaves one place for another, her hot breath recedes and the saliva cools and the synchronicity of sensations causes my head to spin and my heart to beat even faster.

She must be aware of this condition because she pauses for a moment, guiding me to the sofa that's facing the fireplace.

I'm grateful for the opportunity to rest in a more relaxed position; my thigh and calf muscles are beginning to protest at the clenching and unclenching that her marvelous mouth has inflicted... not on them, but as a result of her incredible attention to my cock.

I am expecting to sit, but she directs me to lie down. She actually pulls my hips to a point about midway along the sofa, and she brings a pillow from somewhere nearby to rest under my head.

I am under her spell, and willingly take her direction. She kisses me -- once... twice... -- then she runs her lips and her tongue down across my chin, down to my collarbone, across my sternum, down past my belly button... making her way back to my now-throbbing cock -- the object of her incredible attention for the past few fantastic minutes.

At the same time, though, she's moved her legs onto the sofa. Her knees are astride me, about at my rib level. And while she prepares to launch another oral assault on my cock, she presents me with a delectable prize of my own -- her luscious, moist, ripe, glistening pussy.

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But forgive me, please... I am still happily trapped in the delightful fellatial fog (hey... that worked!) that she's wrapped around me.

Even though I'm enticed by the glistening gift she's placed before me, at this point I am only able to deeply breathe the rich and luscious aroma of her aroused and promising womanhood.

Without planning to do so I exhale slowly and my hot, wet breath bathes her pussy. I can tell that I've pushed a button; I hear her breath catch a little and see and feel her ass, thighs and pussy react to the bath.

I barely have time to register an unspoken "Hmmmmm" and file the fact away when she renews your glorious attention to my awaiting member.

And oh, the wonders she now performs!

She has a new angle of attack now... and her tactics shift accordingly.

With one hand she lightly pinches the top of my cock at the place where it joins my body. This allows for blood to rush into my cock, but restricts the flow out of it. My penis swells and thickens, and the pleasure receptors are enhanced.

Her new position also gives her more of a top-down orientation, and I am thrilled with the magnificent combination of lips, tongue, breath, and mouth that she so willingly wages on me.

With the tip of her tongue, she goes round-and-round-and-round on the rim of my dick... pausing every now and then to pull the head inside her lips and run her tongue softly, fully over the surface, the crack, the hole.

Another pause, and another parry.

She takes my cock about a third of the way into her mouth and holds it there, while she pistons her tongue roughly up and down the top surface, then one side, then the other.

The sequence goes on as she lowers her mouth even further down, then reduces the internal pressure of her mouth to simulate a vacuum while her tongue continues to dance along the sensitive parts of the head.

She stops to breathe a little and then resumes the external stimulation of soft tongue, wet lips, moist breath.

She fondles my balls. She strokes my cock. She brings me near the edge of abandon and then guides me back again within the confines of control.

And the thing that I love about this is that it's not rushed... it's not frenzied... it's an intentional, studied, take-all-the-time-in-the-world exercise in pleasuring me.

I don't feel like I'm the subject of some obligation. There's no oh-all-right-let's-get-this-over-with-so- you'll-stop-bugging-me-about-it.

Rather, there is a delightful willingness to explore... to experiment... to take what she knows and add what she learns and consequently more than equal any similar sensation in my existence.

I am becoming lost in the hot, wet, softness of her mouth. And I don't ever want to be found.

And the truth is, I'm merely human.

I don't know how the cock stars of the porn game seemingly go on and on and on for scene after scene without a blowout, but one is approaching in me.

It starts as a tiny tingle seemingly deep behind my cock, then zooms forward to the size of a semi-truck almost before I realize what's happening. And then, of course, it's too late.

Her mouth is now deeply over me... her tongue is continuing to gyrate all over the tender surface... her hands gently cup, caress, piston, and twist all along the shaft of my cock and the sack between my legs.

My feet involuntarily slide toward my ass and I push on the cushions of the sofa as the eruptions begin.

I don't need to be deeper inside her but that's where my cock unconsciously wants to go.

She doesn't resist... rather, she seems to welcome the pending eruption as a culmination of the joy that she has been offering for the past few -- and probably very few -- minutes.

Her lips close around my pistoning cock. Her tongue circles and laps any surface it can find. Her breath races through her nostrils. Her moans grace my ears.

And she willingly accepts the jiz as it, as well as voice, breath, lust, energy, and an untouchable sense of passion -- that she alone has set free -- erupts from me.

The pulses continue and subside at the same time.

