It's pitch black as we lay together. I know exactly where Brandy is but I can't see her. I can smell her hair, feel her toes against mine, hear her breasts move and sway as she breaths, and soon I will be tasting her sweet lips.
I lay my hand on her thigh and start to move it upward. My hand raises with her gorgeous hips, then dives into her body as her hips give way to her chest. My hand starts to move from her side and slowly caresses her breast, stopping at a nipple. My finger circles it, slowly coaxing it alive. Both of Brandy's nipples respond to me touching only one of them, and I am greeted by a slight moan from my wife's mouth.
My hand continues its journey up and rests upon Brandy's face, soft, and gentle. I move my hand closer to my own and Brandy's face follows, no need to grab or push when lust will do the work for you. Our lips meet, and our tongues dart out to touch each other, each of us probing for approval to open wider and let our tongues play. They glide across each other, dancing as our lips come together, a never ending ballet of who's tongue is in which mouth. It ends with Brandy nibbling on my tongue and quickly jumping towards my upper lip to bite on that as well.
After rescuing my lips from my wife's mischievous teeth, I kiss her chin, then her collar bone, resting my mouth there and licking the sensitive skin near her neck. I savor the salty taste of Brandy's body and move on. I slowly move my mouth down to her breasts. I ignore the nipples as they are still diamond hard. Instead I hold her ample bust, tickling the underside with my tongue, constantly shocking her with the pain of my teeth. A tender lick, and a heart felt caress from my fingers, punctuated by the sharp pain of my teeth. I alternate between pleasure and pain as I move between both breasts, teasing and pinching. The more I do this the harder it becomes, Brandy has begun to breath hard with excitement.
I end the torment of my wife's breasts, by kissing both nipples and allowing my tongue to flow down between them, only to continue down, stopping only for an instant at the navel, where she tries to moan, but instead gasps with pleasure because I've finally allowed my hands to play and they are in between her thighs. My mouth continues its travels until I can smell what my hands have only hinted at; my wife's vagina, engorged with arousal and moist with her own juices.