Extract:

We spend the evening cocooned in my flat, feasting on one another. The tip of your tongue trailing my nakedness. It leaves a wake of cooling moisture, making a circuit of my navel, moving downward until the searching tip arrives at the crux of my clitoris, where your fingers meet your mouth. You move the hood of my cloak and parting the flesh as if exposing ripe fruit for heavenly consumption. You devour me in a consummation of cunnilingus, the wet purplish pink of my silken skin moist; burning under your exploration.

I arch up a little to meet your mouth, fondling my own breasts, tweaking my nipples between forefinger and thumb. I pebble them, intensifying the sensations pulsing rhythmically just beneath my skin in ripples of exquisite sensation. Your cock is hard and oozing essence, poised for entry into my tight, willing sheath. I move, urging you upward, until the length of your body matches mine, you take your weight and I move my legs around your waist, assisting your entry.

You're home, the flawless velvet of your skin within the sleek folds of mine, and you move in and out, increasing pace as I hold you tight. I hang onto you limpet-like as you push home with a final ecstatic rush of release. Your seed floods as I embrace you and wait for my breathing to calm, my heartbeat to settle. We kiss your lips on mine, my tongue invades you, greedy for my aftertaste, prolonging the moment that I know you will exit... my sheath... my bed... my home.

And I wait for your text to say, see you soon, thank you for a wonderful time. Anything but nothing.