Her mouth breaks its lock from around my dick, allowing her to breath... to swallow... to lick and kiss and fondle with fingers and with tongue the softening monster she so artfully have tamed.

I am spent. I am leaden. I am sinking in a thick erotic pool of ecstasy.

My muscles, once taut and quivering, are now heavy and soft. I breathe more and more deeply... more and more slowly.

My hands come up the sides of her legs to caress her thighs, her ass, her thighs again. And I open my eyes to see her beautiful pussy, softly abloom in the flickering firelight.

With as much pleasure as she has given me, she clearly has enjoyed herself as well.

Her outer lips are pink and slightly puffy. Her inner lips are pursed, but a tiny line of moisture is visible along the joining.

From my perspective I am seeing her womanhood upside down, and I think I can see a tiny bead of moisture collected just at the top -- right where her clit hides behind its bulging hood.

That seems to me like a good place to begin my counter-offensive.

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My hands slide up to my lover's hips. Even though the distance is mere inches, I pull her back toward me gently.

She rocks back on her knees slightly and, like some erotic docking maneuver, my mouth is wonderfully aligned with the exact place I seek at which to give her a precious gift.

I absolutely love being on the giving side of oral sex with a woman.

First of all, the precious surrender of a woman's most intimate self is, by itself, a remarkable offering.

A woman's vulnerability is like a cherished porcelain rose... and should be treated with respect, dignity, and honor. Those attributes are in my mind -- and my mannerisms -- as I approach the act of oral love with any woman.

She is giving me a precious gift... I am honor-bound to give her something of at least equal value in return.

Another reason I like it so much is because I'm good at it... really good at it. I don't exactly know why or how I developed this propensity; I certainly don't feel as though I get to exercise my talent nearly as often as I'd like. But my partners have always been VERY grateful.

And now I'm blessed with the earthy, primal presence of my lover.

Probably only 30 or 40 seconds have passed since I came at her bidding and her head is resting softly against my thighs... our breathing is slower now.

A flash of memory from a few minutes earlier snaps back into my mind, and I open my mouth to bathe her luscious mound in a soft ninety-eight-point-six-degree breeze. She catches a little... again, like before... and I feel as much as hear her breathing stop for just a second.

She might be expecting the next sensation to be lips or tongue against her pussy. But I happen to think surprise sometimes heightens anticipation. My hands left her hips once they rocked back slightly and now they reach forward and up to slide beneath her breasts.

The space between my index and middle fingers slides softly up opposing sides of her erect nipples. I pull my hands away and moisten the space between my fingers with my tongue, then return for another pass.

Again, surprise trumps expectation; the now-moist sensation builds on the previous one. Her breath catches again and her back and ass twitch slightly as she rolls her head on my lap and her ass before my face.

I can tell that this position has her tired... after all, she's been in it for a little while. So I gently guide her to the inside edge of the sofa. She rolls softly onto her left side and I stand to move to my first position... to give her what I hope is a return of the pleasure she's just provided me.

She's laying in a slight diagonal on the sofa. Her long left leg is resting on the floor, her right one bent at the knee and laying against her left thigh. Her head is resting against the arm of the sofa and a pillow is under her neck for comfort.

Her left arm crosses her breasts while her right one is resting up and over her head. Her long legs, her flat soft stomach, the curve of her breasts visible beneath her arm, her jaw, her eyes... all capture the flickering firelight and return it in various degrees of reflectivity. Her gaze is riveted on me as I stand naked before her.

The air is heavy and thick with anticipation. A second or two... five or seven... ten or twenty... pass by as we look at each other and wonder together what exactly will happen next. The feeling of skin-to-skin has broken... the feeling of wanting more is only intensified.

I step toward the right side of the sofa as she reaches out with her left hand and gently takes my dick in her hand. She fondles it carefully... is she aware that it's still sensitive from the oral escapades she put me through just a few minutes ago? A drop of cum has collected at the tip and she captures it on her finger and wipes it lightly around and over the areola of her right nipple.

She catches my eyes watching her, then she glances back down to her softly tiddling finger... as if she's offering her breast and nipple as a starting point.

It's a good choice, but I first venture closer to her wonderful mouth before I relish other parts of my lover's anatomy.

I stand at the edge of the sofa and bend my knees a little, guiding my cock down to her parting lips. She reaches up and lavishes the head and the rim with a repeating tease of her tongue. Her hand cups my balls and fondles the smooth skin of my scrotum softly.

My fingers move in a slight front-and-back motion as the head of my cock rests against her lips... pulling the lower one down, then up, then down again in a dazzling erotic dance. Her hot breath streams out of her mouth and over my dick and stokes the fire that's burning within us both.

