The Mating Ritual

The hotel wasn't the best, but the room had everything he needed. Which, he thought wryly, pretty much meant a bed.

What else? Music? Booze? Tequila...not exactly elegant, but a nice social lubrication nonetheless.

He paced.

Looked. Watched.

Finally, a car. Her? He sprung to attention, in more ways than one.

And then, there she was, at the door, in the room, then standing in front of him.

A moment he had long waited for, both tonight and in larger sense of time.

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 its realities they tend to 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 content with the other's genuine heat and desire.

At last, he felt her flesh against his skin, his fingertips brushing 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, segment of the ritual.

On the bed now, they revealed themselves, piece by exquisite piece of clothing. He removed her blouse, relishing in each button freed, each binding removed. Progress was almost its 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 succulent 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 sizzling sex as it flashed against his skin.

He unfastened her jeans and slid them down, revealing her final undergarment, the last sentinel, 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 liberated his straining member from the confines of denim and cotton. And 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 sex, slid it in and out of her delicious canal, and kissed this most glorious set of lips with passion and reckless abandon. Then...she came! The stupor of orgasm both caused her to spasm with pleasure, and him to lap away with even more glee as he gobbled this delicacy.

Now, she indicated, turnabout is fair play. She took him into her mouth, rolling her tongue athwart his head and shaft. The warm wetness made his cock spasm with a regular rhythm, as she brought him ever closer to orgasm. And just when he thought he could take no more, he felt cool air. He opened his eyes; there she was, before him on the bed, legs spread and prepared for the main event.

Unhurriedly he entered her, trying to be gentle for fear of making some horrible error and causing her some unexpected pain. He needn't have worried. She drove her pelvis forward, grinding against him, fully engulfing him with her generous, perfect sex.

He leaned forward, pumping himself into her. He ran his hands over her chest, squeezed her nipples, and at last his tongue found them. He nibbled lightly at first, then harder as she moaned in encouragement. Her nails dug into his back, and he found a new level of pleasure in pain that had gone undiscovered before.

Wanting a repeat of her earlier orgasm, he leaned back, grabbed her ankles, and placed them on his shoulders. His hands found purchase at her waist and he drove hard, his cock straining to find the deepest crevices of her. She screamed a little at first, but unexpected discomfort rapidly gave way to sheer pleasure. Her vagina pulled at him, its muscles pulsing, begging him to venture ever deeper. Before she could reach the edge of the precipice of ecstasy, he pulled out, rolled her over (somewhat harder than he meant to, in all his excitement!), and drove into her again from behind. Now he was fucking her, completely taken in by the feeling of her around him.

The sudden and altered friction touched her G spot, and finally, she tensed around his cock, orgasming again and again. This was too much for him. He came at once, with her, pulsing inside her, their cadences as one. His semen flooded into her, their fluids mixing in a final embrace.

They collapsed together in an embrace, glistening with sweat and breathing heavily.

Now, to set the date for next time...