I want you
I finally have you where I want you: alone. My place, your place,
it doesn’t matter, as long as I have you to myself. I take you in my arms,
feeling your weight against my body, and press my hardness against you.
You feel so good there against me, so soft, warm and squeezable. I take your
head in my hands and kiss your lips, ever so softly. Your lips are moist
and delicious, and I savor every moment. My mouth parts slightly, allowing
my tongue to creep out and tentatively press between your lips. Ever so
slowly, your lips part, and my tongue sinks down into your mouth, where your
eager tongue awaits…
My hands creep down your luscious body, passion bursting in me with
each inch they cover. My hands brush against your breasts, so firm and full.
I long to stop there, long to take one in each hand. I know it would please
you as much as I know it would please me. But I control myself, and make my
hands drift further down, down, down to your waist, so soft and smooth. I
let my left hand drift around behind you, and allow myself the pleasure of
grasping your fine ass. Oh, the indescribable pleasure of it! My right
hand has other intentions, though. I let it go where it wants, and it
wiggles its way inbetween our bodies, and down to your delicious wetness.
So soft, so wet, so…. Your wet playground is quite a delight…
I sense your passion building, and with a few deft flicks of my fingers
I send you close to the edge, but not quite over. The mounting tension makes
you grind your hips into mine, and you moan with pleasure….