In the dimly lit confines of her bedroom, she lay naked on the bed, eyes closed, breaths shallow and labored. She knew it was time for him to enter her world once more, a place that had long been dormant but now stirred with new life. He approached her slowly, his eyes scanning every inch of her body as if to commit it all to memory. The sight of her aroused and waiting made him harden instantly, the evidence of his desire hanging heavy between his legs like an iron bar.
He crawled onto the bed beside her, his large hands reaching out to cup her breasts in their entirety. His fingers kneaded them gently, sending shockwaves of pleasure up her spine and pooling down into her aching core. He leaned forward, taking one nipple between his teeth while using his other hand to tweak the other, her moans muffled by the soft fabric of the pillow beneath her face.
He moved lower, kissing a path down her quivering torso until he reached her waistline. She felt his lips brush against her mons pubis, sending jolts of anticipation through her body. The tip of his tongue made contact with her clit for the first time, teasing and flicking it gently while his fingers found their way to her soaked entrance. He plunged two fingers inside her, probing deep into the recesses of her womanhood as he continued to circle her engorged clitoris.
Her legs trembled, opening wider for him in response to his touch. He felt the heat building within her, a fire that demanded satisfaction. He withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his mouth, licking up all of her juices before diving back down to taste more. Her hips bucked against his face, urging him on as he relentlessly sucked and bit at her sensitive flesh.
He pulled away momentarily, leaving her gasping for air. His eyes locked onto hers as he positioned himself between her spread legs. The head of his erect penis was at the entrance to her pussy, seeking entry into this foreign territory. She reached down and guided him in, feeling him slowly penetrate her until she felt the hilt of him touching the back of her womb.
He began to move inside her, thrusting deep with each stroke, his balls slapping against her swollen clit. The sound filled the room, a symphony of flesh on flesh that only served to fuel their desire further. He picked up speed, pounding into her with fervor until she could no longer contain herself any longer. Her walls tightened around him, milking him for all he was worth as she screamed out his name in pleasure.
They collapsed together afterwards, both sweaty and breathless from the exertion. They lay there, entwined, basking in the afterglow of their passionate liaison. It wasn't just about the physical act anymore; it was about rekindling that primal connection between them. This modern missionary had achieved his goal - a missionary position that left both parties fulfilled and craving more.