I find a CD with low, soothing music, sung by a big-name singer whose voice I am far too excited to remember, and put it on. You smile and sigh. "My favorite...must be psychic..."
I turn the light off, there's just enough illumination for us to see each other as I climb onto the bed to join you. We kiss passionately, your nipples hard and taunt against my chest, myself a bit less ostentatiously hard against your leg. "I was thinking," you whisper in my ear, "that I could _really_ appreciate your mouth on me...better than your ex..."
I need no prompting as I smile and begin running my mouth down your body. Hesitating only at your breasts, where I sinously wrap my mouth around your nipples, pulling just enough to make you gasp and squeeze the back of my head, before I slide down further, my tongue trailing past your navel.
I turn the light off, there's just enough illumination for us to see each other as I climb onto the bed to join you. We kiss passionately, your nipples hard and taunt against my chest, myself a bit less ostentatiously hard against your leg. "I was thinking," you whisper in my ear, "that I could _really_ appreciate your mouth on me...better than your ex..."
I need no prompting as I smile and begin running my mouth down your body. Hesitating only at your breasts, where I sinously wrap my mouth around your nipples, pulling just enough to make you gasp and squeeze the back of my head, before I slide down further, my tongue trailing past your navel.