If You And I Made Love

You lie next to me and gently stroke my hair. As delicately as you always do. From time to time, you kiss my wavy hair and shoulders. I don't react, but I enjoy it a little. I feel loved, because everything that happens is so gentle and soothing. You always stop and smell my hair. It's strange, but I've gotten used to it and I know you adore my scent. You've loved it since we met and since then, you keep smelling it. I feel so desired.

Slowly, your hand travels along my hip. Very slowly and delicately. Your hand always touches the edge of my breast, which excites me a little. Each touch is light, without pressure, and not at all insistent. It's as if you were touching a precious sculpture, with the greatest care and love.

Then, your hand lingers a bit more on my hip and moves to my butt. You start to massage it slowly and whisper if it's alright. I just nod, say something incomprehensible, and push my butt towards you, so you can reach it better. At first, very gently, then increasingly firmly, you massage my small and sweet butt. My eyes remain closed the whole time. I just want to enjoy this. I feel the love in every touch of yours.

You go back to caressing and let your hand slowly slide under the edge of my tight pants. You want to feel my bare skin and I want you to feel it too.

As your hand slides deeper, covering my small butt, you adorn my neck and nape with wet and delicate kisses. I feel how careful you are. You don't want to leave marks, because you know I don't like them. Very good. I feel understood.

Your hand continues to caress my sweet butt, but the tight pants start to bother me. So you begin to slowly take them off, down my legs. I help you and free myself from the annoying pants.

I still have my panties on, but they are starting to get wet slowly. You continue to caress my sweet butt and the lower part of my legs. I bend my top leg to give you better access. You take advantage of the opportunity and place one of your legs between mine, so that your thigh presses up against my panties from below.

Your hand moves up to my breast. You start to caress it slowly and knead it lovingly. In sync with your movements, your thigh massages my vulva in circular, undulating motions. I help a little by moving my hips.

Other than that, I'm not able to do much. I'm too busy enjoying this erotic massage with my eyes closed. I'm still aware of what we're doing, but part of me is already gone. Immersed in the sea of pleasure and eroticism, as waves of excitement temporarily wash away my worries.

I notice my pulse getting faster, my breathing deeper, and my panties getting wetter. You notice this too, and you move your hand from my breast, down to my belly button, and then to my panties. You rub me through the thin material. Your thigh continues to press up against my labia from below. My beautiful panties are now quite wet and actually just bothering me. I think you see this too, because you move your hand up again.

Slowly, you pull on the elastic of my panties, sliding them over my hips and down my legs. I lift my hips slightly to help you. I quickly get rid of the annoying nightgown too, and finally, I'm completely naked.

Now I lie on my back and look into your dark, friendly eyes. We gaze at each other for a moment, then you lean down and kiss me - passionately and intensely. My eyes close on their own. I feel your hand move down to my small, pulsing vagina. I spread my legs a little more and you start to stimulate my clitoris and the vulva around it with circular motions of your hand, while we continue to kiss. From time to time, a light moan escapes me, a "Fuck!" or a whispered "Yes!..."

Meanwhile, your loving kisses move down my neck to my breasts. It feels like a cure or erotic wellness treatment. Your hand massages my warm vulva and your mouth pampers my delicate breasts. Finally, you whisper slowly, "I want to taste you..." and your kisses move lower on my belly. I don't respond and just enjoy the anticipation.

I don't want to talk now. Just do what you know. Love me.

My skin tingles with anticipation and butterflies dance in my stomach. Make me happy. My little flower feels so... empty. Let me be happy for a moment. You continue your trail of kisses downward. Finally, your kisses slide over the mound of Venus. You position yourself between my legs, caress my open thighs, and kiss my little flower, lips on lips. Then you kiss the insides of my thighs before returning to the center and pressing your lips to me again. You move them delicately and rhythmically, but without using your tongue. This goes on for a while, and I almost become impatient. Start! Do you want to annoy me? Am I not worthy of your love? Don't you desire me? Love me!

But then I feel the tip of your tongue gently sliding along my opening. Up and down and up again until you decide to focus on my little pearl. It's wonderful, but I can't completely let go. Part of me is ashamed of my vagina, as well as my sexuality overall. Isn't my vagina disgusting? What if I don't taste good? As if you heard my doubts, you murmur softly and with desire in your voice: "I love your vagina. You taste wonderful."

You dedicate your tongue to my little opening again and wet two fingers with the moisture I've prepared for you. Slowly, you insert them into me. You penetrate me with your fingers, and I love it immensely. Your tongue now moves quickly over my clitoris, and every time your fingers enter me, they curl and touch my G-spot. Keep going! Faster! I breathe and moan loudly - now completely immersed in the sea of pleasure. Make me happy!

Your movements become faster, and I feel myself approaching an explosion, the little death. The warmth in my abdomen grows, and your movements become faster and faster. Keep going!

Suddenly, my whole body tenses, and I fall over the edge. I mumble a few words in my native language, and fortunately, you understand what's happening. You use your tongue quickly on my pearl, and your fingers press first faster, then very slowly inside me.

For a few seconds, my mind is gone. It simply isn't there anymore. Slowly, I come back. But it takes a few minutes before I can "judge" again.

I push your hand away and remove your fingers from my vagina, lying back, relaxed, on my back. You give my little plum a goodbye kiss and lie down next to me. I am so relaxed.

My eyes are still closed, but I feel a kiss on my forehead and my wild hair being stroked. You smell like me.

To be continued?