Another memory coming back from the time we spent together in that honeymoon suite is the dancing.

The lopsided circles Maddie and I performed then, we’re performing again now, as we stumble and spin around on our way from my bedroom door to the bed, our lips and tongues adamantly locked.

We both fall down on our sides on top of the silky comforter. Our kiss breaks apart once again, as we take a moment’s rest to gaze at each other.

“Your turn,” Maddie tells me.

She’s positioning herself, sliding completely onto the bed. She’s ready to receive, her breathing already growing hurried with excitement.

By now, Maddie’s dispatched her shorts and is slowly sliding her turquoise panties past her knees.

She does let me do the honor of removing them entirely, though, and I proceed to circle them above my head for a bit before pitching them all the way to the far side of my bedroom.

“Nice shot,” she comments as I glance over to the darkened corner where her panties landed.

“Thanks,” I respond quickly, feeling everything within me flow towards the magnetic pull of what comes next.

I begin.

I move my hand gradually towards her thighs, feeling my own breath increase as our mutual readiness reaches a new peak.

I feel around the general area of her crotch, looking dramatically at the ceiling as if I don’t know what I was doing.

The last thing I see is Maddie smile a bit.

With my forefinger and my middle finger, I reach down towards her pussy lips. They’re as wet as anything I’ve ever felt.

I watch Maddie’s head roll back into the comforter. She moans softly, and I move my fingers up and down her lips until finally inserting my forefinger—just a tiny bit, teasing with a subtle touch.

Maddie’s groans get louder and louder until I stop, taking my hand away for a moment before starting again.

Like metal to a magnet, I find her clit.

I begin touching it as lightly as I can, keeping my fingers in its vicinity as I move down the bed and finally bring my head into the position it’s been longing to reach—the position to give Maddie mind-blowing gratification.

I kiss her inner thighs gently, one after the other, moving back and forth before I begin with soft tongue movements, driving both of us mad as I get closer and closer.

The sweet, mystical scent is drawing me in, and I feel the unmistakable energy of neither of us being able to take the teasing any longer.

It’s time to begin on my own masterpiece.

I feel the electricity flow through me.

Like my understanding of a painter at a blank canvas, I try channeling every bit of emotion that I’ve ever had. I try to feel whatever unconscious urges are feeding my desire, and I feel the ethereal energy in my tongue.

I lick around her lips gently with my flattened tongue, guiding my creative impulse to create the most pleasurable patterns possible.

As an artist, it’s always nice to get feedback. Critique is good, but praise is usually better.

And I take the sweet song that Maddie’s singing—a song of breathless, unbridled ecstasy in the form of her signature squeaks and moans—as the highest praise imaginable.

I start using my lips a bit, too, moving slowly up and down. I work my tongue back in, then I pull back slightly as she comes.

My mind is absorbed fixedly on Maddie, but I manage to notice the feeling of my own rock-hard cock for the first time, pressed as it is by my own weight on the foot of the bed.

It is absolutely ready to explode at the sights, sounds, aromas, and energy of Maddie’s climax.

“Fuck,” she breathes. “Fuck me right now.”

I catch a momentary flash of her eyes, telling me that that wasn’t literal—we both know my masterpiece is not quite finished. Maddie pointing at my head and back to her pussy seals the deal.

I redeploy my lips back to the lips of her pussy, offering her clit a few soft taps of my tongue before moving onto the finishing touches of this magnum opus.

My lips fall tenderly into place, as if they’ve arrived home at long last. I create a faint suction, increasing and decreasing the intensity in the mildest of waves, moving along with Maddie as she’s possessed by the demon of unspeakable delight.

I keep my lips where they are, moving my head back in rhythm with Maddie as she thrusts her cunt at my face, the sheets shifting underneath us as she grabs two fistfuls of the comforter tighter and tighter.

As she comes again, Maddie lets out a loud shout, neither high nor low, just an uncontrolled yell from the most primal part of her, with no thought or intent.

I move back and grab my pulsing cock, letting out my own unthinking moan, but stopping short of coming.

Maddie watches my cock for a leisurely moment, playing lightly with her nipples.

“Come on, for real this time,” she says. “I’m ready.”

I don’t know if I’m ready—I still remember those shockingly intense waves of pleasure from all those years ago—but there’s no time like the present, as they say.

As if there’s a clear path laid out in front of my dick, I thrust naturally towards Maddie and bring in just the tip at first.

“Oh, Jesus fucking Christ!” Maddie shrieks as I feel the entire world vibrate. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!”

No time to be cute with the usual teasing, no drawing out and working my way back. Right now, the path we’re on has no room for that.

“Exactly what you’re fucking doing, yes. More, k-keep...more.” Maddie’s drifting off into blissful incoherence as she floats to paradise.

I stay on the path slowly, without changing direction.

“Unfffff.” I make another dumb, primeval noise as I get deeper.

“Oooooooooh.” At least Maddie’s noises have some clarity to them.

I close my eyes.

I must still have fine art on my mind, because I see a split second of a faint, bluish color that then shifts to violet before vanishing.

It’s the type of thing I’ll sometimes see if I’m drifting off to sleep after being awake for too long, or that one time I was trying transcendental meditation at the insistence of one of the partners at my firm…

But now it’s gone, leaving just the brightness of my floor lamp shining through my eyelids.

I open my eyes, my pupils dilated with excitement, letting in the light bathing the bedroom.

Maddie and I are working on another tour de force, and this time it’s a collaborative effort.

We’re operating together perfectly, like two performers with seasoned chemistry that can only come after decades of experience.

Except this time, it’s immediate and so fucking natural.

I’m not considering every detail or spending too much thought. It’s just happening, us complementing and completing each other’s movements in our classic missionary pose.

It’s going perfectly, because there’s no other way it could go.

Moving any other way than how I am now would be unthinkable, maybe impossible. We reach every subtle change of pace at the exact same moment, fluctuating but building on an upward course—faster, more intensely.

Climbing the mountain together, I’m already passing heights I’ve never seen.

We’re both groaning, growling, roaring out nonsense syllables—our yelps alternating, then concurring, quieting down for a second…

We’re not at the summit yet, but we can see it in the distance.

There’s still some miles to go before we scrawl our signatures on this masterpiece.

After the breathy hush of reaching another new height, Maddie slices through the silence with a wild, vulgar shriek as we shift onto our sides.

Shooting fires from our eyes at each other, it’s time for our finishing touches.

It’s not that I’d choose for this to end, but the end of this is as undeniable as every part of it—a masterpiece with nothing out of place.

But fuck the metaphor—we’re past that now. Now we’re just fucking. We’re still not at our peak, but we’re going at it wildly.

I’m feeling those waves of pleasure like I’ve felt with no one else, riding them as they take over every part of my mind, my body, giving me no choice but to live in this moment as it builds and builds.

Maddie’s gripping my biceps, digging her fingers hard into my arms as we shout uncontrollably…

Oh, fuck, it’s fucking here. Maddie comes first, shuddering and cooing with her latest orgasm.

Our instincts still entwined, Maddie and I slide just slightly away from each other. With my cock back out in the open air, the emerald blaze of Maddie’s eyes does not leave me as I reach my summit—and we stay passionately fixed on each other as I come.