He licked them with his tongue, and then he licked her sex, too, and as she struggled, and blushed and moaned beneath him, he mounted her, slowly.
Of course, as soon as he thought that, she grabbed his hair and dragged him down, pressing all her soft, lush curves against his body.
His mouth leaves mine and finds hers.
He parted her with two fingers and found her clit, rubbing it in small circles.
The drawings run an enviable gamut of erotic situations, from expansive landscapes, to boudoir settings.
She cradled his hips with her thighs.
He was taller, more wiry, and one of those men who isolate the action of the pelvis from the rest of the body, who thrust without smothering, supporting their torso with their arms.
She was quite an instrument to play, so finely tuned, and if he touched her right, she made the most glorious sounds — raw, intense, absolutely delicious noises of pleasure as he plundered her with his tongue.