I continue to bend my knees until I'm kneeling beside the sofa... my mouth hovers over hers... not in a kiss but barely in contact, while our tongues tickle and dance over lips, teeth, and the other.

My right hand moves down to clutch and capture her breast, and I feel the zing move through her as she arches her back and her neck. Her mouth pushes against mine... seeking a deeper kiss.

This is the signal I was looking for and I move across her jaw, down her neck, across her collarbone, and capture one hot erect nipple in soft, hot, wet, twisting lips and tongue. The suddenness makes her cry out with a breathy "Ah!" and she instantly inhales it back in.

And I know she's ready for what's to happen next.

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The kisses continue southward in what really amounts to a long, continuous trace of lips, tongue, and breath.

Between her breasts... over her ribcage and down the midline of her abdomen... across the soft silky hairs of her pelvis and down to the delicate "V" of her womanhood... I quickly move to my target.

Along the way, the kisses have been preceded by the skin-to-skin contact of my chest against her stomach and legs, along with tracers as my hands slide swiftly down both sides of her stomach and hips. I am now on my knees at the edge of the sofa, and her left leg still rests on the floor.

My attention is now centered on a narrow band of about 8 inches across her thighs, her pelvis and, of course, her pussy. The speed of my approach has given her another zing, but this is an important part of our pas de deux; my entrance to her most precious spot should not -- cannot -- be rushed... and comes only by way of invitation.

I kiss her at the place where her right hip joins her abdomen. I trace my tongue downward along that line, then turn left and travel softly across her trimmed but silken hair until I meet the opposite line going up to her left hip.

On my return trip I stop at the center point and breathe out so she can feel my heat... then inhale while I nuzzle and kiss so I can drink in the musk of her passion.

With the heel of my chin I press lightly against her pubic bone... what she feels is pressure on her pounding clit, combined with a sand-paper-ish feel of my five-o'clock shadow against the sensitive skin of her mound.

At the same time, I am attending to my lover's reaction. I know that I am an invader in this cherished ground. She has to realize and understand that my intentions are purely for her pleasure or I should not be allowed entry.

Even in the heat of our current encounter... even following the intimate glory of the pleasure-fest that she showered upon me earlier, when the tables are turned, I shouldn't automatically assume that she expects - or welcomes - repayment.

And so my first pass was a prelude, and I resume my attention to her pleasure zone with even greater care.

My focus now becomes more tactile... and less centered on her pussy, which is where I absolutely long to go.

I still center the attention of my head, tongue, lips, and breath in the same narrow band, but now I make an effort to spread myself, so to speak, across a wider area of her body.

I sense that she needs to feel secure... less vulnerable... so my arms and chest go to work to touch as much of her skin as I can.

Hands slide softly and gently up her hips and across her abdomen... grazing her breasts as security, not stimulation. I press as much of my body into hers as I can, giving her a sense of connection, but also presenting a desire for union... for two bodies to melt or meld or morph into one.

That message carries the key... because she shudders just slightly and when she relaxes she gently opens her legs to me.

My invitation to her glory is presented.

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And... ahhhhh... there! There is my destination!... the object of my pent-up desire. There SHE is!!!

Her legs glide gracefully open and it's almost "Spielberg-ian"... the way the flickering firelight chases away the shadows as it moves farther and farther up her thighs... until it bathes her beautiful vulva in a glorious yellow-orange glow.

I am not in a hurry; I pass back and forth across her mound, taking in the sight... enjoying the aroma... relishing in the sound of her building passion as she thinks about what's to come.

Her hairless outer lips are slightly swollen and twitch a little as I graze across them with my lips, my nose, my breath.

Her rippled inner lips are pressed together, but moist and inviting... dark pink, bordering on purple... and I wonder if their color is affected by blood flow and circulation in the same way as the head of my penis.

I can see the bump of her clit, and I know that I'll soon be spending a wonderful collection of minutes teasing, tasting, feasting on her incredible love button. Rising above all of this is her soft mound, capped with the lightest of curls.

And as my focal view lengthens I can see across the flat of her stomach to the beautiful silky mounds of her breasts, with her nipples standing erect above... beckoning me to return.

