The sheet slightly uncovered the

sensitive part of his chest.

An oscillating wind blew coolly, hardening

she tasted the center, pressing

skin bewteen enamel. A ripple

moved throughout his body

flexing quads tensely

sensory endings connected

toes to nipple, arching.

Her hand followed a

wavy motion. Her gentle

bite created repeated ripples

flowing along his abs

leading her to a marble structure,

wrapping her hand soothingly

stroking, mystified how

gods can create the perfect

sculpture. Proportioned  

his shape did not diminish with age or

decrees hiding nudity  

his stature an art form she

desired to study. Feeling the

ripple return, a warm

trickle rinsed down her hand.

She took him to the brink and

paused before ecstasy.

Eager to return the favor, he

slid stonework with

lubricated ease.

Naturally pliable, she accepted the

bend, tip and base with little resistance. It

was her turn to enjoy the ripple effects

of pleasure as he pressed

against her sensitive spot firm, 

methodical, coordinating

rhythm with thrust and digit

desperately trying to reach an

elevated state, but her pelvis

pressed down, as if she did

not want to go, so he

pushed up harder, raising

her above previous thresholds. Shifting

mind with space busting 

barriers, arriving at a place

she always wanted to visit.