...He was aware of her body’s song of acceptance, singing in harmony with his own senses. Her sighs in perfect pitch. Her groans in tonal sequence with every tug of her nipple between his teeth. He sighed into her skin as her fingers traveled through his hair, pressing him closer.
Her body was a beautiful instrument and he was tuning her to play a duet, as original and inspiring as anything he had ever heard. He moved slowly down her abdomen, tempo adagio. As an artist, he demanded a full appreciation for his muse. And from his muse, nothing but devotion. He refused to play her lightly or quickly, like a caprice. Oh, no. Cait was a symphony of many movements. Her orchestration must be carefully composed.
Fingers that hadn’t put pen to stave paper in more than a decade conducted a new performance. One richer and more experienced than anything he had attempted in the past. Yet one so natural it needed no rehearsal.
He found his own way to the waistband of her jeans. From there he simply followed his nose. Once she was free of her jeans, it took only the merest whiff of her intoxicating scent to drive him madly to her silk-covered mons. He kissed the material over her gentle puff of curls.
“I must feel you, Cait. Feel your muff against my face, my tongue inside you making you wet for me.” A slight gasp and a deft hand was all it took to rid her of the tiny thong. At long last, he was nosing through her womanly thatch, nosing her pussy lips apart. Nothing could stop him from taking her now.
The first drop of her wetness on his lips turned longing to desire and desire to hunger. He sated himself between her thighs, licking her hot, welcoming flesh. This was no timid girl beneath him, but a woman whose sexual passion matched his own. He was a man now, had the finesse to pleasure her the way she deserved to be pleasured. The first taste of sweetness on his tongue was like water to a prisoner denied. He delved inside her, drinking more, seeking to slack his thirst. His tongue bathed her labia and found the bud of her clitoris nestled inside. He teased it to readiness, guided by growing octaves of her sex song...