This review has taken just seconds, and it's generated a phenomenal cacophony of feelings in me:

The Little Kid in me is experiencing devilish delight in the fact that she's here... and she's completely, totally, incredibly nekkid;

The Perpetual Adolescent in me can't believe his awesome fortune that, after all these years of pictures, videos, and wet dreams he's got the holy grail of sexual achievement about an inch in front of his nose;

The Pure Male in me knows the incomparable pleasure that a pussy can deliver, that there's no feeling in the world better than a tight, soft, wet, hot tunnel wrapped around his cock... or his fingers... or his tongue, and that he's apparently played his cards right enough to be right here... right NOW... with this beautiful prize before him;

The Southern Gentleman in me sees the wonderful gift that she's giving, the sacrifice that she's making, the vulnerability that she's pushed down in favor of our mutual gratification that we're both craving, and he's interested only in honoring the gift, and the giver;

The Lover in me sees -- and feels -- a portal into oneness with a sexual soul-mate, an invitation to ride wave after wave after wave of passion to a place where powerful sensations lead to a carnal nirvana that both of us can share and experience as one.

The end result of this is complete and total refraction: my cock has come back to life; and its thickening is sending a signal back upstream, urging me to get busy... people are waiting!

I begin slowly... delicately.

I hold my breath and press a soft and wet tongue-tip lightly around the outside edge of her outer lips, first on the right side, then on the left.

I pause to exhale... to allow the tingle to build inside her, then subside... then I run the same tongue-feel upward on the right side in two quick passes, followed by one long, slow one.

Another exhale of hot air on her vulva and the same pattern on the left side... two quick upward swipes, then one long upward slather.

I can feel the result of these sensations, punctuated by cooling saliva, as the tiniest of goose-bumps suddenly spring up under my tongue.

More hot air, and I wet my lips and capture each of my lover's outer lips in a soft, wet, sucking kiss while I continue to lick softly at her now-juicy skin.

I am also carefully monitoring her reaction.

Her pussy twitches and pulses at the prodding of my tongue. Her thighs clench and release. Her breath catches and then races from her nose and mouth. Soft moans escape and tickle my ears.

Her hands move softly across her body. Her eyes are closed and clench with the sensation and her head pivots back and around as the different feelings delight her senses.

I sense that she wants her mounting pleasure to build, like a cushy wall of pleasure going up pillow-by-pillow, until her glorious release brings it all softly crashing down.

And so I continue.

Her outer lips have been effectively stimulated, and I move my attention into the center.

Her pussy seems wetter now than before, and I'm not sure if that's a result of my attending to it, or a combination of us both.

The inner lips of her pussy are now glistening, put still pursed in a soft, wavy line. Time to put an end to that!

I harden the end of my tongue and begin actually outside her vulva... in the sensitive space between her pussy and her ass... with a wet, twiddling tickle.

She isn't expecting this and her whole pelvic area clenches and a short breathy cry escapes her throat. The twiddle moves up to the bottom of her love tunnel, where I then slide the hard end of my tongue slowly but firmly up her inner lips, spreading them apart as I go.

She meets this action with a sharp and lingering shudder, and she shifts her legs upward, from the floor onto the sofa. In addition to adding to her comfort, this actually improves my access to her, and I continue to attend to her inner lips.

This time, I leave my head and mouth still and run my tongue in a firm back-and-forth motion laterally across her pussy lips... fast, then slow, then fast, then slow, then fast... then faster... then slower than ever before. I follow this with a long run up from bottom to top with the softest, wettest surface my tongue can deliver.

And now I'm tasting my girl. Her juices are running freely now and, after all these weeks, it's like nectar to my parched sensual soul.

I put my mouth full over her pussy and simultaneously kiss and suck and lick and draw... kiss and suck and lick and draw... kiss and suck and lick and draw... to capture every precious drop that seeps from her.

My cock twitches and pulses as her breathing grows a little more coarse, her moans grow a little sharper, her hands run across her body a little more quickly.

In spite of our building passion my mind forces me to pause and consider if I'm moving too quickly.

It's such a delicate balance. If I go too fast, she might feel attacked. She has lowered her guard and allowed me to captivate her in the most precious way.

It would be a tragic frustration to feel bludgeoned into ecstasy.

Conversely, if I move too slowly, a different type of frustration takes over; "After all these weeks, why won't he hurry up and get me there, dammit?"

And like a crystal bubble, our passionate interlude can crash into a million pieces.

I sense, though, that the building-up should continue... but perhaps at a slightly slower pace.

So I pause and give her a treat that is unique, perhaps, to this particular suitor.

I've read that it's genetic... passed down from some little hiccup in my genetic code... and that only a very few people can do it. Other than a conversation-turner in a bar or at a party, I'm not sure what the benefit is to the "talent" I possess... unless it's to serve as a diversionary titillation in the exact same circumstance I find myself in now. But hey... if one has it, one should use it... right?

