Sometimes you set yourself quickly upon me, eager to quench the desire burning within your tiny body after a long abstinence. Tonight, though, you want to make love slowly. You wrap your slender arms around my neck as I turn to face you and press your warm and tender lips gently against my own. I place my tongue into your mouth and lick tenderly at your little teeth and tongue, still sweet from your child's toothpaste.

I wrap my arms around you in a firm embrace, feeling the silky softness of your gown. Sometimes you come to me naked in your haste, but I love to feel the gossamer softness slide over your supple, warm skin. We press against each other more firmly as the flames of our passion are fanned by our kissing. Soon we're puffing hot air through our noses in a vain effort to feed enough oxygen to our aroused bodies. Finally, we unlock our lips to regain our breath and whirl our tongues together in a dance of oral delight.

You drape one leg over my hip and press your aroused loins against my bare, furry stomach and I can feel the warm and dewy contours of your feminine flower through the interposing fabric of your gown. I know that is your signal for wanting to mount me, so I take hold of the warm firmness of your delicate little rump and roll onto my back so that your tender young body rests comfortably atop mine while your lean legs straddle me.

I moan with regret as your tiny mouth leaves mine, only to groan with pleasure as it quickly moves down to nibble at a nipple until it becomes firm from the stimulation of your teeth and tongue. I run my hands through your silky hair, pulling gently in the way that I know arouses you. You murmur your appreciation against my chest and reach up to pinch and pull at the nipple's twin until it, too, is stiff and erect.....(cont)