Explore your body with his mouth

Tristan rolls you over to the center of the bed, face down. You turn your head to the side and hear him check that you're comfortable. You nod and hum that you are. He moves your arms out a bit, and straddles you. You feel him carefully position himself so you don't support his entire weight, and then feel the bed to either side of you press down a little as he brings his arms down. You can feel that he's leaning over you, and before long, your neck receives gentle kisses. At first, they're barely light enough to be felt, but as he moves his head around, up, and down your neck, they're easier to appreciate.

Up the side of your neck, around your ear, and even a bit of nibbling. Oh that always made you feel so good, so ****. And for a brief moment, Tristan's tongue would find its way into your ear. That feeling of overwhelming sexual curiosity, confusion, and desire floods you. As always, he moves away just before you feel that you have to turn your head away. You sigh again, and realize that your breathing has become audible. Good, he always liked it when there were signs that you were enjoying yourself.

Down your neck, to your upper back went the trail of kisses. He sat up for a moment, and lightly traced a shape on your back. The soft touch of his sliding finger gave an exciting rush of euphoria down the rest of your back. The two hands came together to "wipe away" the image, and he repositioned himself further back. Leaning forward again, a polka-dot pattern of kisses painted your back, all the way down to just above your ass. He gave each cheek a quick kiss, and moved up to one of your arms.

Moving off of you to get better access to your arm, he placed one of his hands in yours and squeezed. Words weren't needed here, not in a moment like this. In the blanketing dark, the non-verbal sounds, the gentle feel, these things worked together to build a complete experience. That squeeze, those kisses, they conveyed a message that words would take too long to replicate.

The kisses worked their way down your arm, until Tristan had to move his hand away from yours. It was quickly replaced by a deep kiss in your palm. Gently lifting your hand up, one by one, each finger had a turn in his mouth. It would dance with his tongue for a moment, and feel the gentle scrape of his teeth as it slid out. After each finger had been visited, he repeated the arrangement on your other side. Steps were not skipped, no part was ignored. This pleasure, this exploration was thorough.

Back to your neck, for a few playful bites, and to nibble your ear a bit more. You move to roll over, but Tristan softly presses you back down with a, "Not yet," as he moves back down to your ass. Another kiss for each cheek, along with a stronger bite as well. His hands give a firm grasp to each one, accompanied by a quiet sigh, and the twitch of his erection against your leg.

Down your left leg he went, methodically down to your heel. Careful not to tickle, the kisses moved along the bottom of your heel, ending with a quick kiss to the pad of each toe. Reversing this up your right leg, you feel him make his way to your inner thigh. The bites return, as Tristan's mouth moves up, back and forth between your thighs, and your anticipation grows as he climbs. Eventually, he can't go any higher.

Moving his weight off of you again, you feel a kiss on your cheek, which moves to your mouth. You roll over onto your back, and Tristan moves forward to continue the kiss.