Memories

Laying back on the couch, my mind drifting lazily away, a soft smile
tugs at my lips as random images from the last few weeks come to my
mind. I can feel the beginning stirring of arousal course through my
body at the thought of her writhing beneath my caressing fingers. The
memory of her soft, sweet cries brings a smile to my face and causes a
distinct throbbing ache to pass through my body.

My hands caress my body absently as I picture her in my mind, every inch
of her delectable body imprinted on my fingertips. I can readily recall
the soft, musky scent of her body and the way her subtle sweetness
intensifies as her climax peaks. Stroking myself lightly, I recall the
way she looked the last time I saw her.

Stretched out on the silken comforter of my bed, her long dark hair
gleaming in the soft candlelight as she smiled sweetly. The glow of the
candles cast patches of light and shadow across her skin and my
fingertips had itched to run across the silky smoothness of her body.
Shifting on the bed; an eager, wanton look crossing her face, she had
been impossible to resist. The arousal shone in the depths of her deep
green eyes, and I knew from experience that before long the deep
emerald green would turn to nearly black.

My eyes slowly traveled over her body drinking in the sight of her firm
uplifted breasts, the creamy skin topped off with firm, dusky nipples
of the palest rose. Even as my gaze had passed over them, the taut
peaks grew tighter as if begging for my touch. The satiny skin of her
abdomen shone in the candlelight and I longed to press soft kisses
across it, but still I held back, prolonging the anticipation. My gaze
moved up and down the length of her legs, recalling how smooth and
silky the skin felt under my fingers and lips.

Shifting on the couch, my hands move a little faster as the memory of
her sweet, pleading cries comes to mind, a shiver of arousal passing
through my body. My hips lifting, a low groan escapes me as my mind
continues to run away with me.

Stretching languidly against the silk beneath her naked body she'd
whispered,

"Please."

The low huskiness of her voice with the just the faintest tremble of
anticipation in it had proved impossible to resist. Joining her on the
bed, I had pressed my body closer, my fingertips caressing her body
lightly as I had leaned over and kissed her softly. Her lips had parted
readily, her hands moving to my shoulders as our tongues danced
sensuously against one another. Low moans rose in her throat as my
fingers caressed her breasts gently, pinching the sensitive nipples
between my fingertips and I pressed soft kisses along her neck and
across the hollow of her throat.

Groaning softly, I shifted on the couch, my breath starting to come a
little faster as the sensations continued to run wild in my body.
Closing my eyes once again as the memories of that night flow over me,
my hips press upward unconsciously, my free hand gripping the cushions
tightly.

The soft, sweet cries from her as my tongue explored every inch of her
pussy had nearly been enough to drive me over the edge. The feel of her
satiny body pressing against mine urgently, her silky thighs caressing
my shoulders as her hips quivered beneath my lips all undermined my
control and I could feel the sharp ache of arousal course through my
body.

Flicking my tongue across her clit and suckling on it gently, I felt the
tightening in her thighs; the low, shuddering moan signaling her
approaching climax. Sliding my hands beneath her hips, I slid my tongue
down the satiny fold of her pussy to probe deeply into the warm, wet
opening. Her hands clenched in my hair as the spasms started in her
lower body, a high-pitched scream rising from her as her body writhed
and shook beneath me.

A low moan rises steadily from me as the sensations curling through my
lower body slowly intensify, the need to cum growing by leaps and
bounds as my fingertips press harder, stroking faster. Trembling as the
sensations increase, my body stiffens as a low cry of release escapes
me. Collapsing back against the cushions, I smile lazily, my hand still
absently stroking the soft flesh of my sex. Lifting my hand, the smile
widens as I slowly lick the sweet juices of my pussy from my fingertips
and lay back to await my lover's return.