“Do you want to try it? Just to see what it’s like?” She turned to face me on my bed, and offered me her trembling lips. We moved our faces, bumped noses, tilted our heads. I looked into her eyes. She wanted this as much as I did. I pulled her into an embrace. She wrapped her bare arms around my naked body and caused me incredible pleasure.
We kissed for a long time, barely coming up for breath. We discovered new things about each other with our mouths. I stopped caring whether she knew I was excited.
Our kisses ended, but not our embrace. Time stopped like a painting of lovers wrapped in each other’s arms.
“That was good.” I finally said. She nodded and rested her head on my chest. I took her face in my hands and waited for a new day.
New days brought new kisses but the still life never changed. Even when I kissed my way down her neck, tasting the sweat on her skin, listening to her breathing as I licked her. She gasped with pleasure; her breathing quickened. Her right hand reached up and pulled my face to her belly. I licked at the smooth skin and slowly worked my way down her side, over hip, to a long leg spread and waiting.
The painting grew dusty over the years. I clean and look at it once in awhile and remember her face and her taste.