Indecent Exposure

It started with an idea, and a desire for mischief. Spontaneity and a thirst for adventure keeps the soul healthy. We always begin with a kiss. A test to feel if our bodies are in tune. To feel the energy of the other, and to know the intensity is mutual. I embrace her, wrapping my arms around her shoulders, clasping the back of her neck as we breathe into each other. I can feel her heartbeat through the tips of her lips. I move down to her neck, her shoulder, her breasts, in the curve between her upper thigh and stomach. Carefully showing my appreciation for the gift of her naked body before me. I drop to one knee, draping her leg over my right shoulder. I never go to that coveted place immediately. I tease her, kissing the surrounding areas. Once I feel her hand on my head, making a fist with my hair, I know it's time. I breathe over it at first. The slightest sensation at this point is intensified. Finally I taste her. A singular taste that arouses me like nothing else. Gentle and slow at first. Circles, lines, horizontal, vertical. Cupping her breast in my left hand I squeeze and begin to move faster. My style changes. Figure eights and certain letters, each move calculated and preconceived. Her breathing becomes more rapid, her hand balls up tighter, pulling my hair. I know she's close. My movements become faster. Then I slow down, applying more pressure. She is on the edge, I speed up again. Her body pulses, her moans  become louder. Her body tenses, tenses, then finally relaxes. I feel her leg quiver over my shoulder, I am certain of my success. I wrap her in my arms once again. Barely visible by the moon lit sky, we stand naked as one. Immersed in the sound of nature, we let the night breeze embrace our skin.