Without thought or purpose beyond her body, I dropped to my knees and spread her thighs, tracing the flesh with eager fingertips. A ravenous desire swept through me, and I opened my mouth to appease it, dragging my tongue along the path my fingers had taken, drawing her in with a sweep of salt and sensuality. And with every drag of my tongue, she rose, thighs tight, hips bucking. But I gave her no reprieve. Instead I drove her on, eyes closed, my purpose singular. And I was rewarded in full. With a hard pull of my tongue and the shift of my chin, she came like thunder, a cry on her lips and a tremor of her body against mine.

The moment she eased, I broke the connection to stand and unfastened my belt.

She reached for me, bringing herself to sit with what looked like all her strength, and when I was free of my pants, I filled her arms, met her lips in a kiss of desperation and desire, her tongue sweeping my lips to taste herself there.

Her hand slid down my chest, around her thigh locked to my waist, to close around the length of me and guide me to her heat. The shock of sensation forced an instinctive flex. A second, and I filled her, not stopping until I could go no further.

Forehead to forehead, nose to nose, breath to breath, neither of us moved, not for a long moment stacked with thudding heartbeats. And then she kissed me, and there was no choice to be made.

A roll of my hips, a grinding wave, her lips on mine, her hands on my face. I pulled her thigh until my arm cradled her shin, her knee at my shoulder, opening her up to give me room. And I took that space, filled it up. Everything about her was an exploration, her body, her mind, the enigma of her demanding. Commanding. I didn’t want to lose the feeling, the sheer devotion and understanding of her rareness. I wanted to appreciate her with the wholeness I felt, the reckless game we played muted in that moment. There was only her and me and the exotic feeling of discovery.

With every thrust, my awareness shrank, receding like the shoreline before a hurricane. But with the whisper of my name and the pulse of her drawing me deeper, there was no holding on. Only abandon as the storm surged, and I was lost without a care, swept away and erased for a long, weightless moment.

We came down on the wave, bodies and lips and hands slowing but not stopping. Just slipping into a languid, lazy kiss that required the sum of us to complete. And we obliged.