Orgasm (Part I)

You asked me to describe to you how a woman's orgasm feels while I was lying next to you and stroking the hair on your naked chest. I then blinked my eyelashes against your cheeks in a butterfly kiss, and playfully told you: Give it to me and I'll tell you.

You smile, look into my eyes, softly caress my naked shoulders and kiss my neck. A sudden wave of goosebumps takes over my ears and the back of my head. I close my eyes and let you act with your lips and tongue. I intertwine my fingertips with your hair and the back of your neck, and I feel your skin getting the rush of pleasure from my touch. 

You keep exploring me while smoothly landing on my chest. Your cold hands, with the slightest touch, caress my breasts. Your fingers prepare my areolas and nipples and make them hard by the touch (covered by goosebumps that pursue you like a wave), just to offer them then the perfect contrast with your warm lips and your wet tongue. Softly, your mouth makes my skin give in while my spine reacts making an arc, and my hips retreat back to offer you even more of me. 

You tease me and go to the sides of my torso. I curl up and laugh... A more insecure man would wonder why, but you... you smile back at me, take my wrists, and shush me with a kiss before taking over again. This time I don't laugh; I don't even smile. I sigh deeply and caress your hair while you keep kissing me down my belly at the same pace as my breathing. There's no need for music; our dance is dictated by our breaths, the pulses of our hearts, and the waves of pleasure that keep going after you.

You turn me upside down and caress the sides of my hips and glutes. The heat of your hands makes me hyperventilate with excitement, and a wave of goosebumps follows your fingers again, like the Sea in the eternal, impossible chase after the Moon. You kiss the back of my legs. At this point, my respiration turns into a beg... Give me more. 

You turn me onto my back again and continue kissing the insides of my knees. Instinctively, I part my legs, trying to hold back the moan that rises from the core of my body to my lips. Your hands keep summoning the wave of pleasure that my skin craves so desperately. I become intoxicated by the intense, desperate sensations your touch evokes, and I moan at the imminence of your arrival.

You cover my thighs with your kisses as I wrap my legs around you, and finally you reach my centre—unfazed by all the wetness already waiting for your own damp mouth. You pause to breathe me in, slowly and deeply, caressing my wetness with the air you exhale. You breathe in and out once more, as if savouring me before you truly begin to taste me.

Mmmm...

You build for a few brief seconds (and to my torture) some more anticipation through your breathing. My entire body tenses in pause as my own breathing becomes laboured. Gloriously, and to my deep sigh, you unite the Moon, now eclipsed on the tip of your tongue, with the waves of my Sea.

You linger on me and I surrender to your mouth. With circular motions, your tongue captivates me, while the waves gather and hold fast at my core. I grip your hair and begin a rhythmic swaying of my pelvis—subtle at first, then intense—as your tongue possesses and commands my entire being.

While dancing back and forth, the waves take on a life of their own, pull my pelvis up from there, and elevate, suspend, and blend all my senses into one. For three, or ten seconds or hours, the waves of my unified, tsunamic sense, come back to every corner of my body; first shyly, then furiously, with cold, warm, soft, hard, wet, slow, love, hate, warm, wet... and love again.

From my core to the tips of my toes, the tips of my fingers, my nipples, and my scalp, the waves crash until they slowly fade away—and a breeze of peace returns to my mouth in a kiss from your lips, which are damp and full of my Sea and your Moon.

I breathe deeply. I try to articulate something, but it's too soon. 

You look at me with your indescribably beautiful eyes and smile. 

No need for words; now you know.

I smile back and climb on top of you while wrapping your neck in my hands.

Now it's your turn.