So I stick out my tongue as far as I can, flex that peculiar inherited set of muscles, and curl the outside edges in toward the center. The result is a wet, hot, glistening tongue-tube... ready, willing, and able to go to work on one of her pleasure zones.

I push my folded tongue softly into her spread lips. The muscles in our tongues are strong, and I can actually push the walls of her pussy open a little.

The issue is length; I'm no Gene Simmons in the tongue department (come to think of it, I'm no Gene Simmons in just about ANY department!), and I'm only able to penetrate the equitable distance of maybe the second knuckle of my finger (how does one measure such a thing anyway?).

But the beauty of this for my lover is the sensations she feels.

First, she doesn't REALLY know the mechanics of what I'm doing. All she feels is a wet, hot, slick SOMEthing sliding softly inside her.

Because my mouth is open and I'm beginning to get worked up as well, her pussy is also being bathed in pulse after pulse of hot breath.

The tongue-tube slides in slowly, then back out... in slowly, then back out.

In slowly, and then wiggles up and down inside her pussy walls, as it tickles the inside edges of her wet and glistening lips.

Next I slide the tongue-tube in and out in a quick sequence, then flatten my tongue and lap softly from bottom to top with two quick strokes. Again... in and out with the tube, then two soft passes of full, flat, wetness. Then in again, out again, and in again while I hold it there and wait to gauge her reaction.

And it's a good thing I pause when I do.

Funny thing about passion; when one partner's is building, if everything's going right the other partner's is, too.

I realize my lover is well on the way up the hill... maybe three or four steps from the top.

Her hands are flying wildly on and off her body; her breath is now heavily laced with moans and pleas and exclamations of pleasure. Her legs are nearly constantly twitching and her pelvis is gyrating up and down to meet the parry and thrust of my tongue.

I stop for a few seconds to catch my breath, but also to take it all in.

Her body is stretched out, writhing, glowing in the flicker of flame and the soft heat of building passion.

Her face is flushed. Her nipples are hard. Her stomach muscles are clenching with both her breathing and the building orgasm that is now subsiding just a little.

Her eyes have been tightly closed as her head rocks from side-to-side. But now she opens them droopily to meet my gaze from below. She gives me a slightly exhausted little grin, then she closes her eyes again to drop back into her pool of building passion.

And that's my signal... time to move on.

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Now it's my turn to move to a more comfortable position. It's also perhaps a more effective position for the next phase of our encounter.

I stand from between my lover's legs and move up to kiss her. Some women feel squeamish tasting themselves on their lover's lips... smelling themselves on his face and chin.

And so it's not a long, languishing, lingering kiss... trust me, I'm not worried about getting her motor running... but rather a reconnect of our whole bodies... to reassure her that while I'm busy down there, I'm still connected and thinking about her in all the other places.

Plus, I want to refresh a tactile stimulation of the rest of her body. She's still tingling below; I want to get her tingling all over. So I kiss her lips... her forehead... her ears... her neck... her shoulders... her breasts... (lingering to pay particular attention to her still-erect nipples)... and then her rib cage... her abdomen... her pelvic bone... and her thighs... before moving back toward her warm, moist, and marvelous pussy.

Only this time I'm facing away from her. As I make my sojourn down her long and lithe body, I'm actually working my way down to a position that has me lying next to her and partially over her on the long sofa. Her legs are slightly bent and my arms go around her hips and over to the back of her thighs, where I gently coax them open again to give me access to my next phase of pleasure for her... for us both.

This interlude has lasted maybe 30 seconds... long enough to break the rhythm of her building passion but not so long as to drop her past perhaps the next level down on the mountain of sexual arousal. And that's my goal. I believe women have the better advantage when it comes to sexual fulfillment; men usually get up a full head of steam and then collapse in a huge puddle, followed by a long nap. Women can climb the ramp several times, slipping into a climax if it suits them, and then stay in a plateau of arousal for a period of time until they climb the ramp again. Oh, and speaking of ramps... step right this way, m'lady, I say silently to my lover. Your carnal carriage awaits.

I am now coming at her pussy from the top down. My target now is her ripe, rippling clit. I begin with kisses on her full and flush lips, licking up the juices that have continued to pool in that marvelous space. But rather than stealing them for myself, I run my tongue upward toward her love button and her juices and my saliva intermingle as I dance my tongue over the dainty hood.

And, oh... what a delicate dance! I push aside any thought of hurry or aggression. I am exactly where I want to be in this moment in time, and I would stay here for hours if she'd only allow me. My interest... my purpose... my desire... is to provide for her the ultimate kind of pleasure that this type of encounter can promise. And I intend to keep my promises.

