"Have a sip of beer," said the most exciting man in the world softly, "you've got cum all over your mouth!"
They laughed joyously and she took the brown beer mug which he held out to her and drank gratefully, the bitter, foamy lager obliterating the acrid taste of semen burning in her throat.
"It's perfect!" she thought exultantly. Happiness surged through her body, and the yellow haze of the afternoon sun poured through the window, casting dappled light onto the copper-coloured counterpane, and making the countless minute hairs on his torso iridescent with gold. She worshipped him.
He was not blond, but dark. His skin, even without the sun, was tawny. Now, bathed in sunlight, it glowed brown. His hair was thick, mahogany coloured, falling softly to his ears and across his forehead. A nautical beard, crisp and black, was caught by the sun, revealing occasional strands of burnished red and blond. His eyes were a deep dark brown, and his lips were finely shaped, widening into a puckish smile beneath his moustache. She passed the beer mug back to him and watched him drink deeply, his throat pulsating as he swallowed.
They lay down again together, murmuring to one another, touching each other's bodies lightly in the fulfilment of their lovemaking. Drowsily, her face buried against his neck and shoulder, their bodies cocooned in warmth beneath the sun-dappled counterpane, she remembered it all, drew it inside herself, consolidated it so that it became part of her.
It had been early afternoon when she had tapped lightly on his door and let herself into his flat. Calling softly to him she closed and locked the door behind her, shutting out the world and all its unreal demands. He lay on the bed, the cover thrown carelessly across his body, which was surrounded by the books and papers he had been working on. Holding out one hand to her, his lips and eyes lit up with warmth, he moved everything to the far side of the bed and pulled her down to him. As their lips touched, the familiar flame leapt through her. His tongue flickered inside her mouth and the glow which had burst into life deep inside her spread down through her limbs and up to her fingertips. Her fingers brushed through his hair, feeling its silky crackle. They moved lightly, touching his arms, his chest, then down over his belly, until they alighted for the briefest moment on his cock. Already fiercely erect and proud, and so beautiful that it brought a lump to her throat, it thrust itself upwards, proclaiming:
"Here I am -- all yours!"
She touched it again with her fingers, just below the bulbous head. He gasped and his hips strained up toward her.
She stood up and quickly removed her clothing. He did not move but gazed up at her, his eyes locking with her own. The shyness that she always felt when offering him her naked body, melted away as she read and returned his look. A fire was burning deep inside her. Its heat pulsated at her throat, brought tears to her eyes and reduced her hips and the insides of her thighs to a molten state.
She knelt before him and he pulled her forward onto the bed. With a soft cry, she buried her face against him, kissing his chest, running her lips down his stomach, brushing them with the lightest of touches against his cock - his beautiful cock!. He moaned with joy, holding her head in place and lifting his hips to meet her. Her tongue flickered now, firm and pointed, over the silky-smooth tip to catch the droplets of juice weeping from the slit, tasting him, swirling around the head, and down its cleft, over the taut bowstring that always made him gasp when she touched it.
Every particle of her body wanted him, ached for him to thrust that wondrous cock inside her so that she was possessed by him, consumed by him and he by her. Simultaneously they turned, she onto her back, he onto his side. Her thighs parted, but he did not move over her. He moved up the bed, toward her head and she instantly knew what he desired.
