Intimacy
Your moaning is loud and deep, and in your passion you begin kissing
my ear. This stifles your moaning, but the pleasure you’re feeling forces
you to switch to an arousing whimper, in the depths of your throat. You
tongue my ear, sending ripples of desire through me. It turns me on as much
as your whimpering does, and I squeeze your ass harder, pressing your crotch
against mine.
The sexual joy I’m feeling builds, builds, builds until I can stand it
no longer. In one quick motion I break our embrace and pick you up in my
arms. Our lips meet and our tongues intwine, increasing our mutual feeling
of intimacy.
I step forward, where I guess the bed should be. I can’t open my
eyes to look, because your passion has captured me. I am yours, mind, soul,
and *body*.
My knees encounter soft resistance; I have found the bed, the place
where we shall consumate our devotion. I climb onto the bed, kneeling, and
gently place you upon it. Our kiss never breaks. I lower myself onto you,
taking your head tenderly into my hands.
My passion increases. I break our kiss, but quickly continue it
elsewhere. I drench your face in kisses, licks and nips. Your cheeks, so
soft and creamy, feel so good under my lips. I move down to your neck.
Kissing the curve of your throat makes me shudder in ecstacy. Your skin
here is so soft, so smooth. Feeling the underside of your chin against
my cheek, the lovely firmness of your shoulder against my ear, all this
contact drives me wild. In my desire I accidentally leave small red
marks on your neck, signs of our love. Caught up in the moment, you
won’t notice them until tomorrow, when they will remind you of the bond
we shared.
My lips travel downward, toward your breasts. My fingers feel for
the buttons on your blouse, and by chance they brush against your hard
nipples. Your back stiffens in arousal, but I refuse to linger there, I
have more intimate things on my mind.
My left hand finds the top-most buttons, but I have trouble with
them. My pleasure is so intense, your body is so captivating, I can’t
concentrate on the buttons.
Frustrated, I bring my other hand down to your blouse, gripping
its other side. A muffled THHP can be heard as I pull your blouse open,
ripping off its buttons. A wave of relief courses through me as I feel
your top give, and my greedy hands snake inside. Your breasts, so full
and enticing, seem to thrust themselves into my palms. One look at them,
one touch of them against my skin, is all I need to remind me how much
they excite me, how much they satisfy me.
After an inital, mind-blowing squeeze, I pull my hands away slightly,
until only your nipples are touching my hands. Slowly I move them in a
circular direction, your nipples in the center of my palms.
Again you moan, and your back arches high, trying to push your
breasts into my hands once again. Your hands rake my back, trying in
vain to pull me to you. Your pelvis presses upward, grinding into my
crotch, into my stiff member.
Your moans deepen as our hips grind together, and you entwine
my legs in yours. Your lips find their way to my ear, and your tongue
sinks deep into it. You want me, you need me inside you, you need me
to take you to heaven.
I’m there for you, all yours, at your beck…