I begin at the very top... even above the hood, but close enough that she can feel my presence. With the hardest, slickest, wettest tip of my tongue, I press down so she can sense my presence, then wiggle my whole head back and forth from side to side. The actual motion of my tongue is quite small, but she senses and feels a much larger level of motion, and it's the sexual equivalent of being launched from an aircraft carrier. In a few seconds, she's zooming up the ramp; the plateau she's been on shrinking rapidly in the distance.

She reaches down and captures my head in her hands. Good... a channel of communication is established. I also have another sign-post of her arousal. When one is falling over the edge, one's hands will almost surely pull away again.

But I sense that my lover is wanting me to slow down. I'm delighted to oblige.

The tip of my tongue now softens and I move slowly and carefully down one side of her clit, around the bottom, and up the other side. It's repetitive soft circles -- three in one direction, then a reversal to three in the other -- that seemingly puts her in the midst of a soft, warm, milky foam. She's floating along, almost like she's suspended in mid air, turning softly in one direction and then the other. After a series of repetitions, I stop and put a warm, wet, sucking kiss on the whole of her pussy, or at the softest spot between hip and vulva. On another circuit I'll run my soft tongue all the way down, twisting around at her perineum, then coming back up again to once again attend to her clit.

I'm listening... attending... discerning. I'm connected to her sexual psyche. I am laying alongside her, and on top of her, with my arms wrapped around her. It's as though we're together in a fantastic, orgasmic cocoon. And I intend to bring her to the edge slowly, deliberately, spectacularly. She squirms and wriggles as I cause more nerve endings to fire than she previously thought possible. Her breath races. Her voice moans. Her hands grip and relax on my head and my hair.

For the next pull up her orgasmic hill, I pull my mouth just slightly away from her wonderfully wet pussy, and slide one finger delicately inside. Her PC muscles clench and I'm instantly wishing it was my cock inside of her. I have to pause just a second to allow my focus to return to my task... trusting that one good thing will lead to the other. Her PCs relax just a little, enough for me to feel my way in... around... and up... to her ripe and pebbly G-spot. But again... the object is not to hurry and assault her senses, but to guide her to a higher level of sensations and allow her to revel in them... along with me.

So her G-spot receives gentle caresses. I'm careful to sense the size of it. The length of it. The height of her arousal based on the swell of it back into her love tunnel. Once those things are determined, I push my mouth back down to her pussy and match the movement of my lips and tongue on the outside with the motion of my finger on the inside. As my tongue moves slowly up one side of her pussy, I move my finger slowly along the corresponding side of her G-spot. As I go down the other side of her G-spot I return to my starting point on the opposing side of her quivering vulva. I zig-zag my way upwards across the whole front of her, while I match the movement inside her nubbly mound.

The combination of internal and external stimulation is literally dizzying. The floating foam now has greater substance... she is held carefully captive in a moving array of waves... pushing her forward then pulling you back... lifting her up then gently lowering her again.

Meanwhile, my cock has now become fully awake. (Recapitulation procedures completed, Captain... ready for the next assignment!) Men are unquestionably visual creatures, and the up-close-and-personal view that I've had for the past few minutes of this woman's ripe and ready pussy have had their effect on me. On top of that, her racing breath... her moans of pleasure... her gyrations of ecstasy... her hands running across her body, over my hair, around my shoulders, back to her body... her whispered exclamations -- my favorite of which has been, "I don't know what you're doing, but please don't stop" -- well, they have certainly added to my own rising passion. They've pulled me up the mountain along with her.

That's another thing that I love about oral sex. I won't deny that there's a strong pull of power connected to my being able to bring my partner to the exact place she is right now. A percentage of my pounding erection right now probably connects to that. But I am also getting an incredible charge out of the giving of pleasure to her. And for reasons that I don't really understand, that translates directly to my present state of arousal. When I bring my woman to a screaming orgasm through oral sex, I feel almost as though I've had an orgasm myself. She's not quite there -- not yet... nor am I. But in spite of my focused attention to the task at hand, my mind is drifting closer and closer to the point where I believe that we really ought to just fuck our brains out.

Hmmmmm... baby, I really like the sound of that.

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Without getting too ecclesiastical, everything has a time... everything has a season. This is the season of HER. And I'm renewing my focus with a determined purpose.

