I walk into your room. It’s lit only by candlelight. The light dances off the walls, making only the area surrounding your bed visible, and even that barely so. The rest of the room seems to resist the light’s advances, leaving it hidden in darkness. You lie on the bed, and as my eyes adjust you come into stunning view. Unlike the room, you openly invite the dancing flickers of light; it seems to consume you. Your hair is strands of gold, your body fine artwork. You arch your back, your hands above your head. I watch the curve of your hips, the goose bumps that break out on your beautiful skin.

My breath quickens, as does my heart. I can feel blood rushing everywhere in my body, I can feel my pores. I feel alive. I stand still as you squirm on the bed, arching your back, your legs slightly spread. You do not speak, do not call to me, though I’m sure you can feel my presence. Your mouth opens, but only to lick your luscious lips, bringing moisture to their arid domain. Your hot breath does not allow your lips to stay moist, though, and your tongue quickly darts out once again. I watch forever. I need nothing else. I have waited a lifetime for this — for you.

After what seems like days, but is actually only minutes, I step closer. I reach for my waist, pulling up on my shirt and sliding it over my head. Parts of me ache for release. My skin tingles. My hands slide down my body, unbuckling my belt, undoing my pants. They slide down my legs to the floor, where they are quickly met by the rest of my clothes. Now as naked as you, I stand at the foot of the bed. You no longer move. My hand moves down, grasping my cock, feeling it throb. It cries for you. It will not get what it wants — yet.

I move to the nightstand, my eyes never leaving you. I watch your breasts heave as you breathe. I grab the baby oil and pop the top. I move back to the foot of the bed and crawl up on it. You instinctively spread your legs, your neatly trimmed pussy exposed for my desperate eyes. I can see that it’s slick with your delicious juices. It glistens. I carefully avoid it as I position myself between your legs, bending your knees slightly. I squirt the oil onto your stomach and up between your breasts. At last I touch you. My hands slide up your stomach, spreading the liquid as they go. They rub your stomach and sides, stopping just below your breasts. More oil drips on your legs, and my now hot hands quickly follow. From your ankles they move up, making your entire legs slippery. Up your inner thigh, coming as close as possible to your nether lips, but not touching them. They slide up your stomach again, more oil, and onto your breasts. Squeezing them, pinching the nipples, rubbing the oil.

You squirm below me, your breath now rapid and hard, your body filled with chills. My hands leave you. Again the oil, but not on you. I squirt the oil on my chest, and it slowly spills downward. My hands find yours as they slide downward, again engulfing my throbbing cock, stroking it slowly as my back arches. I force them down onto my legs, and finally I’m covered in oil. I push your legs down, and again you lie flat on the bed. I get on top of you, as you have done to me so many times. My hands again on your body. Sliding up your sides, finding your breasts. Pinching and flicking at your nipples, making them stand erect, as I do. I push them together and slide my body up to them.

The candlelight makes our slick bodies glow, and I admire you as I slide my cock between your tits, squeezing them around it. My body moves up and down easily, my thumbs tease your nipples as I slide between. I don’t want to speak, I just want you to feel me. As I slide upward, poking for the top of your tits, you raise your head, opening your mouth and taking my head in. I moan, and it is the first noise you have heard from me. I pull back, leaving your mouth. As I get to the bottom, I slowly slide upward again, through your tits and into your mouth. I lick up and down your slit slowly, lightly flicking your clit. You suck on me feverishly, your desire now great. I begin to move faster on you, my tongue licking and flicking at your now throbbing clit. My hands slide under your ass, my fingers to your pussy, parting your lips and entering you slowly, as I continue to work on your clit. You begin to shake and shiver as you reach orgasm. I pull you up so that my face is planted deep inside you, my fingers continuing to probe. You come in waves as I lap up all of you, pulling my prick out of your mouth.

I spin around, sliding down your chest and stomach and positioning myself between your still shaking legs. My hands reach for yours, our fingers entwined as I slide the tip of my cock inside you. You are wet and inviting as just the tip sits inside you. Your fingers grip mine tightly as I tease you. After what seems like an eternity, I thrust inside you, and we become one. I continue to thrust, harder and harder, and I cannot control myself. My mouth dives for yours and I kiss you hard. You can taste the remnants of your orgasm on my tongue, and it excites you. I pound inside you hard, feeling sweat break out on my back. I feel every inch of my body, every muscle, every pore. I throw my head back as I feel the impending explosion.

Then I wake up.