'Good god, she's beautiful', was my last thought, before closing my eyes.
Every breath was her.
The cotton material touched my lower lip, and for an instant I stopped breathing. For an instant; a beautiful tragedy.
She moved so slowly... or was it just my mind that moved in slow motion?
I exhaled, and I felt the warmth of my own breath reflected back. My lip pressed into the soft cushion of her covered mound.
I inhaled again, and when I tasted her scent in my mouth, my heart beat a little faster. I exhaled a shuddered breath.
She pressed further and met my upper lip.
My mind stopped working. I wanted to do nothing and everything at once.
She raised herself slightly, barely grazing the skin of my lips.
"Tell me a story," she said softly, with an enticing combination of confidence and vulnerability. She moved her hips in such a way that her mound rolled my lower lip down and then released. "Lips."
She shifted up and forward just long enough to indicate her second of three criteria. "Nose."
Upon returning, "Tongue." She lowered herself onto my whole open mouth.