The window is open and the persistent rain a friend of mine pelts on the world outside, the wind blows the curtain inwards and howls around the dark lonely Christmas night, but it isn’t lonely in here, not any more I think as I feel you snuggle in close to my bare back.
We’re spending our first night together and it’s the best Christmas present I’ve ever had.
I’m afraid that in the morning you’ll fade away like the memories of a wonderful dream and because of that I’m fighting sleep I don’t want this feeling to ever end.
“Hold me tight”
I whisper in the darkness and I never say the part about “never letting go”.
You squeeze me tighter and I gasp with the thrill of it.
My hair shields my neck from your mouth as you move your face next to me, and breathe in the last remaining traces of my perfume, you move my hair to the side and murmur softly as you inhale and your lips rest there.
We agreed that we wouldn’t have sex on our first night together and not because we don’t want to, because right now I want every part of you, I’m aching for you, for the closeness that having you inside me would bring, I’m certain without even checking that you’re straining with desire too.
“I want you”
I say because regardless of what we agreed, I need to be able to tell you that much, I need to make you to feel wanted.
“Close your eyes”, you say to me and I’m not sure how you knew they were open but I do as I’m told and smile.
You distance yourself from me and prop yourself up on your elbow.
“Now open your legs”, you say to me and again I obey you.
Then you begin the sweetest sexiest mind fuck I’ve ever experienced.
“Are you wet?”
You ask me and of course you already know the answer but I start to move my hand to check for myself.
“No touching”
You say and I’m really excited now because this is new to me.
“Can you imagine me between your open legs?” you say, and yes I can imagine, I imagine you there rested on your elbows between my spread legs, I anticipate you parting my soft lips and your fingers delving into me for the first time. I feel new juices ooze from the aching spot between my legs and I gasp at my own arousal as you continue to tell me what you’d like to do to me.
“I want to spread you open and explore inside you.” you say and “Jesus Christ I can practically feel your fingers doing it and your hot breath on my exposed pussy as you watch closely. Beneath the duvet my pussy screams silently for all that you mention and I can hear the breaking in your voice as you continue to arouse us both with your spoken desires.
You stroke my forehead as you speak and the tenderness overwhelms me in a way I’ve never experienced before.
“I going to want to taste you now”, you say and my mind easily finds that scenario.
“My tongue tantalises your swelling clit, and you’re soaking pussy tastes so delicious that I want to drink from it”, you tell me and I’m not sure I can bear this aching anymore because you’re here with me in my bed, you want me as much as I want you and this is tormenting me.
I moan as I shift closer to you, my legs still wide, my pussy is sopping wet just for you and the swelling, aching, tingling worse than the worlds biggest itch but much more divine.
“Please”
I say and you understand, you kiss me gently on the lips and linger a while to listen to and feel the quick shortened breaths you’ve reduced me to.
I kiss you hard now in the hope that I can make you lose control and the kiss you respond with is equal passion and just makes me wilder, I’m becoming like an animal now writhing helplessly along side you with a hunger that needs to be fed.
You replace your mouth with your fingers and I suck each of them into my mouth it’s an un-deliberate representation of my hunger for you and I know it’s driving you wild too.
“Please”
I beg again and I’m really begging for lots of things including your heart.
Your hand slides beneath the duvet and my heart quickens, you find my hand and guide our fingers to the centre of my need.