Looking down at her face, her eyes closed so that her lashes lay in crescents against her cheeks, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, he was overcome by a feeling of tenderness the likes of which he'd never known. She looked so small beneath him, vulnerable, but so open and trusting, and he thought suddenly that perhaps the secret a woman had in binding a man to her was in this vulnerability, in her defenselessness when receiving a man into her body..... She wriggled then impatiently, breaking into his brief reverie, putting her hands on his back, trying to pull him into her, and as he eased himself inside her, he bent his head down and kissed her rose ***** lips, sliding his tongue against hers. When he was fully inside her, he felt the tight sheath of her pussy contract around his throbbing cock and he held perfectly still for an instant, savoring the moment, wishing to prolong the marvel forever..... He withdrew smoothly and then pushed in again, trying to go slowly, fighting for control, but she drew him into a quicker, more urgent rhythm, her fingertips digging into his back. Neither of them was aware of anything else save the hunger, the clamor of their bodies for that pure, orgasmic assuagement, and together they reached for it, stretching, thrusting, rocking together in the sweetest music of all, the music that rose and fell, sang and wept. He murmured to her, telling her how good, how good she felt, and she twisted beneath him, orgasm overcoming her once again, and she cried out, the thin, sharp cry of a vixen, wild and sweet, with its little rising sob at the end. Senseless with sensation, she released her hold about his shoulders and reached blindly above her head to grasp the brass bars of the headboard. Her hips shifted beneath him and he felt her legs twining again about his waist. So close himself to cumming, he rose up on his arms, holding himself above her, the new leverage allowing him to thrust harder, deeper. Her pussy pulsed around his driving cock, quick little pulls like a miniature heartbeat, and she cried out "Fuck me, oh, yes, fuck me, fuck me....." Sinking into her with each stroke was like plunging into a blissfully warm lake on a starry, summer's night, and in a flash the ecstasy was upon him, boiling up from deep in his groin, and he plunged into her one last time, his entire body stiffening and straining as his cum erupted inside her with all the convinces of nature, and a wrenching sound that was half roar, half groan escaped his throat, he was cumming, cumming, cumming........The release was so great his arms seemed to give way and he collapsed on top of her, his panting mouth pressed once more into her the softness of her bosom. He rested there, feeling the quick patter of her heartbeat beneath his lips, and a fine, deep calm came over him, where nothing moved, where the universe was still. Her arms came down from the headboard to curl around him and she sighed mightily, replete, sated. They lay there in the dim light and the quiet music, warm and soothing, eddied in the air around them. 'Before this moment,' he thought, 'I have been sleeping, senseless. Now, no longer.' A long, sweet time later when their respiration had slowed to near-normal, he rolled them onto their sides, needing to see her face, wanting her to speak. Her lips were curved into a serene smile, her forehead and cheeks flushed with deep rose, and at last her lashes flickered and the tip-tilted lids opened, revealing her sea-water eyes. She gazed lovingly at him, and raised her pinkie finger to his face to trace delicately the line of his strong nose, his fine chin. Her lips parted and he waited, breathless, for her to speak. "Hi," she said. "Lovely to meet you."

He noticed that, beneath the garter belt she wore, the black panties tied, in bows, at her hips on either side. He placed gentle sucking kisses along the inside of one thigh, working his way to her hip. He grasped one of the tie strings with his teeth and tugged at it, loosening the bow so he could drag the panties down her thighs, leaving the suspenders and stockings in place. Then her pussy was there before him. Framed in loose auburn curls were moist lips, pouting open, dewey, her pussy a precious shell-pink colored jewel, the bud of her clit a shade darker, beautiful, beautiful. He bent his head to it, kissing the slick, honeyed lips, his senses inflamed by the taste of her, the peachy-vanilla perfume of her. He licked out his soft tongue and probed the delicate folds, sliding his hands under her ass to hold her more firmly to his mouth. She moaned softly, her hips undulating, pushing and writhing against his mouth. He stiffened his tongue and slid it smoothly, deeply into her, fucking her with it, stroke, stroke, stroke; then he withdrew and lashed at her swollen clit with it. He felt the mounting tension in her body, knew she was again close to orgasm, and was overwhelmed himself with need, his cock at maximum hardness, throbbing against his leg. He ground his tongue into her clit, licking it up and down, side to side, then he closed his lips around it and sucked strongly, his tongue swirling over it.
