My eyes were devouring her nakedness and physicality.  I couldn’t help but groan with frustration when the view of her beauty was altered, forgetting I was still clothed, prompting her move.

Unlike my hurried and impatient actions earlier, she undressed me slowly.  Kissing and intermittently flicking her tongue over the newly exposed skin as she peeled the clothing off my body – garment by excruciating garment.  

By the time I was fully undressed it felt like she had touched every part of me.  My skin was singed and tingling with anticipation.  I was infinitely impassioned and burning with desire.

Gently, she coaxed me up the bed until we lay in its center.  Her breathing was ragged – somewhat conflicting with the luxurious yet calming glow in her eyes while she scanned my nudity.  Then she explored me with her warm touch.  Starting at the base of my throat, hand flat against my skin, her caress slid downward to cup my ***** then lowered leisurely to rest on my abdomen.

Noticing her touch, a moment of lucidity interrupted my craving for her.  My voice hoarse with longing as I whispered, “You’re trembling.”

“I know.” Bette stated simply. 

Looking up at me, her eyes unfocused…hazy with longing she said huskily, “It’s just…I want you.  So very much.” 

Leaning toward me, she positioned her lips to my ear then subsequently moistened my lobe with a flicker of her tongue.  With her voice barely above a whisper she uttered quietly, “Desperately.”

I almost passed out from arousal given her admission. 

Then, if possible, my lust magnified tenfold when her mouth moved to where her hand and fingers had just been.  Her tongue darted in and out teasing sensitive flesh while sucking my already hardened nipples.  A precursor to sensations I never thought possible. 

My hips lifted off the bed undulating uncontrollably reaching for her touch, eagerly communicating my readiness.  Her hand lowered to still my movements, silently requesting patience.  A tolerance that was in total contradiction with the urgent want swelling inside me.

She lowered her body, leaving a tantalizing wetness along the way.  Her hair gliding over my sensitized skin as she traversed the length of my torso.  The light stroking of her fingertips tracing indeterminate patterns heightening the experience.  Her seductive movements urged me to wantonly expose myself to her fully.  To open and offer my body to her touch.