Would You

There, in the dimmed mirrors, candles flickering, she reached for oil, and then musk...she combined them in a palm...rubbed palms together gently to warm and blend the substances and then began to spread it over her body and massaged it into her skin....

Ritual....over and over again....oil and musk...smoothing, massaging...toweling, buffing, burnishing...til she glowed like a dark bronze vessel....ready to be filled....

One more palm full of oil and fragrance...for areas not totally neglected, but those that demanded more attention....musky, oiled hands slide up smoothly from the rib-cage to cup up-turned breasts...come to rest hotly on areoles...then she begins to twist and pull her nipples....so hard that her exertions make her wince...so hard that she can feel heat mounting elsewhere....

More oil...more musk....this time to cool the heat, or to stoke it....the palm cups the labia...the lips of the pussy full, swollen, tingling...molding their exterior...kneading them like soft, sweet dough...forcing them apart...a digit slides into the crease—then two....no penetration, just the soft friction of rubbing with musk and oil....

The other hand caresses each ass-cheek, fully, lovingly...then, without warning...she smacks each—not gentle, but hard—the 'whacks' echo off the glass...their force forces penetration...she winces again...then moans...then allows her 'drumming' to set the pace....

A three-quarter, rear profile in the mirror catches her ass glowing now....its bronze now has the heat of copper....

Then she knows it's time to finish the deed....fluidly she ceases her drumming...lets the hand glide across heated cheeks while three fingers piston a highly lubricated pussy....the hand on the cheeks finds the valley between the two—its muscle-memory innate—two fingers spoon, then scoop—her rosebud opens like sweet, yielding fruit....

This time the moan is louder, and continuous, as she works both hands in unison in the mirror—if he had been there, it would be complete—his hands/lips on her mouth/nipples—but even without him the ecstasy is indescribable...she comes...twice...three times—who knows?....her knees buckle and she slides to the towel at her feet and collapses in shallow breathing....