She stood at the mirror, and brushed her hair, as I watched her from her bed. The scent of her perfume wafted around me, and I was captivated by the aroma. As she pulled at the brush, her head tilted, revealing the softest neck I'd ever witnessed. Her glance was averted to the reflection of me, and I was drawn toward her, my legs responding to her inaudible command.
I placed my hands at her waist, and I whispered her name, "Denise", at her earlobe, as her eyes gently closed to my breath. My breathing warmed the canal of her ear, and I kissed the spot where her chin met her neckline. My hands caressed forward, with my left hand brushing the underside of her breasts, as the right came across the flat of her stomach, and I could feel her relax against me.
My left hand committed to the erection at her right breast, as my right committed to the moistness of her arousal, beneath her jeans, and the lace of her undergarment. As my right found its mark, she inhaled deeply, and her jaw dropped to the "ohh" of her exhalation.
I felt my own arousal pulse and expand against her, as I feared my trembling might betray my confidence, but did not. Instead it only added to the pleasure of the moment, my fingers vibrations carrying her to a point of euphoria. "Denise" I breathed again, and linked kisses down the nape of her neck and onto her shoulder.
Her head tilted back upon my shoulder, as my fingers worked their chosen intentions. Her hands reached around me and pulled at my thighs, as my arms constricted toward our pressing union. We continued these motions for several moments. Not because we were afraid of our combination, but because this was already better than either of us had felt, for a very long time.
Our heads began to sway to the rhythm of the song we were creating. A song only the two of us could hear. The cadence pulls more of our body's into the motion, and our breathing becomes synchronized. Our hearts pound a back beat as we attempt to get as much of our bodies in contact as possible.
I tilted my head into the perfume of her neck, and my exhale aroused this spot with humor. The reflex of the tickle brought her face to mine, and our lips became one with the symphony. Without breaking the kiss, her body rotated to mine. Our lips parted, and our tongues danced in the vacuum of our passion.
Our right hands ascended the other's back, and once above the neck, began pressing us further toward the union. Our left arms prayed for extension, to encircle the other more, as our mind's swirled among the notes of our melody.
We found ourselves at the foot of the bed, without knowledge of the travel. I relented to her press in that direction, and gravity seated me, on the bed before her. Though our lips had distanced, our eyes had locked, with a magnetism that could have turned the other, inside out.
Her gaze was so captivating, I was unable to work the buttons of her blouse, until its spell was broken. I brushed my hands up to her shoulders, and back down slowly across her breasts. Her eyes closed and her head rocked back with another exhaled "oh!"
With her gaze broken, I found myself a little more dextrous, with regard to her buttons. I started at the bottom of the blouse, and as each button was released, I planted a kiss behind its entitlement. I found myself standing again as I released the last button, and my hands caressed her shoulders, while gravity pulled the garment to the floor.
I continued the trail of kisses up the nape of her neck, to the lobe of her left ear, where I spoke her name again. "Denise.". Our bodies spun with enlightenment, a hundred and eighty degrees, so that she was between me and the bed.
"Oh! Jeff." she responded, as she nuzzled my left ear. She began her own trail of kisses down my neck to the apex of my collar. She continued these kisses behind each of the buttons of my shirt, as she released them on her way down, to a seated position before me. I almost exploded in orgasm, as she pulled the shirt tails out of my pants, and up the length of my excitement.
She became impatient with desire, and the last three buttons of my shirt shot about the room, as they where ripped from their tethers, at her impulse. The snap and zipper of my trousers gave way easily to the pressure of our mutual passions. I again feared orgasm as her hair raked my erection, when she pressed my pants and briefs to my ankles.
She noticed my reaction to her hair, and began gently kneading my testicles, and brushing her hair across the head on my erection. She pulled her hair back so that she could see the look in my eyes, as her tongue slowly rose the length of my hardened shaft. Her eyes never broke their stare, as she reached the tip, and engulfed it into her mouth.
