You and Me
     Arousing you was easy, but deliciously slow.  We sit now 
on the bed, nude, lightly embraced, my lips on your shoulder, 
kissing, my hands on your back, caressing.  I can feel your 
breath, soft and shuddering, in my ear, your nipples, 
stiffening, pressing into my chest.  I kiss you again, 
carefully, lightly on the lips.  I kiss you again, a little 
deeper, but no less gently, tasting you, the warmth and 
wetness of your mouth.  
     "Lie back," I whisper.
     Slowly you slide back from my arms, laying back on the 
bed.  My hands continue their caresses as you move, going 
carefully from your back to your front, maintaining constant, 
touching motions over your skin.  You settle back into the 
bed.  
     My hands move lightly over you, tracing the lines of 
your face, the swell of your breasts, the curves of your hips 
and surface of your stomach, and the tips of your nipples.  
You shudder at the touches, almost as if chilled, and a moan 
and sigh escapes your lips.   
     When one hand strays close to your mouth, your eyes 
close and you capture a finger with your lips.  It seems to 
disappear into your mouth, half of its own volition, half of 
yours.  The heat and wetness of your mouth on my finger is 
exquisite, the sensation of your moving tongue on this one 
small part of me remarkable.  The look on your face betrays 
the pleasure you take in this simple act.  
     
     All the while my eyes are fixed on you, aware of every 
breath, every motion.  I feel you under my hands and 
fingertips smooth, warm in some places, genuinely hot in 
others.  The feel of you is like no other.  No surface, no 
fabric, so object, no substance feels like you.  Another 
depth of pleasure is found in knowing these parts.  I can 
feel your heat, your flesh, your blood, your excitement 
moving, beating, living under my fingers.  They feel as if 
they float on the surface of some delicious, flowing liquid, 
yielding to and at the same time pressing back against my 
touches.  
     I carefully withdraw my finger from your mouth, both 
hands on the sides of your face, caressing back down your 
body.  You moan; half disappointed in response; your eyes 
still shut.  You squirm lightly. 
     "Shhhhhh" I say slowly, not a request for silence, but a 
gentle utterance to comfort you.  "Relax, just relax.  Just 
accept this for you.  This is for you."  I punctuate this 
with a kiss on top of your belly button, accented playfully 
with my tongue swirling into it.  You giggle lightly at the 
touch, then let out a deep breath and seem to settle deeper 
into the bed.  
     I rest my head lightly on you, just above your hips.  
The feel of your skin against my face is wonderful.  I can 
hear your heart beating strongly above me, and I'm aware of 
how deep, and excited your breathing has become.  
     I can't see my hands as they've moved down your legs, 
stroking lightly back and forth up and down the outsides of 
your thighs.  Each stroke down a little further, reaching 
down to your calves.  My hands reach under them, lightly 
kneading the firm flesh, caressing up and down.  
     I lift my head up, giving another kiss to your skin, 
just before looking up fully.  The side of my face is hot, 
and lightly moist with perspiration, yours and mine, from 
being pressed against you.  
     My hands are now squeezing both your feet, massaging 
them.  I look back up at you again.  I smile.  Your eyes are 
closed; you seem lost in a dream.  "Relax," I say again 
gently, perhaps unnecessarily, you may not be able to see my 
smile, but the look on your face suggests that you can feel 
it.  
     I slowly move my hands apart, bringing your feet with 
them, opening you.  I put your feet down on the bed, your 
legs slightly bent and open.  I can see you glistening.  I 
lean forward into to you, laying on my stomach as I move 
between your legs.  My hands again on your calves, working 
back up.  
     A slow sighing moan escapes your lips, perhaps because 
you can feel the heat of my skin of my face, as I can feel 
the heat of the skin of your thighs.  
     My hands rest on your knees, and as I press them down, 
lightly, turning the insides of your thighs up, I turn my 
head, kissing one side of your thighs, gently, wetly, and on 
the other thigh as well.  Your legs quiver slightly at the 
kisses, and almost shake when I kiss them again, this time 
opening my mouth wide, and allowing my tongue to circle on 
your skin.  My hands and fingers are on the insides of your 
thighs, holding them open with no more than gentle caresses 
with my palms and fingertips.  
     Your pleasure is like sunlight at this point, above and 
in front me, radiating down like a summer sunrise, with its 
easy light heat and a promise of a deep heat later in day.  
My own pleasure is like basking in that sun, drinking in its 
warmth on my skin.  
     I stop for just a second.  "Just enjoy.  I want you to 
take your time.  Nothing has to go any faster than you want.  
Just let it all just happen."
     I move up a little, slowly, gingerly.  I take one more 
kiss, very close to the top of your thigh, wetness and heat 
against my cheek.  I give one more gentle urging to relax and 
I turn my head up.  My lips part slowly, and I stretch my 
neck up a little.  I taste you even before I touch you.  
     My lips feel the edges of you, as your thighs surround 
my head.  I move my head up and down, tracing the my lips on 
yours with the lightest of touches, again uttering, "relax", 
"enjoy" and "let it happen" against you, as if trying to put 
the words into your body.  My hands reach under the crooks 
under your knees, and lightly stroke at the outsides of your 
hips.  You shudder, and moan, "Please!" with an odd relaxed 
urgency.  
     My tongue parts your lips, taking its first genuine 
taste of you,  your wetness and taste seeming to send a 
charge through me.  I restrain and impulse just to devour you 
madly, greedily.  Instead I move my tongue gently up and 
down, feeling along the length of your lips, taking careful 
note of every curve, and dip.  
