I had to chuckle. "Forgive the levity, but I was sitting here wondering the same thing when you asked that. I would like this to go on and see where it leads. We have not known each other long enough to speak of love, I know, but I am getting used to having you around and I am definitely enamored. We will have some interesting pillow talk tonight", was my careful reply. I had my hand on her thigh and was moving my thumb casually back and forth on it. She seemed to accept that so we danced some more and kissed on the dance floor. Damn, I like her kisses! I found that I liked many things about her. Oh boy, I just might be falling here. The thing is, I don't know that I really want or need that. But she is a really great gal. And we get along so well!
We decided to stroll along the Lido Deck before returning to her cabin and sat on her balcony. It was one of those pristine, clear nights that seem to only be available on the ocean, with a slight ocean breeze and a beautiful full moon. As we sat there I found my hand naturally caressing her left breast and trying to find the nipple beneath her clothing. When she just slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders and unhooked her bra from its front clasp. She set the bra on the deck and all without interrupting the flow of soft spoken words about nothing. My hands now had free play of her breasts and there was nothing urgent, neither in my caresses nor in her response. This was intimacy, not sex. Oh, there was the faint promise, but it was a far off thing. We shared kisses and again with intimacy not urgency.
I don't know how long we sat there, but she stood and took my hand to lead me to the bedroom. There with that same moon shining upon us we stood face to face and undressed. I kissed her again. And again it was without insistence, but this time with a more defined promise. As we embraced, I stroked her back and gently rubbed the cheeks of her firm behind. She arched her back slightly pushing her pelvis closer to mine. We weren't showing hunger for each other, we eagerly loved each other. We were making love.
I was lost in her beautiful eyes. Did I mention that they were a greenish, gold flecked hazel? I think I must have. I whispered of her eyes and her ears, which I was nibbling on. I whispered of her tanned shoulders as I kissed them and the delightfulness of her neck when my exploring lips found the hollow between shoulder and neck. My travels took me down to her succulent breasts. Her nipples were reddish brown and dime sized which I enjoyed very much and from her moans she seemed to like my ministrations. I played around them and licked the silver dollar aureoles. I nipped around both breasts, eliciting more of her contented moans of pleasure. I straightened to kiss her tender lips and led her to the bed. As she lay on her back I sunk to my knees on the floor beside her and continued to kiss, lick and suck my way around her breasts before initiating the exploration of the rest of the temple of love she offered for my enjoyment. I was intent on making it her delight. I tongued and kissed my way to her navel where I tickled her with my probing as I passed so slowly by to continue the tour. When I reached her Mons my mouthing altered course for her thighs which I examined with some intensity using the silky highway of their tops to make my way to her knees and then down the inside of her calves to her charming feet which were licked and her toes individually sucked and tongued before returning to the delights of her legs, this time on the inner surface. As my succulent travels brought me to the tender V that marked the beginning of her sex her thighs parted wider. I sought out and lapped at the prominent outer lips with lips, teeth and tongue. I did not enter the valley on this trip.
My hands were enjoying the fun as they caressed her pert breasts, tweaking and gently pulling her nipples. With one hand fondling those love globes, the other was free to join the festivities around her love nubbin. It began to trace circular patterns in the skin of her inner thighs as my tongue was tracing similar patterns around the outer lips of that glen of sexual delights. Finally I let my tongue enter that vale and taste of the fruit juices lurking there. I plumbed the hidden depths and sought entrance into that enticing tunnel of a thousand delights.
My mind began to think in more earthy terms as I became more and more aroused. Her moans and low words that were unintelligible were making me harder and harder. My playing with her pussy was doing its thing too. I stuck my tongue into her honey pot and twisted and lapped and probed and enjoyed. My cock was scraping her thigh and as I slid lower to settle in for my feast it left a trail of pre-cum down the inside of that thigh. My hands were roaming all over her tits and Mons and stomach. I slowly licked up toward her clit. I gave it a quick tongue flick and retreated. Then returned for another quick flick and again retreated. I entered her with first one finger, then two and finally three. I tried to find her "G" spot with my fingers. I twisted and turned and stroked while my tongue played the minute waltz over much of her dripping valley. My tongue found that tasty button more and more often. Just darting in to tease and leaving. Finally I sucked it in my mouth and played that minute waltz on it until I felt her just begin to stiffen before I beat a hasty retreat. My fingers rested and my kisses were on her thighs and outer lips once again.
When her breathing had lessened its haste and she began to relax I began a slow, but insistent probing into her and my tongue found that delicious valley once again, only to do a repeat performance. Once, twice I brought her to the brink. Three times and a fourth. She was near hysteria with her need and I wanted to make love to her the best I could. This wasn't a fuck. This was loving.
