I would want her to touch me. The back of my neck, the ridge of my shoulders, the well of my spine. My calves, thighs and my hips. Just to feel me. Hold these things in her hands, trace her nails down my body and awaken my senses of awareness that so often lovers leave to slumber. I would want her to awaken my body, the raw length of it. I am 6'6" and my limbs, my body it goes on forever. I am long and people forget about all of me, and it's sad.
I would ask that she let me look at her and see her body. Her true shape and body without worrying about any source of judgement from me at all. I want to share her. And I want her open sitting on the edge of my bed. Knees spread, naked and completely vulnerable. I would want to stand in front of her equally naked and plant my right foot past her on the bed, beyond her left knee as she is facing me. Completely vulnerable myself, half straddling her form. I would ask her to hold the weight of my balls away from their natural burden on my body. To draw them up and away from my legs and thighs. To let my penis just be, flaccid. But cup and draw my balls away. Lift them, run her fingertips and or nails lightly under my taint. Coax my erogenous zones, but most importantly just hold my smooth shaven full bag of cum. Take ownership for the large amount of it she will milk from them before the night is done. Hold the weight, the way I do daily in her presence.
While she holds me I will hold her. I will hold her head, lightly close her eyes. And bring my fingers lightly down her face. Across her forehead, her temples, around the backs of her ears. Coax the stress out of her jawline and tease her lips with the lightest touch just to feel their warmth. I would ask her to melt under my touch. My kneading grip on her shoulders, thumbing her clavicles and dragging strong fingers against her shoulders. I would run my hands down her back. Both walking my fingers through her tight muscles, but also lightly grazing her skin. Literally delicately scratching sensation down her spine. I would have her lean forward. And ask her not to kiss or lick or touch my genitals with lust or passion. Just let them be ok against her hot breath and her total awareness of my heavy weight. Let it be ok to have my cock growing thicker by her closeness. But just let her feel it grow and be ok with experiencing it, without feeling the need to reciprocate touch or passion. Just feel my power grow against her cheeks and mouth, feel the head engorge with her closeness the shaft thicken and sprout a web of veins. All of me shaved smooth and sensitive against her face.
I would get down on my knees between her legs and kiss her forehead. Then I would kiss her temples, and rub her neck, tilting her head from side to side so I could kiss her jaw and cheekbones. I would kiss her eyelids and work my way to her lips. I would ask that she grab my body when I kissed her. Rip and grab and squeeze my body. My arms and my shoulders and my chest. If my body was a block of clay, I would want her to grab the lumps out of it kneaded muscle by kneaded muscle.
And I would kiss her. Hold her head with delicate strength and drink her passionate mouth into mine. I would start passionate, but tender and suck on her lips and tease her tongue more than any extravagant kissing. I would play with her mouth. And lift her off the bed by her ass and hold her against me. Her open and wrapped around me. Our chests firmly pressed. My hands grabbing her ass fiercely, gripping almost painfully her sweet ass. We would play, passionately. Meeting, learning, listening, fighting somewhat irrationally, learning, listening, laughing. My dick would be ragingly thick and full and her pussy would be wet, and achingly open. Tight against my straight upward shaft and balls, occasionally sliding against it but only incidentally.
