Fiction - I remember...

... How she smelled, when I kissed her shoulder. The mix of perfume, hair product, and her scent was delicious.

... How she struggled at first, before sinking back into my arms. My hand wrapped around her chest, eagerly squeezing her breasts.

... How she quickly pulled away, shedded her clothes and helped me remove my own. Her hand grazed my cock. I like when she does that.

... How her ass swayed from side-to-side, enticing me to join her. She was bent over the bed, clad only in a black thong.

... How quickly she went from tease to vixen.

... How it felt to hover over her chest, globe of flesh cupped in my hand, lifted to my mouth. I can still taste her nipple, weeks later.

... How easily her thong was pushed to the side, and how moist she was. She normally is wet on the inside, and then juices flow out onto her (with a little help). This time, she was drenched.

... How she tasted, the first time I licked her.

... How she tasted, the second time I licked her.

... How her fingers tightened in my hair as my mouth affixed itself to her skin, tongue tenderly licking her clit.

... How her hips buck when she gets excited. They twist and turn, and make it almost impossible to hold on. But I like a challenge.

... How her legs wrapped around my head when she exploded. I can still feel her thighs pressed against my ear.

... How I kissed my way up her chest. Her stomach trembled a little bit, as I kissed around her stomach, and up to her breasts. Oh, how I love her breasts.

... How I entered her, and her legs wrapped around me, eagerly holding me inside. She gasped, surprised by my action. Her eyes closed as she wrapped her legs around me. She loved it.

... How our bodies moved back and forth, until she came again.

... What happened next in the shower.

-- The Bastard