I imagined that we would be in my room in the wee hours of the morning, the dim table lamp and
flickering candles would tint my white walls yellow, and the serenades of Bossa Nova would be playing in the backdrop. We would be sitting by the window, with a glass of Mojito in our hands, talking. I would make the first move, moving in so gently for a
kiss, and we would make out, slowly building the passion. My mouth moving down your chin, caressing your neck, teasing your ears. Then I will invite you onto the bed, where we would undress slowly, and I will appreciate your beautiful body. I would lay you down gently on your back, my hands exploring your skin and my lips planting kisses down from head to thigh. The anticipation will build as my head hovers over your clitoris, heaving warm air onto your sensitive skin. When the anticipation spills, I would lustfully fondle with your folds with my tongue. Licking and sucking, your body will quiver when I insert a finger into you, it won't be long before you start begging me to penetrate you. Our moans will get louder as I insert my penis into your soaking vagina. My gaze would be fixed on your bedroom eyes as I drive my body into yours. Slowly, I would lean in, my tongue dancing in your ears, hand kneading your breast, as I gyrate my hips against yours. Your breath would become incoherent and your eyes would flutter, it wouldn't be long before you hit an orgasm. After a minute to recover, I would beckon you to go on all fours, and penetrate you from behind. It would be slow, deep, powerful thrusting at first, pick up pace as the pressure builds. The slapping of my hips against your ass would send us into a trance. I would feel your vaginal muscle convulse before climaxing myself, filling you with warm semen. Worn from the lust and excitement we shared, I would collapse onto you, and we would slip into slumber.
