It’s been several days since you’ve been to see me and we rest quietly on my bed. Sprawling naked and relaxed, intimately linked together by the casual placement of our bodies. You wrap your arm loosely around my shoulder, settling my head onto your chest while gently cupping the back of my head, fingers sifting through my blonde hair.
I can feel your lips pressing kisses against my hair. The only sound is that of your steady heartbeat in my ear. The gentle movement of my body, as your breathe.
God I love the way you make me feel.
The smell of your skin, so warm and masculine, makes my stomach clench. The rough texture of your cheek abrading my neck, as you place small kisses along my jaw. The strength of your fingers as you turn my face towards you, so you can press your lips to mine in a soft joining. No rush, just peace.
The casual stroke of a finger along the length of my neck sends a shiver racing down my spine, lifting goose bumps up and down the skin on my back.
No sound emerges but I can feel you laugh, your shoulders shaking gently at the way my body reacts to the simplest of your touches. I can feel the smugness almost seeping from you. I know the kick you get out of making my body want you; how you only need to look at me with those gorgeous blue eyes to have my knees weak., and how just the sound of your voice saying … “I want you girl” ... has me sopping wet; desire clenching hard and hot in my belly.
Your amusement annoys me.
Your confidence, so much of what attracts me to you, also makes me want to have you hard and writhing under my touch. I want you calling my name, helpless to the whims of my pleasure.
I want to hear those deep low moans as you near the edge. I want to be the one to tip you over. I want to watch, as pleasure erupts and you cease to breathe in that moment of release … your body trapped in the pleasure of my making.
I want that power.
I need to show you that you’re not the only one with the power to arouse with a touch.
Your large strong hand rests on my naked hip; fingers spread wide and slowly caressing with long, slow, sweeping movements.
My leg sprawls across your hair roughened thigh. The contrast of smooth and rough making me feel so soft and feminine.
I can feel you stir; your body twitching then relaxing and slowly starting to drift in to that space between wakefulness and slumber.
A wicked smile flits across my face.
I want to feel you hard and pulsing. I need to make you pay for the constant teasing that you love to inflict on my body.
I let you feel my fingers drift across your chest and I can hear the murmur as you rise slowly from slumber; your head turning towards me, lips brushing my forehead. My eyes track your mouth, lust pooling low in my belly.
I love your mouth.
The bow in your top lip was the first thing to attract my attention, after your intense blue eyes. Oh, and your bottom lip ... I can’t explain the pleasure I get from your mouth.
You started to drift off while my attention was distracted by fantasies of your luscious lips. I can’t resist. I push myself up, slip my damp tongue along the seam of your lips; moaning softly at the pleasure, tracing the gorgeous curves. I know you’re awake. I can feel your muscles tensing under me, a sure sign that you’re thinking of more than sleep. Placing my mouth to yours I gently rub back and forth. Soft damp kisses. Your lips part and I gently suck on your bottom lip, pulling the flesh into the warm recesses of my mouth, teeth gently biting down on the fullness.
A soft whimper slips from my throat as I watch as your eyelids lift and that sexy knowing glint appears in the blue depths. Damn you, you know the effect your mouth has on me and you smile slightly at me.
My breath catches as you slowly wink.
God you are everything I want in a man.
Steeling my resolve I lean back onto my elbow, watching as your eyes drift shut, a slight smile still about your lips.
I lie on my side, leg draped across your hips, breasts resting against your chest, my nipples hard and aching. I drag the pad of one finger across your flesh, watching as your nipples pebble. Take my tongue and swipe it across the small hard bud, my teeth dragging quickly behind.
I hear the sharp intake of your breath and it is music to my ears.
Laying my head back onto your chest, I shift myself down, drag hot wet kisses down the muscles of your stomach. Place my head just above the rising shaft of your sex, I can see you thickening, pushing towards my parted wet lips; only my hot breath caresses the waiting head.
I want you waiting and expectant; I trace the outline of your sex. Not touching, just hovering over your skin, brushing the outline on your taunt stomach. Your muscles pulled tight as you hold your breath. Gently tickling the flesh of your inner thigh with my fingernails, I laugh softly as your shaft jumps and twitches, as if searching for my touch. My hot breath flows over you as I settle between your open thighs, my long lean body slipping full length between your legs. Still not touching, I hover just above you. You’re now fully engorged, thick, hard and pulsing. Watching the intense focused look on your face almost makes me forget the reason for tonight ... the lesson I want to teach.
I lock my eyes to yours, place gentle kisses on the soft skin of your inner thigh, small white teeth biting and then lips sucking the flesh.
Almost without my control my eyes drift to the length of you; a gorgeous thick shaft, perfect in its smooth velvet skin, the softer head oozing slick clear fluid. My small pink tongue peeks out between white teeth and laps up the wetness seeping from you.
Hearing the hiss of your breath I’m encouraged to continue; tongue barely touching, gently running the full length, base to tip, one long slide over the sensitive skin as your cock twitches and pulses.
I can’t tear my gaze from your arresting face. Hint of blue between slitted eyelids, hands fisted by your side. I can’t keep a smile from appearing when the growl from deep within your chest reaches me. You know what I’m doing and you’re trying to resist the temptation to use your hands to guide my mouth onto you.
I keep your face in my sights, rise up over you, lips parting and slipping over the head, as my breasts brush against your inner thighs. My tongue lightly flicks along the underside of your cock, teasing the sensitive skin, my hand firmly pulling along the entire length of your shaft until it rests at the base, while my wet tongue continues to tease by swirling around the ridge.
Keeping my lips firm, I slide slowly down as far as I can take you, the head of your cock hitting the back of my throat. Using my tongue to swirl around the shaft, I slip up and then down again a little bit deeper, sucking gently, creating a tight vacuum.