Her clit is less than inch away from my mouth. For the last several seconds, I've been catching my breath... and in the process I've been breathing softly against the all of her. She's feeling a hot brush of air, followed by an instant cooling as the saliva and juices that bathe her pussy evaporate slightly as I inhale so closely to her. I sense that she is at her highest level of arousal... it's time to give us both an incredible gift.

Her clit has been a focused target, but I've been careful to stimulate her -- through it -- indirectly. I don't think she really realizes this, though. It's a powerful little button, and the intensity of the sensations it produces in her are substantial, even when contact with it is indirect.

Now, though, her beautiful clit is demanding attention. The swollen flesh has pushed beyond its protective hood. The glistening pink seems to twitch... to quiver. I've got to be careful, but I've got a feeling this is gonna be spectacular.

With the softest tip of my tongue, I press directly on her hot and fleshy button. I want her to feel heat... moisture... softness... passion. I want her to realize the upward level of arousal, and realize that it's a sensation that she's not felt yet ("My God... I thought he WAS right there all this time!"), and anticipate what greater level of ecstasy she might be in for. That thought itself can be the one that pushes some women over the edge. And so I wait... tongue resting lightly where it sits... to gauge her reaction.

And she DOES react... exactly as I hope she will. Her cunt twitches... her thighs clench... her breath catches... her hands grasp my head... and with a soft and breathy moan she pulls me closer to her. Whether she actually verbalizes the words or not, I can't be sure -- we seem to be resonating on MUCH more than a verbal level at this point -- but the message is clear: "More... give me more."

With a delicate slowness, as softly as I can, I run my tongue back and forth over her clit. Up... then down... up... then down. It's repeated in a slow but consistent rhythm. Up... then down... up... then down. The top of my tongue is slightly rough in texture... the bottom is slicker and wetter and silky smooth. And somehow her tortured clit can tell the difference. Up... then down... up... then down. The sensations are mind- boggling. Her head rolls back and forth on the pillow behind her... her hips gyrate and swivel... her legs raise up in a "fuck me" position and then drop back down to the sofa.

I pause for a second to breath and swallow, then I tighten the circuit by moving my tongue back and forth in a side-to-side motion. The nerve endings in her clit are now firing in a perpendicular direction... a different sensation that sends a different wave of pleasure rippling through her. I check for her reaction again, I sense that she's still got a little ways to go, so I pause for just a second, moisten my upper lip with my tongue, and rest it gently on the top of her button. With the soft tip of my tongue, I then trill back and forth against the underside of her clit. It's a similar sensation, but her button is now somewhat stationery... the pressure of my tongue beneath traps it against my soft lip above... and the rubbing from my tongue intensifies her building orgasm.

Her breath is coming in regular spasms now. Her stomach is tight... her head rolls, lifts, rolls... her hands are in constant motion around my head and over her body. I hear her moan... I hear her breathe... I hear her moan again. And I hear her not-so- softly say "Oh... oh, god... Oh... oh, I'm gonna cum."

Yes. She most certainly is.

I don't know if it's a clinical fact, but my experience has led me to believe that stimulation is the secret to a clitoral orgasm. Pressure in just the right place is the secret to a vaginal orgasm. Get ready, darling, I say telepathically to my writhing lover... you're going to experience both, simultaneously.

My finger is still in her pussy... still in the vicinity of her pulsing G-spot. But now, rather than explore around it, I lightly make contact, then begin pushing against it with a rhythmic pulsing pressure. One... two... three... four... With every three or four pulses, the pressure grows. Meanwhile, my tongue is flickering against her love button in a synchronous combination of sensations. Musicians know this sequence: One-e-and-uh-Two-e-and-uh-Three-e-and-uh- Four-e-and-uh-. My breath is pulsing against her pussy. My other hand is softly stroking her legs, her abdomen, brushing against her arm, running across her breast. It's like a lyrical, musical, orgasmic ballet. The G-spot is the metronome, my tongue against her clit is providing the eighth-note and sixteenth-note accelerando, my hands giving accents and counter-point to her breath and moans and motion. It's a symphony of ecstasy. And the waves that have carried her, captured her, enraptured her through these wondrous minutes are now racing toward the shore with an incomparable power.

She chooses to collapse in the feeling of softness and safety. She gives in to the rush of air that seems to flow from her, in her, and over her at the same time. She relishes in the tingle that started like a small sensual quasar inside her abdomen, but now super-novas across her and expands to the edge of the sexual galaxy. She's in it, out of it, and watching it at the same time. And she rushes over the edge to feel wave after wave after wave of orgasmic energy flow through her... over her... out of her... and over me.

