It doesn't matter where we meet. We need light, space to sprawl, and nothing that might remind us that somewhere, time is passing. We're not in a hurry, and after a while, neither of us will be able to keep track of time.

So we do what we do, touch kiss, undress, play with hands and mouths and voices, until our breathing comes faster and our hands slide on our sweaty bodies.

I start at your neck, and work my way down your body with my eyes, then my lips, tongue and teeth. I look for the wonderful curves of your particular body’s geography, irresistible places for me, and I nuzzle, kiss, lick, and maybe, occasionally, take a small nip. The hollow of your collarbone, or the place right beneath your sternum, perhaps, or the curve at your waist, your inner thigh, and the valley just inside your hip that puts me on the path to your wet warmth. Your body has places I can’t resist and I find and enjoy them, not hurrying, while you lay back and think about what might come.

When my mouth has finshed it’s journey, I spread your legs, but I don’t just plunge in. We both know what’s coming and we both want it, but there you are, beautiful and waiting, just inches away, and I take a moment to look at the inviting folds of your labia, and to enjoy the warm smell of your sex. This is what feeds my lust and clears my mind of everything except my thirst for you: your pussy is there in front of me, waiting for my lips and tongue, waiting for me to bring you pleasure. This moment was once imagination, and later there will a memory of it, but now we have this moment, this flesh, with nothing to recall and nothing to for. Soon I’ll know your depths with my lips, tongue and fingers, hear your breath catch and shudder, I’ll hear you moan, with my face buried between your legs, lapping at every drop that pours from you. Your body is the center of my world. Each second, this second has all my attention.

I start slowly licking just outside the lips of your pussy. I lightly kiss your labia, take each fold between my lips, suck and slowly, gently part them. My tongue moves between and slides up and down those folds, at first barely touching you. As I lick, I occasionally slide my tongue deeply into your pussy, getting my first real taste of you, but then I return to long, slow, light licks, my tongue penetrating a bit more deeply each time. I might reach up a hand and massage just below your pubic bone, pushing down lightly each time my tongue slides up. Or not -- it depends on our bodies together and what this moment and our bodies need. My tongue goes deeper into you, but I pay no attention to your clit, not yet. I slide my fingers down to just outside where the folds of your pussy hide you, and gently spread your lips, and the tip of my tongue reaches your clit for the first time.

My tongue slides quickly over the pink, exposed nubbin, moves up for a moment or longer, massaging the hood. My tongue occasioanally loses its gentle touch when it dives deeply into your pussy, returning each time to slide back up to again, to slowly tongue the small, soft length still hidden, protected by its wet hood. I slide my tongue up and down, wanting you to feel what I feel when you slide your mouth up and down my cock, wanting you to swelll the way I swell, to feel, as I do, the first pulsing waves that will later grow to gushing orgasm. I take my time now, slow is better. I lose myself in foolsih thought for a moment, between a need for the explosion of your orgasm, and the desire for this moment to never end..

Thoughts stop again, and I return to experience the taste and smell of your sex, the sound of your breathing quickening, and the rhythm of your pussy as it throbs against my mouth, and tightens around my tongue, as if trying take hold and and draw it in closer to your hot center.

I continue to slide my mouth to your clit between long laps at your warm lips, tonguing you, sucking gently. Little by little my rhythm changes. Now my tongue is at your clit, flicking fast and light, I feel the need coming from your flesh, and my mouth is full on your pussy, my lips meeting your lips, my tongue pushing deeply into you. I drink in every warm drop pouring from you before returning to tease your clit with a flurry of tongue-flicks. Your body is my world, your pussy my nourishment, there is nothing else except for the rythms of your heart and pulse of you against my lips and in my mouth. I don’t bring you anywhere, there’s nowhere to go no awareness of time, just our bodies together. And then I slide a finger deep into you. You gasp.

I have large hands and very long fingers. I slide one into you, touch you, feel the places where I give you pleasure, find the rythm of deepest part of you, learn by touch how to bring your moans. Above me I hear your voice, what you call me, what you beg me for. I push into you and curl my finger up to lightly touch your g spot, rough against the undulating smoothness within. I feel deep inside you, exploring. and suddenly you’re throbbing in waves against my hand. You like my hand pushing hard against you as I explore. Two fingers, then three? You enjoy feeling my fingers, wide as my cock, pressing against you, pushing you open.

My mouth is still licking, lapping, gulping at your pussy. My tongue keeps returning to your clit, and I feel your juices become hotter, warming the back of my throat. Your taste is stronger now, richer, and I feel in your body the anticipation of a new moment. Your legs tighten and your body pushes down, trying to force my fingers deeper into you, your hips moving up and down, faster and faster, to feel my mouth against you, my mouth taking long laps fast and hard against your wildly moving clit. The more I take of you the thirstier I become, and I drink deeply tasting your hottest, strongest essence, and you cum.

As you cum, you gush into my mouth, first a stream, then a river of your hot cum, and I take it all, drinking gladly what you give me, tasting the wild spice of you, feeling your pussy throbbing against my now soaked face, I have no sense of time, and I ride your orgasm. As you slow down down, I slow with you, let your sensitive clit and your red swollen pussy relax a bit. I lick you, taking you into me, but lightly now, enjoying the taste, and odor and feel of you wet against my face. I slide a still slick thumb to your sopping pussy and move, quickly and gently over your clit. I listen to you catch your breath, feel your still too sensitive body pull away. I wait. Soon a moment will come when you’ve almost caught your breath and the throbbing of your pussy has slowed, and then, when I repeat that gentle touch, you're body will spasm toward my touch. I wait for that moment. I touch you then, and your body has accepted my invitation without your awareness. My mouth is on you again, my lips on yours in a deep, slow kiss. We begin again.