This is how I want to remember it.

I watched you slowly undress, exposing yourself to me. As I grow aroused, watching you lay back in that comfortable chair, you start to gently run your fingers down your inner thighs and up through your shaved smooth crotch, your fingers grazing your lips and slipping between them. I watch in a trance while my cock hardens. Unconsciously I stroke it slowly as I anticipate what you will feel like. We simply touch ourselves, but feel as though we are being touched by the other. I watch your finger rub circles over the anterior folds of your labia, then slip down inside and deep until stopped by your palm against you pubic mound. I lick my lips when I notice your nipples have hardened. I can see a sweet glistening and a softness that makes my mouth water. I listen to your breath and hear soft sounds. Moans make me hard and whimpers make me crazy. Precum lubricates my slow stroke and I have to take my hands away to keep from cumming.

I want to touch you now, equally as gently. I want to bring you to orgasm with only my fingers as you lie there with your legs open for me to explore. I barely touch and then lightly rub where your fingers had just been. Does it feel different than it did when it was you? I spread your lips with the fingers of one hand and circle your clit with the other. Slow little circles like spreading glue. Without putting a finger inside you I'd tease and touch and rub and tap. I drip my saliva down on your pussy and watch it mix into the shine. I listen for clues. I watch for signs. I accelerate and slow down. I bring you to an earth shattering orgasm. One that I can not only hear in your moans, or see on your face, but feel within your thighs and watch flow from your folds.

Then I taste you. Like maple sugar candy, warm and melting on my tongue, turning to a sweet slippery pleasure. And you feel me take over your body from the inside. Deep within you. Reaching, thrusting as far as I can go. And when I have had my fill, I will wear you, like a glove. Tight and warm around me. And we will not know where our bodies end and the other's begins. For this I want to let you guide me. I want to look up and watch your mouth as you catch your breath and lose it again. I want to feel the curvature of your breasts change a they bounce. Let me sip from them and pull from them with my lips as if nursing. Press them into my face while you grind.

I think you will know it when it is close. You will feel deep within you a change in the form as I solidify from a firmness to strength. You will see it approach in my chest and arms, and feel it through my mouth and breath. Will you ride this wave and let it crash beneath you? Violent and loud in its crescendo and then almost as suddenly quietly receding.