her hands continued their inexorable journey south..soft and warm with immaculate nails. the sound of my belt unbuckling, and the rasp of a zipper. my eyes closed. sensations registered far more detail. the soft caressing whisper of skin on skin. i felt her nails reach right under me. intense tiny cirlces of swirling pleasure radiated to the rythmn of her touch. her thumb traced up and down. my breathing become a shallow stacatto, her teeth found my neck. somewhere in the midst of this she pulled my boxers down. her hands converged on me. i opened my eyes. she looked up smiling, playful mischevious.. as she did i felt her thumb slide into my abundant precum.. she smirked..oh my...and massaged it all over her fingers. i was standing against the wall of my lounge. the lights were off. movement. the fire cast dancing shadows. this pastel light glinted on her lips and tongue as she opened her mouth. she knelt. waves of rich eloquent sensation ebbed and flowed. she moved with an obvious satisfaction. my hands rested lightly in her hair.. (anyone want to hear the rest??)