     I  measure your pleasure with the light shudders of your 
body mixed with your moans and sighs.  I continue patiently, 
waiting until you seem to settle into a relaxed rhythm that 
matches the strokes of my tongue, and the breeze of my 
breathing against you.  All the while I feel something 
building within you, layer by layer step by step.

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  If it 
could be said that I were laying the foundations for this, I 
do it in careful, measured steps, stopping at each point 
along the way to see if everything fits correctly, and 
perhaps polishing a bit, or caressing something into place.  
     You utter, "Please!" again with a delightful breathless 
quality in your voice.   With my eyes looking up as far as 
they can without moving my head, I can see just over the rise 
of your body.  I can see you slowly writhing and undulating.  
I reach up with my hands, under your legs, making them bend a 
little more, rising slightly higher to permit my hands to 
move up.  The caress over the edge of your waist and sides, 
spreading out and massaging the front of you as my tongue 
continues its gentle actions, as if trying to urge and 
control some current within you.  
     I shift my body up a little, getting even closer now.  I 
tip my head up, never breaking contact though, allowing my 
tongue to move all the way to the tops of your lips as my 
mouth parts open a little wider.  
     My mouth covers you now.  Your flesh, hot and wet, seems 
so relaxed against my face that I can pull it into my mouth 
with my lips with very little effort.  My lips and my tongue 
circle and caress around your clit, only occasionally 
drifting very lightly across it to test where your excitement 
and pleasure lies, to ensure that I'm applying a little more 
than enough, but never too much.  
     That which seems to be building in you rises again.  I 
temper and slow my touches and licks, and kisses, allowing 
you to enjoy the building, as well as the result.  I move 
back down into your lips again, carefully slowly, feeling how 
the pleasure there works for you as well, perhaps not as 
quickly, strongly, or suddenly, but slower, more even 
pleasure, like a pull of cool water on a hot day, before some 
final exertion.  
     It's then that I recognize the need.  With a muffled, 
"take it slowly" on your flesh, I move my head up again, 
working again, slowly but earnestly.   I hear you crying out, 
moaning loudly.  I need my hands with pressure from my neck 
and face to hold your hips still enough so that I don't loose 
contact with you.  I feel you riding a curve, rising on it.  
I'm careful to map it as I go along.  There's a pause, spent 
by my lips, mouth and hands gently caressing you, patiently, 
carefully, confident in an eventuality.  
     I feel a pulse move through you, and your body seems to 
almost heave away from me by some irresistible force.  I hear 
you cry out in a long drawing moan, that sounds as if some 
pressure in you had been released as was surging through you.  
     I keep my mouth on you, no longer moving as eagerly, 
just trying to maintain a warm comfortable presence on your 
body.  I can feel you surging under my lips and tongue 
though.  Occasionally I do lick, kiss, and tongue, as if 
trying to channel this current through you, and directing it 
to continue as long as possible, drawing it out.  
     I shift back just a little, smiling, perhaps devilishly.  
My face is soaked, and the smell of you seems to fill me.  I 
kiss the inside of your thighs again, warmly, comfortingly.  
I hear you laughing lightly above me.  You say something 
includes the word "marvelous" in it.  I am listening, but my 
attention is focused on another sense, not of touch, sight or 
sound.  I'm concentrating very carefully on timing.  
     You protest mildly as my face moves onto your body 
again; they fade as my lips find you again, and my tongue 
tastes you again.  It's not uncommon to find something that 
you're looking for to find another one right behind it.  
     Your moans and sighs are at once new and at the same 
time familiar to me, just as the feel of my mouth, lips and 
tongue must feel to you.  I'm sucking a little more strongly 
now.  My hands are working a little more earnestly, stifling 
those last protests and pulling you up from any settling you 
may have done.  You're louder now, freer, moving without 
hesitation.  In and odd way you're more coherent, offering 
urgings and directions to that which you crave the most, like 
returning to some treasured getaway, knowing what to look at 
and what to savor.  With relish and delight I take your 
directions, accenting the actions with my own ideas, caresses 
of my hands, flutterings of my tongues, and perhaps an ever 
so gentle nibbling a little of my teeth.  
     Soon though, you're not speaking again.  I hear you 
moan, and cry, the pleasure in them as palpable as wind.  
It's building again within you.  Stronger this time, deeper, 
I can feel it filling you.  The sense of its presence above 
is nothing short of awesome.  I wonder if I could contain the 
sheer force of it, and wonder further if I should even dare 
try!  
     You curse this time, as you nearly explode against you.  
Your whole body jerks away from me almost as if you were 
convulsing.  You writhe against the bed, almost thrashing.  
My face is no longer on you.  Which maybe just as well, you 
maybe sensitive beyond a point of pain now, and pain is the 
last thing that I want for you.  Besides, I have yet one more 
way of accenting your pleasure now, that I myself need as 
much as you.  
     I move up the bed quickly.  This time tears are 
streaming down your face, and you seem to be sobbing.  I 
scoop you up in my arms, enveloping you.  Your head quickly 
finds its way onto my shoulder, as my hands caress and stroke 
your back.  
     Your body shudders against me, in time with your sobs.  
I feel one of your tears drip onto my shoulder and roll down 
my back.  I hold you tight.  The heat of your quivering body 
a wonderful sensation.  
     I have this brief fear that I may have done too much, 
that I may have actually hurt you.  That fear is silenced as 
the raw intensity of your pleasure subsides, like a flood 
receding, leaving in its wake fresh and fertile ground.  The 
gentle heat and passion of your kisses on serve to confirm 
this.
     I'm hugging you again, my face buried against you.  The 
scent of your hair mixing with everything else.  
     "All for you my, Darling.   All that I feel for you," I 
say intensely against you.  And now you feel my tear on your 
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