My signal comes from her hands. Trust me... there's no mistaking the fact that she's having one hell of an orgasm. But her hands fall away from my head and drop heavily to the sofa... like they weigh a hundred pounds each. And I'm ready for us to share one final crescendo.

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This isn't going to take long. My cock is throbbing and my balls are so tight they almost ache. I feel the warm, sticky sensation of a large drop of pre-cum at the top of my dick. My lover's thighs are collapsing against my head and fingers, her hands are grasping my head to hold me in place while her hips are wriggling against my tongue as though she's trying to get away.

And through her cries, her moans, her sharp exhale and inhale... through all of that I then hear the words that I've been waiting for: "Oooh, baby... fuck me. Fuck me... now."

Her body is still erupting... still in the throws of her wonderful orgasm when I exit quickly and turn her gently over on the sofa. She pulls her knees up under her hips so her pussy is elevated... pulsing, twitching, glistening... waiting for me.

Even in these throws of passion, though... it's important to be careful. This woman is at her highest sensitivity and I don't want to spoil a thing. So I carefully guide my cock right to the entrance to her pussy... even sliding it gently between her parted lips and moving it slightly to and fro... to make sure I'm heading in exactly the right direction... exactly where we both desperately want me to go. I push my hips forward...

And, oh my god!!... she's so incredibly wet that I slide my cock inside her with almost no resistance. But her love tunnel is still deliciously tight... her vulva engorged... her clit slick and dripping... her nipples erect and seemingly pulsing from her orgasm. The inside of her pussy is an incredible combination of resistance and acceptance... of tight and hot versus slick and smooth. And there's also a palpable sense of connection... of unity... of two melting into one... that makes it a challenge for me to keep my focus where it belongs... on what remains of our encounter... and on her.

And so my cock goes straight against her G-spot. The rim of my dick rubs and rolls over her still-throbbing mound. I pull against her hips with one hand and push against her ass with my pelvis and tilt my cock downward to press even harder against her G- spot. With my other hand, I reach softly up and cup her breasts, rolling my fingers gently but firmly around her smooth and tender tits.

As our lovemaking continues, I piston hard into her pounding pussy... adding fuel to her already-flaming passion. My cock head rubs against her G-spot again. And again. And again. And again. The waves of her first orgasm are diminishing, but it seems that another one is rolling over her even now... from behind... from below... from within... lifting her higher... expanding outward... pushing her outward and pulling her inward at the same time.

And now I'm beginning to feel the fall over the hill, myself. My cock has been pulsing for what seems like an hour. In addition to my insatiable desire to give to her, I also desperately want to join with her and take what she has so wanted to give to me. Her cries of ecstatic joy... her shuddering legs and abdomen... her clenching muscles that squeeze against my cock as though she never wants to let me go... and I'm feeling my own waves of energy tingling within and zooming out of me... and into her.

With one last moment to go, I slide my right hand over her hip and down to that glorious pussy of hers. My cock is still sliding in and out... her hips, ass, and thighs are following the motion. Her breath is racing. Her voice is calling out "yes, yes" in a deep, rhythmic whisper. And my hand moves down to rest gently against her mound. My middle finger slips softly down to the top of her thundering clit... then down slightly further to softly push against it and hold it there. Pressure again... this time from the outside AND the inside. The unique combination provides another remarkable effect.

The final wave she's riding seems to pause for just a second, reverses motion to lift her up to the apex again, then crashes wonderfully down around her in a vibrant, reverberating crescendo of ecstatic bliss. Simultaneously, my own wave matches hers and I push my pelvis... my cock... and seemingly my whole being into her and stay there. She feels my cock throbbing inside her as her pussy clenches around me and she drains me of my second load of cum.

Her arms can't seem to hold her weight anymore and she drops gently to a stomach- down position on the sofa. I follow behind her, rolling lightly to the left. Sharp exhale follows sharp exhale, blending and softening as the waves fade between us. Cries of passion dissolve into sighs of satisfaction as the unity between us changes from red hot to a softer pink to a warmish glow. Hot fluids mingle and pool, but instead of feeling icky they serve as a tactile bond between impassioned lovers. She pulls her legs up gently and I cup mine behind hers. Body-to-body, skin-to-skin, we spoon against the back of the sofa. My cock remains inside her ripe and warm pussy... throbbing still... while her orgasm ebbs into a soft exhaustive sigh.

The flames flicker. She reaches down and lifts her kimono off the floor. I capture part of it and pull it softly over our still-connected bodies. We gaze wordlessly into the fire. My right arm wraps around her... just to hold her. And we drift gently together into the fog...