The sheets made a small<span style="font-style: italic">whoosh</span>as Tracy fell back into them, his hair fanning out on the bed beneath him, sinking inexplicably deeper into the mattress as Cynthia hovered above him, like she carried so much more weight despite his larger frame. The cool sheets felt phenomenal against his suddenly very flushed skin, but her fingers only burned into his skin as she worked her way across his body, tracing every dip and curve that she could find. Inch by inch, Cynthia's skin revealed itself to him as her shirt came up and over her head before it was discarded in some direction or another. Tracy exhaled slowly, deeply, propping himself up on one elbow and reaching out to cup her breast in his other hand, only deviating to lift his hips to accommodate being undressed. Touches turned to kisses, trailing across every plain of flesh that her fingers had touched and more, descending further and further and further...<br/><br/>"Oh fuck," he whispered as she took him in her mouth, grabbing her hand as she offered it and the hand that had been busying itself on her chest now tangling in her hair. His lower abdomen tightened like a coil and released every time she moved her tongue. It wound tight and unwound in a gradual, mounting cycle through his core, the soles of his feet, spine, lips, the tips of his ears. He briefly contemplated her fingers, curled around his cock, and how solid and cool they would feel on his fevered skin, or the wet trail he'd like to lick up the center of her back if she wasn't on top of him.<br/><br/>Tracy's fingers curled into the hair at the back of Cynthia's neck, just pulling enough to get her to look at him. "Hey," he said, his voice catching more than he was comfortable with. He reached over her, his fingers trailing down her back to hook around the waist of her pants and pulling her around toward him, pushing her around until she was straddling his face. He enjoyed the view for a moment, reaching up to stroke her through her pants before pulling them down to her knees, kissing a suspiciously wet spot on her panties. His hands came up above him, squeezing her hips and slowly pushing down her underwear to be forgotten like her pants. Tongue and hand made themselves busy, slowly pushing a finger inside as his mouth worked on her.