I drew her finger into my mouth, tasting its sweetness, garnering her like the first sip of fine wine; a vintage I watched each and every day for years. I gazed into her eyes, she bit her lower lip.
I moved on to a second, then a third, taking each of Shannie's fingers into my mouth, kissing and sucking them, before running my tongue between them, darting it against her softness at their base. A soft sigh escaped her lips. My tongue found its way to her palm, tracing its lines before taking it into my hand and raising it against the bed above her head. Desperately I wanted to kiss the lips that for years have been denied; but I hesitated, hovering, I wanted to torment her with desire.
With my free hand I ran a finger over her eyebrows. Beneath me, Shannie lay with her eyes closed, her lips parted. I drew my lips to her forehead, kissing it. I ran my fingers down her side. With a giggle, she arched her hips as my hands raced along them. Her eyes flew open, beaming like jewels in the darkness. We locked in a passionate stare. Like so many times before, Shannie worked her will upon me. She willed my lips to hers. Our lips met. Holding mine with hers, pinching first my upper lip and than lower one between hers, she explored me. Their heat melting mine, I faded into her softness.
Rolling me onto my back Shannie straddled my stomach, her lips wandering down my neck. Somehow, as her lips sauntered lower, she dangled her hair across my face. I gasped at the sensation. Looking up, Shannie smiled. Taking my hand, she guided it to my chest, making me feel my heart. It raced. I was about to utter something senseless, she again placed a finger over my lips, hushing me.
I thrust my hips forward, desperately seeking hers, only to be frustrated as she quickly moved away. Throbbing like never before, I worried that our night would end before we started, typical of me, worrying about too much of a good thing.
Rolling onto her side, Shannie's eyes guided my lips to hers. As they met, our passion for each other found its voice with our heavy breathing. Wrapping her arms around my neck and back, Shannie squeezed me tightly against her. I gasped as her breasts pressed against my chest, their soft firmness tickling me. My hand meandered downward, stopping briefly to explore the small of her back before moving beyond. Her cheeks, soft and firm, filled my palm.
I ran a hand up between us, taking a breast between my thumb and forefinger, pinching it gently. Shannie broke off our kiss with a gasp and leaned into me. Kissing her forehead I rolled Shannie onto her back. Cupping her breast, my mouth worked down her neck toward its prize. Having waited so long to taste them, my mouth savored every second. My tongue danced around one and then her other nipple; a cry escaped Shannie's lips. Beneath me, her hips danced against my stomach.