Gasping with unbridled need, eyes in half mast, she anticipated his every nimble touch, stroke by stroke, arching her back towards his ministering hands as she unabashedly grasped the ruffled cotton sheets like a ship about to be thrown in a storm.
She had the most lovely breasts he had ever seen. Dark rimmed around the areola with the most plump looking nipples. They filled his palms just the right way. He let his tongue glide slowly on each nipple as he suckled adoringly while kneading the other.
Caught up in his passionate web, she thrust her breasts in his mouth and hands wantonly. Searing need took hold of her. He could see it in her cat-like eyes as she lustily urged him on. Cantering in a brink of pure undulated pleasure himself, he obliged her willingly.
He laved at her breasts, letting her loud moans throw him in a frenzy. He had to have her. He couldn't wait any longer. Teasingly, he grazed his finger across the apex of her womanhood. Like a feline, sampling it's best dish, she cried out with utter need catapulting his manhood to absolute attention.
As he dipped his middle finger into her honeypot, she was more than ready. His finger was soaked with her woman's essence. He looked at her with incredulity, grunting with approval.
Por dios! He couldn't wait any longer. His control was over the edge. He needed to posses her with an urgency he hadn't felt in a long time.
As he stood in attention at her entrance, he looked at her. She was more than ready. Her eyes were languid with desire for him, her soft lips were swollen and thoroughly ravished, her pink tongue darting over them subconsciously beckoning him to bury his tongue again in her mouth.