She thrust herself against his mouth again, again, again, a wail rising from her throat as her body convulsed in pulses of delight, and she tensed, arching her body yet higher, legs trembling uncontrollably, her fingers gripped tightly in his hair.
Gently he disengaged from her then moved swiftly and lithely, rising over her to press the length of his body to hers. Wrapping his arms around her, her thighs falling eagerly open to him, he slid his cock up and down, up and down in the hot valley of her slit, spreading the wetness, gauging her readiness.
 

Using her lips and tongue, she slid his foreskin down and up, down and up, fnally allowing him to push forward into her mouth, taking a fraction of an inch more with each down-stroke of her head. He plunged his hands into her luxuriant hair, cradling her head as she sucked him. She varied her speed and pressure, bearing down almost painfully one moment then releasing him suddenly to nibble at the excruciatingly tender underside of his cock before drawing him back in, deep, deep. Panting, his eyes squeezed shut convulsively, he thrust forward, his legs trembling and his heart pounding as he felt the exquisite pressure in his balls, building, building, building, a dizzying maelstrom of the most intense pleasure he'd ever experienced, and then he was crying out hoarsely as his orgasm slammed into him like a wrecking ball and his cum erupted into her mouth, a scalding fountain which she accepted, gulped down, sucking greedily until she'd got every last drop he could offer her. His head thrown back, eyes sqeezed shut, hands still in her hair, he drew in a great breath of air and let it out slowly, all tension fading, lassitude warming him from fingers to toes and inward. She was suckling him gently now, tenderly, but his cockhead was super-sensitive and he hissed in another breath and withdrew from her lips. She giggled delightedly, the sound a soft tickle of air. He bent down to her and took her forearms, drawing her back onto the bed, and cuddling her close to him, he rubbed noses with her affectionately and then opened his eyes. Her clear, luminous eyes were gazing back at him, her green into his hazel, her mouth smiling, and he placed a kiss of abounding content and thanks on her sweet lips. As he nuzzled her ear he let his hands begin to roam over her body, sliding beneath her wealth of hair to stroke her back, down to cup the cheeks of her delectable ass and pull her closer still. He could feel the heat of her, her building urgency as she pressed her breasts into his chest, her pelvis seeking his tumescent cock. He dragged his lips over the soft skin of her shoulder, his tongue creeping out to taste her collarbone. Her hands took hold of his head and guided him, dragging his mouth to her breasts. He kissed the soft mounds through the chemise and bra, then with quick and gentle purpose he slid both garments over her head, his mouth loathe to leave her for even a second. Her bare breasts were a wonderment, oh, so very soft-fleshed and plump, the aureolae the size of silver dollars, nipples crinkled into hard points. With a groan he pressed his mouth to one, then the other, kissing, sucking, nibbling, biting. With a little cry she clasped him closer, kicking her shoes off, her legs wrapping about his waist so she could grind her yearning pussy against his thickening cock. He could have suckled at her breasts forever, but he felt her need for release growing, so with a last lap of his tongue he released her nipple and licked down her soft belly, marveling anew at the fineness of her ivory skin. He freed himself from the soft vise of her legs and slid lower, his face still pressed into her stomach, saying "Mmmmmmmm" as he inhaled the sweet baby powder scent of her. Moving further down, his lips met with the barrier of the lacy panties, bypassed them, and he ecstatically pressed his face into the juncture of her thighs. She squirmed against him, a plea wrung from her: ".....oh, please....oh, please...." He kissed her pussy through the silken panty crotch, letting his tongue probe at the edges, then slipped his tongue under one edge, inside, touching damp, wiry, soft pubic hair. The touch of his questing tongue sent a tremor through her body and he heard beneath the music the sigh of her pleasure. Her hips arched up, her fingers clutching at his hair, and he bit into the panty crotch, softly, with his lips, and he became aware of her head rolling helplessly side to side as she moaned out loud, her body shivering, gooseflesh breaking out on her skin, quaking, cumming, a wave rising, cresting for an aching endless moment, then crashing over her, engulfing her, whirling her about in dizzy throes of pleasure. And this was only the beginning.

