A pulse of heat shoots through her as he touches her breast, and the sensitive aureole, and she feels a desire for him not felt for any other. As he manipulates and teases, she runs her dainty hands through his hair, pressing him closer to her chest, and lightly drags her nails across this strong back, occasionally scratching harder as a particularly intense bolt of sensation courses through her small frame. He has started a fire deep within her, one that can be quenched with neither water nor magic, but can only be satisfied by increasing attentions. She can tell his desire is rising as well, and judging by the rigidness she feels in his breeches, it is a desire to match her own. She lets out a moan of desire and longing as she feels his hand slowly creeping down to the drawstring of her breeches, which he undoes quickly. He stops his manipulation of her breast to gently, but quickly, rid her of the rest of her clothing.
There she lay on the mattress, bare, in all her beautiful glory. She hides nothing from him, and he loves her for it. He slowly begins to slid his hands up her leg, from her ankles up to the juncture of her thighs, then back down to her knees. He lets his fingers dance over her smooth, soft skin, once again teasing. He tickles the inside of her thighs, and she almost chokes on a giggle that transforms into a moan when she feels his lips replace his fingers. Light butterfly kisses travel their way from her knee, up her thigh, then stop short of the place where she wants to feel it the most, the source of the fire. He switches, and does the same thing to her other thigh, then begins licking her upper thigh and the crease where they join her body. The fire builds higher and higher, until she can no longer stand it, and as just she opens her mouth to tell him, demand him, to beg him, she feels his tongue part her outer lips and taste her sweetness. A light touch, barely began, yet she arches her back as a lightening bolt shoots throughout her body, and her toes curl to the point of pain. Yet she notices not, for the sensations he gives her block out everything else.
Now he begins in earnest, and opens her flower with one hand while his tongue lightly flicks the super sensitive nub near the top, and his other hand enters her most sacred of places, and she would have it no other way. Well...... maybe. But for now, she delights in the feelings she experiences. She now has her hands twined in his long, flowing hair, and is almost pressing him further into her flower. He continues to flick the nub, while occasionally sucking on it, and his fingers keep a steady rhythm, even when her hips begin to rise off the bed, although he does begin to pick up the pace. Now she is pressing him to her, and pulling his hair as well. And as her hands curl into fists, a second bolt, more intense than the first, courses through her, so intense she can no longer endure his attentions in that manner. By the hair she hauls him up, face to face, and whispers in a breathy voice, "Now. I need it now!"
Not wanting to disappoint, he obeys, and after placing his rod at the opening of her flower, slides in with one graceful movement. Once again, to her amazement, she feels a slightly less intense sensation run its way through her. He waits patiently for her to become accustomed to him, enjoying the feeling of being engulfed in her silky folds. Once her body relaxes, he sense he can begin, and starts a rhythm he can keep up for hours. But the fire inside cannot be denied, and she wants more. She wants it all, now, she will have it. In one swift motion, she rolls him onto his back, and rides upon him as if he were a magnificent stallion. Up and down, she rides, occasionally stopping to grind down upon him. He reaches up to play with her nipples, gently at first, but with more intensity as he feels her dig her nails into his thigh. He twists and pulls, and she moans louder each time. She is flying up and down, lost in the feelings. Then, just as suddenly as before, she lays down on him and rolls over, putting him on top again. He knows the moment is soon, as she claws his back to the point of drawing blood. And then, then fire flares, and she goes rigid, perfectly still. He feels her contract around him, and it is too much for him to bare. He thrusts deep and holds it there, emptying his seed into her flower, and feels her contract again. They remain locked like that for many long seconds, until the strength finally leaves his arms and he collapses atop of her. Many more minutes pass before he withdraws himself from her, and gazes upon her.
To his amazement, she is fast asleep, having spent all her energy. He positions her correctly on the bed, lays down next to her, and kisses her forehead.
"Sleep well, my love," he whispers fondly, then follows her to the land of dreams.
