It was such a tiny thing. A little drop of sweat, perched on the tip of a nipple. Wobbling as she breathed in and out. He was entranced by it. Laying relaxed, head held up by one arm, just staring at that little droplet of moisture at the tip of such a treasure. It bent light, like a magnifying glass or microscope, magnifying the skin a thousandfold, seeming to show him every tiny bump and crease. It reminded him...
/flashback/ She sucked in a breath as he sucked the tip of her breast into her mouth. Flashes of electricity made her twitch and make tiny mewing sounds as his tongue, hand and lips manipulated every possible aspect of the bundle of nerves he was worshiping.
He breathed in deep, taking in the musky spiced smell of her. Unique. An exotic perfume mixed from the liquid proof of his worship of this goddess he had found. Flowing from her center to bewitch his mind and ensnare his senses. Add in the sweat, clean, salty, like a breath of a breeze. A memory of the sea. Just a hint of alcohol, intoxicating; sweet wine to fuel the passion and heat the blood.
/flashback/ She panted, moaning and grabbing the bed with one hand as the other seemed bent on bruising a breast. He had barely even touched her yet, his breath playing over the soft red down covering her lips, his tongue slowly, lovingly parting them as it moves up the slit. It stops to explore the center of pleasure, trying to divine the secrets locked in the folds. He'd been at it for an eternity, exploring slowly and lovingly. Sending her to the edge again and again, only to draw back and find some other secret spot, some other place to worship and lavish with his love.
His other hand trailed down her side, luxuriating in the soft feel of her skin, the slight give of her muscles. It moved up again, fingers splayed out sending goosebumps up her back as he remembers the orb of flesh under his hand, how it quivered.
/flashback/ Again and again he had made her scream. Her mind lost the moment he finally entered her. Slowly he had moved, in and out. Feeling her lips sucking on him, her folds welcoming him in. Like they had known him for years, an old lover welcoming him back to her arms. She had tried to roll him over beneath him, to own him, to dominate him and take the pleasure he had given her so slowly. He had just rolled with it, continuing till he was on top again, slowly moving in and out of her. She had been caught by surprise when it crashed over her. He'd shifted ever so slightly, and with one prod broken the dam he had filled so carefully. He had sped up a bit, and then a bit more. Thrusting deeper, then a bit faster, then deeper still.
She sighed, happy. Content. Fulfilled. Exhausted. Her breathing drew him in, so deep, so rich. The sound filled his head and he moved, turning her so he may put his ear to her chest. He heard her smile, her hand caressing his neck as her heart beat ever so slightly faster.