I didn't stop kissing her, I just quit kissing her mouth. My lips and tongue were busy all over her face, giving her little, quick, light kisses and then moving on to kiss and lick the soft skin of her lovely neck. I could feel her pulse throbbing just beneath her skin and I imagined for a moment that I was a vampire, about to dine on the rich life giving blood surging through her veins. I raised up then and gently rolled her over, moving her hair aside to allow me to attack the soft skin there. Her breathing and the low cooing and occasional gasps told me I was on the right track. I've never known a woman for which the back of the neck is not a major league erogenous zone, and kissing or licking this area has never failed as a foreplay technique, for me anyway, your mileage may vary. My hands, which were not idle, blazed a trail across her perfect skin which my lips and tongue then followed, leaving their own shining evidence of passage behind them. I rubbed, kissed, licked, and caressed every square inch of her back and down her sides, even to those portions of her breasts which were exposed in this position. As I approached her buttocks, I saw her spread her legs slightly, as if in anticipation, but I was still not ready to quit teasing and so I lightly glided over those splendid mounds and concentrated on completely covering first one and then the other leg with kisses from thigh to toe and back again, spending a particularly long, and for her excruciating, time on the sensitive skin at the backs of her knees. She had begun to hump the bed, attempting to obtain some release by grinding her pubic mound into the matress. Her musk was a rich perfume which saturated the atmosphere of the room and it seemed to draw me to its source. I moved my mouth northward, back up the backs of her thighs and the closer I came to their junction, the wider Lisa spread her legs, and the more of her powerful scent was released. This made it difficult to resist simply crawling up between her legs and shoving my trembling cock deep into her sopping slit. I was intent, however, on tasting her first, and so I locked down my control and continued working my lips and tongue up the inside of first one thigh and then the other, until I had placed wet, sloppy kisses in the crease on either side of her hot, pulsating mound. Each time my mouth contacted her warm, smooth skin, she let out a little gasp or made a sharp intake of breath. I found these little sounds incredibly arousing -- maybe it was a power thing, or maybe it was just knowing that she was taking pleasure from something I had done, but it was a powerful aphrodisiac none the less.