The angel of my life is my wife Candy. Her name only scratches the surface of the sweetness that lies within. She is a creature of great passion and powerful sexual expression. We have shared many sexual adventures between ourselves and occasionally with others.
The greatest times though are our nightly interludes. You come to me in the darkness of our bedroom, pale moonlight from the open window playing across your fair skin like faeries across a still pond. I reach up to caress the silky smoothness of your skin under my rough hands, knowing you yearn for my touch as much as I for yours. I pull your head to mine and our lips lock in a longing embrace as tongues dart about in a mock battle for supremacy. The taste of pleasure upon your lips is like nothing else I can imagine. Just the simple act of kissing pours ecstasy through my body. My longing for you gains a life of its own, urging me to take you now but I force myself to wait, to savor the treats and delights before me.
I break the kiss. For a moment our eyes meet. The fire within them says more about our feelings than words ever could. Neither of us wants to end the moment but our desires force us to forge on. You fall lightly onto your back and I follow down kneeling above you. You sigh as I place delicate kisses along your neck and chest. My hands flow against the smoothness of your skin. I take a nipple into my mouth and suck on it. I feel the heat flowing between us as I suckle like a newborn taking nourishment from his mother. You moan and sigh from the pleasures of lips and tongue dancing across the hardening nub.
I continue my trip down your luscious body. Kisses blazing a trail of fire across your skin as my head settles between your thighs. I breathe deeply of your sweet and musky scent. My mouth waters as I pull apart the folds of your smooth pussy lips. The hair carefully shaved away leaving only the creamy skin and velvety folds of passion. My tongue darts out licking up one side and down the other. I drink deeply of your juices sliding my tongue into your wet hole. Then I rise closer to your clit, my tongue playing across the hood nearing the clit but not touching it. You moan and arch your back pushing against my face hoping I will give in to your desire, but I play on, so carefully missing your passion spot as I caress all around it with my tongue.