Destined to joy - part I.

Destiny stretches across the bed. She catches his eyes lingering on her tight body, and the attention makes her shiver. With a slow smile she spreads her legs wider, letting him drink in the sight. Her fingers slip down, tracing small circles that grow wetter with each pass. The heat builds. She presses harder, hips lifting off the sheets as soft sounds escape her. Her free hand finds her breast, pinching the nipple until her breath comes quick. The need surges. She pulls her fingers free, glistening, then crawls forward and reaches for him. Her lips part, taking him in deep, slow and deliberate, until her throat works around the length. She draws back with a soft pop, strokes him once, then sinks again, eyes lifted to watch his face as she sucks.