Then the nerves came. He could tell she felt them as well. Funny, how as much as two people can want the same thing, when confronted with it they must test, poke, and prod before they give in to inevitability.
They made the gestures of the human mating dance; small talk, drinking..."I love this band!"..."Me too!", until they were both satisfied with the others genuine heat and desire.
At long last, he felt her flesh against his skin. His fingertips brushed her alabaster arm, each cell straining to engage in the most intimate of contact. Now they were communicating through touch, through looks, rather than through those crude words that they had been exchanging for the past quarter of an hour; a necessary, but ultimately unsatisfying, portion of the ritual.
On the bed now, they revealed themselves, piece by exquisite piece of clothing. He removed her shirt, relishing in each button freed, each binding removed. Progress was almost it's own reward...almost. When her breasts were finally revealed, he was shocked into reality...this WAS happening, despite the universe's best efforts to fail to satisfy its tiny inhabitants. He reached out, felt the curve of her chest, the perfect protrusions of her luscious nipples. He longed to taste them, to move beyond crude touch...but now was not the time. First...
...his turn to disrobe. He removed his shirt, and she ran her hands over his chest. She dared go further than he had, running her lips down his neck and sternum, hot breath translated into hot sex as it flashed against his skin.
He unfastened her jeans and slid them down, revealing her final undergarment, the last gateway, in his mind, to satisfaction. This was a point to pause, an instant to revel in. He rubbed his palm across her moistening mound, enjoyed the feeling of the tiniest of barriers between his hand and her sex.
He felt sudden relief as she released his straining member from the confines of denim and cotton. With sudden haste, he tore off her panties, and they were naked.
With an unexpected hunger, he thrust his face between her legs. He tasted her, enjoyed her like a fine wine, far better than the worthless tequila he'd brought along. He ran his tongue back and forth over her clitoris, slid it in and out of her delicious pussy, and kissed this most glorious set of lips with passion and reckless abandon. Then...she came! The ecstasy of orgasm both caused her to spasm with pleasure, and him to lap away with even more glee as he devoured this delicacy.
