Dance Of The Lovers

The air was tense with anticipation. They danced around one another – made small talk – though knowing that the inevitable long awaited tangling of their bodies was imminent.
She brushed past him & a throb began to pulse steadily between her legs. Trying to busy herself in the rituals of such encounters – the half baked etiquette of sexual liaisons. Though even then – the potential of delaying gratification though highly arousing – seemed unlikely. She has rehearsed this moment in her mind over years & particularly in the last two days. She wanted to be slow– methodical – determined & to tease him to the point of pain. But now she was there – she felt overtaken with passion – ready to disregard the replay of years of anticipation and stride him mercilessly.

She sat on his lap – their lips met – their tongues explored each others mouths with less of urgency and more ease than she had expected. His mouth met hers –gently they nibbled – licked & every once in a while – plunged their tongues to the point where she really couldn’t tell where her mouth ended &his began. Then intermittently slowing down again – readjusting the ferocity –gently kissing & their eyes met. They saw deep into each other that moment& they really should have known then – that this was something quite different. She felt him harden against her & their breathing hastened. Her nipples erect – the goose bumps on her neck & chest – made her shudder. And all the time – the wetness grew – the throbbing in her cunt intensified. Her pants so wet & she cold feel her lips begin to open. He lifted her onto the bed – the initial urgency of removing one another’s clothes subsided & they began to savour the undressing.

As they peeled away the layers – they both absorbed one another. Taking it all in – experiencing it through every sense. The feel of one another’s skin – his manliness – the ruggedness of his body hair – the briefest of glimpses of the tip of his cock – a little moist & shiny – as his pants fell to the floor. The slightly salty taste of his sweat as she passed her mouth over his neck – the feel of his breathing as it deepened. The smell of sex hung in the air like musk & she knew that they would touch each other deeply on every level.

As she lay back on the bed – half dressed on the top half – he slowly removed her panties. She neither faltered – nor covered herself up – nor sought the dark. The half light seeped through the curtains giving just enough illumination for him to inspect her. She wanted this man to explore every inch of her – to know her inside & out. She wanted to know that he would always know her cunt. Always be able to tell it was her. To be sure that it was safe. Strangely – both sexually & emotionally – she wanted to be vulnerable. She parted her legs – looked briefly in his eyes as if to say – ‘Its okay –whatever you do to me is okay’. He returned her gaze & they both knew that it was safe.

From her diagonal position across the bed – she watched as his mouth moved closer to her cunt. She felt as though she would burst – but she needed to see this moment – this instant when his mouth explored her – this erotic defining instant in time – their time. She watched as his tongue appeared from his lips– moved closer to her cunt & it met with her clitoris. She felt her hips move to meet him – her back arched & a deep but quiet sigh came from her mouth. He licked her cunt beautifully – his tongue gently but rhythmically darting across her clitoris. She swooned – the intensity distracted her &while she continued to look – the build up in her cunt took away her focus & she observed him lick her through a misty film of desire.

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