She is a work of art, causing him to regret not having the drawing skills of Degas or the sculpting skills of Maillol.
Now she's lying naked upon his bed in candle light.
He adores her. He adores every inch of her long, lithe body. He kisses her wherever his lips can reach, her mouth, neck, shoulders, underarms, perfect tits, the tiny rounded grace of her belly, the swell of her womanly hips, her soft, hairy pubis and nether lips. She's a goddess and he worships her with his mouth and tongue.
He adores licking her sweet, clean asshole, pushing in as far as he can go and licking around the sphincter's sides, stretching it. He adores the feeling of its clinging flesh on his lips as he kisses it full on, sucking it, licking it, sucking and licking. He adores the soft sounds she makes when he does it, the feel of her rounded cheeks as his large hands stretch her open, watching her rosebud wink, savoring the taste of its slick, rounded folds.
He'd fucked it several times in the earlier days of their relationship; it was heaven. In context, though, it was no more heaven than her delightfully slippery cunt within whose embrace he'd spent cumulative hours, even days (maybe weeks) in sweet and salacious bliss. Fucking her ass wasn't better...just different. And naughtier. And for some time now, at least, it had had the allure of the forbidden. All of that made his dick hard.
It wasn't that she didn't like it. When he'd fucked her, she'd cum over and over, time and time again, neither of them touching her clit, just pure, earth-shattering anal orgasms. It had surprised and delighted him; no previous lover had even come close to enjoying it that much. She had loved it and shivered in delight when he held her after he'd spurted deep into her beautiful butt and held her spooning, pubes to ass, with his cock still well up her backside. No, she loved it in so many ways.
But she told him that anal penetration threw her digestion off for days. Certainly not something he wants to do to her, to cause her angst or discomfort; his every wish (but one) is to give her pleasure. She told him, also, that someday they would lie that way again, that she would allow him entrance to that particular portal of pleasure, that he would again slide head, shoulders and all his cock's length into that hot, tight circle of her sexuality, until his balls kiss the stretched-out skin of her anus, lying again in the most intimate coupling he has ever experienced.