Theirs was not the typical first meeting, but then there was nothing typical about either one of them. They were a man and a woman, strangers, yet lovers. They had never touched, never kissed, never stood together in the same room, but in their hearts and minds they were as bound together as a couple married throughout eternity. They knew that when they came together physically for the first time, it would be a momentous and unique occasion.....
He had received the call at noon. She was there. She had arrived and, as planned, got herself from the airport to the hotel and was there waiting for him.
"Come now." That was all she'd said.
During the ten minute cab ride to the hotel he had time to ponder just what it was they were doing, but he pondered nothing, thinking only "Finally...finally."
She'd left a room key at the concierge's desk as promised. He realized as he strode towards her room that he was terrified. His heart was slamming against his chest wall like a bird trying to escape through the glass of a closed window, his nerves thrumming like a livewires as he stood before her door and slipped the key into the lock. When he opened the door into the dimly lit room and saw her perched on the high bed his fear and nervousness vanished like nightmares do at break of day.
They stared at one another for a long, breathless moment. She had dressed up for him. Her short lace chemise was of some opaque black material, figured in roses, edged with delicate pale pink lace. Beneath it he could see a scant black bra cupping the sweet swell of her breasts. Another scrap of black lace served as panties, and cinched around her waist were black with-pink-lace-edged suspenders attached to sheer black stockings. Shiny black strappy sandals with impossibly high heels cradled her feet. A long lock of hair hung over one shoulder, curling down the whiteness of her arm like a stream of molten copper on moonlit snow. Even in the faint lamplight he could see the lambent turquoise of her eyes, set beneath delicately arched brows in a fine, intelligent, gentle face. As she gazed back at him her coral-kissed lips curved in a slow smile.
Soft piano music was playing somewhere in the room, and above it she said, quietly but clearly, "Take off your clothes."
She leaned back on the bed pillows as he complied, watching him with her cat's eyes as he hurried out of shoes, socks, jeans, shirt. He was already visibly excited, his hardened cock straining against his boxers. He hesitated with his hands slipped in the waistband of his shorts, looked at her questioningly, and she said, "Yes. Those too."
He tugged the boxers over his hard-on, and it slapped sharply against his belly. She held out her hand to him and in three steps he was beside the bed and she took hold of his cock, drawing him down onto the duvet beside her.
He folded her into his arms and his lips found hers as easily and naturally as if they'd kissed countless times before. He heard/felt something catch in her throat, a little gasp, and her lips parted beneath his own and he felt the tip of her tongue. Her fingertips were moving over him lightly, warm butterfly caresses on his cheeks, his neck, his chest. Searing excitement tore through him, a flash fire, and he feared he would cum, just feeling her silky, sinuous tongue twining around his. Seeming to sense his urgency, she made a purring sound and drew her mouth away. She moved out of his arms and, drawing him around to face her on the edge of the bed, she slipped down onto the floor on her knees, settling herself between his open thighs.
She smiled up at him fleetingly, then clasped her arms around his waist, laying her silken head against his belly. He groaned as he felt his cock nudging against her springy breasts, and shivered as her tongue flicked into his belly button. It lingered there a moment, testing, tasting, then swept down to the edge of his pubic hair. His cock was then pressed against her cheek, and she rubbed against it sensuously, the way a cat will arch itself against an affectionate hand. Cupping and caressing his balls in her hands, she ran her tongue along the length of his cock, base to tip, pausing when she reached the fold of foreskin which just covered the head. Tenderly she took his cock head between her lips, and tightening them around him just slightly, she tugged backwards, drawing his foreskin completely over the head. He groaned, wanting to thrust forward into that heated wetness, but she stayed him and held him just inside her lips. Using the tiniest bit of pressure, she held his foreskin in place and began to work her tongue inside the folds to swirl it around and over his heated glans. She swiped her tongue-tip over the slit, licking up the salty-sweet pre-cum that pearled forth. Electric shocks pulsed through his body and he groaned out, long and low, "Ohhhhhh, God......."