He was Hers

She curled up next to him, laid her head on his chest, and ran her fingers through his thick hair. From there to his neck, over his shoulder, and along his arm. Working her way down the landscape of his body, she grasped the meat of his thigh and felt his pulse gradually quicken as her fingertips traversed across his aching manhood.

She sensed the fullness of him almost begging her to free it of its contents. She was dying to taste him. Compelled, she took him in her. Her warmth around him was delightful! She slid her tongue down him and could feel his veins coursing with the blood of their passion. She looked into his eyes as she pleasured him. She loved the control she had.

She suckled him with a gentleness that set him ablaze and he warned her of his impending climax. She took him between her lips again with a swirling tongue and rhythmic tempo. As she indulged herself, reveling in his incredibly pulsing masculinity, she devoured his sweet warmth.

She made him feel like no one else ever had, and he couldnʼt comprehend that she enjoyed this beautiful act as much as he did!