As she lay there, her naked body glistening under the dim light of the candles, he couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of desire that threatened to consume him whole. Her ample breasts were like two ripe fruits just waiting to be devoured; his hands itched with the need to explore every inch of her supple skin.
"Come closer," she whispered, her voice laced with arousal and anticipation. He moved towards her slowly, giving himself time to savor each tantalizing sight before him. The way her nipples peaked against the cool air made his mouth water, and he couldn't resist running his tongue over them one by one, tasting the saltiness of her sweat and feeling her shiver under his touch.
As their lips met in a passionate kiss, her hand snaked down his chest, seeking out his hardening cock beneath the loose fabric of his pants. She squeezed it firmly before wrapping her soft fingers around it, making him groan with pleasure. "You're so thick," she murmured against his lips. "I can't wait to feel you inside me."
With that, he helped her out of her remaining clothes, revealing her glistening pussy - an invitation too tempting to resist. He knelt between her legs and dipped his head down, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her arousal. She tasted even better than she smelled; sweet and tangy, like the freshest berries you could ever hope to find.
As he licked and sucked on her clit, she moaned with delight, arching her back and grinding herself against his face. Her moans grew louder, more insistent until they were almost screams of pleasure. He wanted nothing more than to drive her wild, but he also knew that he needed to save some energy for the main event.
With a final flick of his tongue over her clit, he stood up again and positioned himself between her thighs. She watched him intently as he pushed his throbbing erection towards her entrance, feeling the resistance of her wetness before finally breaking through and sinking inside.
"Oh God," she breathed, her hands gripping tightly onto his hips. "That feels so good."
He began to thrust slowly at first, savoring every inch as it slid in and out of her tight pussy. The feeling was unlike anything he had ever experienced before; the warmth and tightness surrounding him were almost overwhelming. He picked up speed, pounding into her with forceful strokes that made them both cry out in ecstasy.
"Harder," she begged, her voice a mix of urgency and desperation. "Fuck me harder."
And so he did, losing himself in the rhythmic slap of skin against skin as they moved together with reckless abandon. Their bodies were slick with sweat now, their breathing heavy and labored. Every muscle tensed and released in perfect harmony, each movement bringing them closer to that elusive moment of release.
Finally, when he could no longer hold back, he felt his cock swell within her, ready to explode at any second. "I'm going to come," he warned, thrusting one last time before freezing in place.
She smiled up at him, her eyes glazed with passion as she whispered those three magic words: "Come inside me."
And so he did, filling her to the brim with his hot, sticky cum while they both lay there panting and spent, their bodies entwined in a dance of pure, unadulterated desire. It was in that moment that he realized just how much he had been missing all these years - the thrill of the chase, the rush of sexual release, and most importantly, the joy of sharing such an intimate experience with another person.
In time, they would find other positions to explore, other ways to express their passion and desire for one another. But no matter what form it took, whether it was slow and sensual or fast and frenzied, that first encounter in the missionary position would always hold a special place in his heart: the embodiment of everything he loved about erotic intimacy.