She lay on the bed watching me. An orange reflection flickered in her dark eyes. She reclined on her elbows, her brown hair flowing in long waves and loose ringlets over her hunched shoulders, barely touching the soft white sheets.

I had unbuckled her belt and now her jeans were open, showing me the white wedge of her panties.

Her eyes moved deliberately down to my erection, then back up to my face. Her lips stretched into an almost imperceptible smile. The small dimples at the corners of her mouth deepened.

She dropped onto her back and slowly unbuttoned her blouse, stretching it open, exposing soft flesh and a white bra. Her nipples were large and erect, straining at the thin, tight fabric. She fondled them with her graceful fingers, pinching and twisting them mercilessly. Her mouth dropped into an O and a smooth sound escaped her throat. It was almost a moan, but more like a purr. Her lids lowered over excited eyes, then opened wide, looking up at me.  I hadn't moved except to rub my warm cock. I could feel it throbbing through my jeans. She had removed my shirt and now admired my muscular chest.

Her fingers lay on her abdomen as I moved toward her.  I unbuttoned my jeans and stepped out of them.

I touched her feet. They were light and pink and I massaged them with my strong hands, moving my fingers into the cuffs of her jeans, over the firm balls of her ankles. She shrugged her blouse off and unlatched her bra, revealing her breasts, one at a time.

I dropped her feet and they immediately moved to my cock, cupping it with her pink arches, gripping it through my underwear with her fanciful toes, nudging my testicles with her heels.

I leaned over, sinking my hands in the soft mattress on either side of her. She strained upward in that same instant, eagerly anticipating a kiss. Her eyes were dim with arousal.

I hesitated, our lips lingering only inches apart, her hot breath on my cheek smelling of sweet exotic spices. The tension was overwhelming. She lunged up at me, reaching with one hand, gripping my arm. I withdrew, then suddenly relented. Our lips met, teeth touched, tongues plunged deeply into each other's mouths. Her hand was on my head, fingers in my hair, gripping me violently.

She wiggled her hips to assist me in removing her pants. The crotch of her panties was moist. I inhaled her musky perfume and it reminded me of a lush tropical rainstorm, sweet, somewhat earthy and intensely exciting. Her jeans had bunched around her ankles, binding her calves, and she kicked them off.

I kissed her belly, my strong hands feeling her hips, slipping into her panties, gripping the generous slopes of her ass. I inserted my fingers into her crack, spreading her open. A knuckle grazed the puckered flower of her anus, grinding against it.

I touched my lips to her panties, sucking at the slick moisture, tasting her with my tongue. My breath burned her skin and she moaned. Her hands were on my head, fingers clenched in my hair, grinding my face against her hot mound.

I curled my arms around her legs and pulled her panties aside, exposing the moist pink folds over her pussy. The lips were red and swollen, the clit taut and shiny like a little helmet. I gently pinched her flesh, stretching and releasing the hairy lips, moving my index finger to the oozing canal and plunging it deeply inside. Her muscles gripped me with a suction both strong and relentless. I grazed her clit with the hard callused pad of my thumb. Her hips spasmed and another gush of musky fluid flowed over my hand.

I moved my finger in a small circle, wagging it, reaching deep inside her. She revolved her hips against my hand and then I withdrew. I pulled the panties off of her and stood up.

She sat up, hooking her ankles around my thighs, keeping me close. She reached out with trembling hands and pulled my underwear off. My cock leapt free and fell into the ecstasy of her grasping hands.

She held it firmly but the tips of her fingers did not quite touch. She leered up at me and suddenly stuck her tongue out, touching it to the tip of my cock, tasting the small spot of semen. She smiled, exposing her dimples. They were unbearably sexy and my cock spasmed in response. A small squirt of semen jerked out onto her chest. She tasted this too, licking the moist tip of her finger and grinning up at me. Then her lips closed on the head of my cock. Her teeth were there too, but not biting, just another pleasing participant. She sucked me and I touched her hair, her face, her throat and strange feelings were suddenly awakened within me, like a deformed beast I had wished to abort. It swam in a sack of pure mountain spring water and opened its black eyes. They were her eyes, yes, set into her tiny face, looking up at me and almost laughing as I touched her cheek.

She gripped my cock, withdrew it from her wet mouth and licked my balls, sucking each one with her lips. She released me and I leaned over to kiss her, pushing her back onto the bed. My cock found her warm cunt as if by instinct and moved inside. She gripped it firmly with her throbbing muscles.