Vulnerability

On a moonless night.

Everything is pitch.

A darkness that beckons to our deepest desires covers everything.

Two tealight candles are the only light.

The still summer air allows just the barest sway in the flames, the shadows cast dancing sensuously on the walls.

You sit perched on the corner of the bed, hugging your knees to your chest.

'I want to try something different tonight...'

Your voice trails away, leaving me in a void, informed only by your tone of trepidation mixed with vulnerability.

I try to imagine something I would not willingly agree to?

You must know how I ache to please you?

But, I sigh, knowing too, that even with that knowledge, asking something that touches our deepest places is not easy...

'Tell me?' I reach from where I am lying and stroke the soft skin of your thigh.

A long exhalation, and you visibly relax.

Your eyes flicker in the candlelight, and I see a smile tug at the corner of your lips.

'Lay back...' Your voice has a hint of command in it now...

I move from resting on my elbows to lying supine.

You uncoil from your position, moving with the sensuous grace with which only a woman can, until you sit astride my chest. Laying forward, you could position yourself in that divine 69 position, but instead, you reposition until you hover just over my face.

Your scent, musky, delicious fills my senses...

The candlight plays over your back and bum like a lover. Your dark hair cascades over your shoulders, and the hot skin of your inner thighs touches my cheeks.

I reach up to grasp your hips, but you quickly grip my wrists and return them to the bed.

Then, with the gentlest of movements, you brush your wet lips on my own, and I hear a soft moan...

You gently rock back and forth, and I know that everything my face has to offer is for your pleasure now. My lips and tongue provide the requisite softness against the hardness of my chin and nose.

I feel a slight trembling in your thighs as you work to hold yourself in the right orbit to draw out each pulse of joy.

My own reaction to your movements is very plain. I feel my cock throb as you sink onto my face and envelope me in the perfection of soft dripping lips, the firmness of your public mound and the heat between your arse cheeks...

To be so completely engulfed in your wanton desire burns inside me.

You are lost in your own world now. Your breath is laboured, punctuated, by the language of lust...

Sharp intake of breath, held, then heavily released with a guttural, 'Fuuuccckkk!!'.

'Mmmmmm' as my tongue flicks inside you, then between your soaked hole and your arsehole.

I revel in this version of you completely given to pleasuring yourself.

I know the expression that would be on your face, the inturned eyes, your lips just parted, cheeks flushed...

I feel your movements become more urgent, and if there was any consideration for me up till now, it is completely gone.

You are riding my face with complete abandon. Your hips are rhythmically driving all your sweetness into fierce contact with me.

The beautiful sensation of you gushing and grinding builds until you suddenly pull away violently, legs shaking, and your breath ragged...

The spasms grip you deliciously, and I can only imagine how those pulses of electriic joy playing through you truly feel?

You collapse onto me, breathing hard, and I am left with a view that must satisfy any lover...