#pffffft.

Simply, all I need to do is guide her to the bed.  Push her gently on the bed with my lips pressed against the tenderest parts of her body, just long enough to make her whisper my name but quick enough to leave her heating up, wanting more.  When she lays down on the bed, I’d smirk.  What a sight that would be to see. 

"Off," I would say, but impatience would have at it and the rest is gone. My lips would be upon hers once more, hands fumbling clumsily to remove her garments.  Fingers brushing past unmarred flesh, skittering across the dips and valleys of her figure but instead of stopping, they enter into a warmth that should be taken care of well before anything else.

At first, fingers knead and tweak the clit.  Massaging and teasing;  small circles to be rubbed before the gestures transform into more grand techniques.  Small circles turn into larger ones, but that’s not enough.  Not for me.  My lips move from her lips as I descend lower into her warmth;  there’s another set that I need to pleasure.  The first lick is slow, strong and grand.  Enough to make her feel it, to make her moan.   Long, slow licks until she’s starting to moan and groan;  all of the pleasure going through her system as I continue to keep up my pace, enjoying the taste of a woman. 

A smirk from me as I look up at her writhing in pleasure, but the job isn’t done.  Not yet.  The clit is where all of the pressure lies.  Fingers knead it, gently at first but speeding up as my tongue caresses it.  

When she’s finding it hard to moan my name, it’s time.

Her tightness expands as I push my dick into her.  Slow, at first.  It’s no sport if I break her upon entering.  No, I’ll push into her slowly, allowing her to accept each inch of my girth until it’s all completely in.  It would take a few minutes, a few seconds of pushing gently in until the only thing separating us is a few brushes of hair.  Once it’s settled, it’s time to begin.