This is another to deserve the disclaimer that you may not want to read any further...
It was that moment, there in the garage, as she guided my hands to unzip her jacket, and pull down her tank top, exposing the most magnificent breasts. That moan, which escaped her perfect lips as I caressed her neck and shoulder with my mouth. The contrast of hot and cold. The excitement of being in a space both removed and exposed. The image of her, chest rising ever more quickly and pronounced as I moved down her body with my hands and my mouth. The moisture that we both expressed and experienced. The taste on my tongue, so familiar yet never taken for granted and always anticipated and longed for. There simply aren't words for the surge that rushes through me as she moans "oh my god,Jamie, please don't stop!" There is true longing, almost desperation in her words, and it translates through her body and into my mouth and hands and through my whole body. "I want you inside of me too" escapes through a smile, and my tongue is invigorated as I cross her threshold. And then the dam is burst and she jolts as the culmination of my labors rushes over me, and her body undulates as she pulls my head to her and holds me there. I could live and die in that moment, just like every moment with her. I feel the energy of the entire universe telling me, "HER", but if you hold on she will be lost. So I watch, as she finds her wings, and pray to a god I'm not sure exists, that I get to always see her fly. Such beauty, grace, and greatness have yet to find their equal in my eyes.
