Gloria guides me to Heaven:

We're in front of a roaring fireplace in her home. We've been dating for 3 ½ weeks, we have an amazing connection and are entirely comfortable together. We're wrapped up in a blanket and we're wearing our knickers and she's topless while I'm in one of her t-shirts. It smells divine, it smells of her. She's teasing me, touching me everywhere. We're slowly working up to full sex. I put my foot down a couple of dates earlier and she's respected my need to go slow. She's been really sweet, but VERY forthright in telling (and showing) me how attracted to me that she is. We've shared a bottle of red wine and I'm feeling tipsy but utterly sentient. The fabulous meal I cooked earlier has filled our food hunger. Suddenly the hand that's been gently rubbing my belly moves upwards and she rolls on top of me. Her thigh falls between mine. She pauses, nose to nose and looks into my eyes for consent. She asks, “Is this okay? Can I touch you?”

I say, “Touch me everywhere.”

Her mouth crashes into mine, fitting perfectly, without any teeth bashing. Her passion explodes as her mouth opens to my tongue (and vice versa). We taste without boundaries. The fingertips of her left hand slide down and gently rub, in circles over my clit. My eyes shoot open. I gasp into her mouth and grab her strong back, as pleasure explodes from my clit. She knows I love her hands. She knows I'm wet as hell just being around her, thinking about her, touching myself in front of her. I can't believe I managed that one, but I did. I urge her to “Put your fingers inside me. Fuck me.”

But she doesn't. She just grins and says, “Naughty Girl.”

I'm feeling hotter and wetter and looser than I've ever been in my life. She starts to kiss me everywhere, just the way I like.

“I know you want me to go slowly, you've been telling me that for weeks. So we'll start with the obstacles.” She sits me up and slowly slides the t-shirt over my head. I lean in for a hot kiss, then she gently