The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows on the walls as the candle flickered gently. She lay there, naked and beautiful, her breasts heaving softly with each breath. Her nipples were erect, pointing towards me like two hungry mouths, beckoning me closer. My cock twitched in my pants, straining to get out and claim her for itself.
I slowly undressed, taking my time as I looked at her, admiring the curves of her body. Her pussy was shaved smooth, a dark triangle that led down to the most enticing place on earth - her clit. It peeked out from beneath its hood, hard and swollen, begging for attention. My heart raced as I undid my fly, freeing my cock from its confines.
I approached her slowly, not wanting to frighten her away with my urgency. Instead, I teased her by running my fingers over her skin, caressing her neck and shoulders before moving downwards. She shivered under my touch, the goosebumps rising on her skin like a wave of desire washing over her.
I reached out and gently touched her pussy, feeling how wet she was already. My cock twitched again at the feel of her wetness against it. I traced circles around her clit with my fingers, teasing it until it stood up proudly. She moaned softly, a sound that made me even harder.
I decided it was time to take things further. I knelt down between her legs and began to lick her pussy gently. My tongue darted out, exploring every inch of her flesh. She tasted sweet and salty, a mixture of her natural flavors and the hint of arousal that filled her.
As I continued to lick, she began to moan louder, her body arching beneath me. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, her knuckles turning white as she struggled to stay in control.
Suddenly, she cried out - a sound of pure ecstasy that sent shivers down my spine. I knew then that she was close. I pulled back slightly and looked up at her face. Her eyes were wide open, filled with desire and passion. "Please," she whispered, "please make me cum."
I smiled to myself and went back to work on her clit. This time, I used my fingers as well as my tongue, massaging it firmly while flicking it lightly with the tip of my tongue. She cried out again, bucking her hips upwards as if trying to push herself deeper into my mouth.
Then, without warning, she came. Her whole body convulsed beneath me, a wave of pleasure washing over her like a tidal wave. I could feel it too - the surge of warmth that spread from her pussy outwards, enveloping both of us in its embrace.
When it finally subsided, we lay there for a moment, panting heavily as we came back down to earth. Our hearts pounded in our chests, and a sense of satisfaction filled the air between us.
We looked at each other then, our eyes meeting and holding onto one another for just a second longer than necessary. It was in that moment that I knew: this was more than just making love. This was an art form - a passion play that could never be replicated or recreated exactly the same way again. And that made it all the more beautiful.