His fingers began to probe, flickering across my lips, nails grazing gently against them, then sliding inwards, gathering my juices and slipping easily inside me. Immediately, he drew his fingers up again, running his index finger directly against my clitoris. I squealed as he stopped and placed the tip of his finger against it, pressing and teasing, before beginning to slide round and around it. I started to buck my hips as he elicited deep-rooted sensations from me, my clitoris suddenly bursting to life with its new attention.

Sliding further down the bed, he began to drag his tongue down my chest and belly, following the line his fingers had taken minutes before, leaving a gentle cascade of kisses on my flesh. As his head approached my pelvis, my heart began to hammer in my chest, another moment of imminent sexual revelation impressing itself on my senses. I parted my legs as wide as I could and waited for the moment.

His tongue dragged downwards over my mons towards my slit. He was progressing in slow motion, but finally he reached his goal and I felt his breath on my pussy, then his lips on mine, and then his tongue edging forward, probing gently, purposefully, parting my lips and entering me. I was wetter than I think I've ever been, my body racked by pleasure, muscles rigid and fingers clenched. He began to lick, tracing his tongue up and down my slit, the hot wetness of his mouth leaving me breathless. My clitoris was crying out for attention and I bucked beneath him, trying to manoeuvre myself into position. He quickly took the hint and sealed his mouth around it, sucking it into his mouth, playing his teeth against it, rolling his tongue over and across.

"Just suck," I breathed. "Hard. Suck hard."

He fell onto me once more and did as I asked. My thigh muscles were rigid, calves almost cramping, and my abdomen was tensed to the point of pain. I felt on the edge of a precipice, teetering, on the verge of collapsing into an abyss and not certain whether I wanted to be saved or not. And then I knew. Fluttering, flashing, frenzied sensations were building in my stomach and womb, circling and clashing inside me, building in strength and speed as though readying themselves to be unleashed. I was panting rhythmically, my hands gripping the sheet and twisting it this way and that. He sucked and sucked, occasionally flicking his tongue across the sensitised tip of my clitoris, and finally I succumbed.

With a scream I gave in, my muscles relaxing for an instant as my climax erupted from my womb and sped through every inch of my body. My eyes blazed, sparks of light dancing before them; my ears were popping with the buzz of hysteria; my skin was alive, thrumming with energy. I couldn't keep quiet, the intensity of my orgasm leaving me with no control over my faculties. I panted and moaned and sighed and screamed and I never wanted the moment to end.

We made love for the rest of the afternoon. It was slow and extraordinary. It was warm and precious.