Men Need Love Too

I gently push you back onto the chair before I sit to straddle your hips. I look into your eyes as I move my hands up slowly to rub my index and middle fingers to your temples, massaging small circles. I watch as you close your eyes, a soft hum escaping your lips. Watching the pleasure from the sensation etching over your face has me torn between being content to just linger in this moment and the urge to teasingly roll my hips against yours. I'm studying you now. Examining every feature that marks your face and wonder to myself how someone so breathtakingly beautiful could ever think they are anything less than just that. You open your eyes to watch me stare back at you. In this moment it strikes me that I'm speechless. You've rendered me speechless. I'm speechless not because I can't name one of the million things I find desirable about you but because you've stolen all the oxygen in the room and sucked me into you so completely I can't even think of words to explain the feeling. However I can show you.

I step back from your lap to stand before you. I look down at you, still searching for where you could possibly find anyplace on or within you to feel any ounce of self doubt about. I reach for the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head to drop it to the floor. I reach for the button and zipper of my jeans before they hit the floor too. I'm standing before you now in my flawed perfection and I'm choosing to bare myself to you to say this is me physically and emotionally looking at you and there's not a damned thing about you that doesn't inspire to turn me on.

I step forward and straddle you again. There's nothing more that I want then to kiss you, so I do. It's intense and lustful and I should get a fucking medal for how long I've resisted that sumptuous urge to grind myself into you, but I'll be damned if I deny myself any ounce of pleasure you offer, so I give in and do that too. My lips are parted, pink and swollen, breathing ragged, as I lean back to admire you once again. The words to reassure you still haven't come to me yet because what could I say to completely encompass the thoughts that are running rampant in my mind. I caress each one and breathe life into them as they leave my mouth. I take your hand in mine and place it over my heart.

"See how it flutters from your touch. Just the thought of you has it threatening to escape from my chest."

I continue trailing your hand downwards, while bringing your free hand to meet it's other intended destination. I stop them both over my breasts. I coax your thumbs to brush back and forth over my nipples. I feel the pull low in my belly from the action but beg myself to focus.

"See how hard they are for you. How they ache solely for your fingers and tongue to lavish them."

I'm losing myself in a heady fog of arousal that soon is enveloping you in it too right along with me. I feel it crawling up the back of my neck, goosebumps prickling the soft flesh there. My breasts feel heavy and my nipples pebble further almost to the point of being painful. My body is begging you to alleviate the thrumming throb ghosting underneath my skin. I roll my head back, eyes closed, lips parted and I'm so close to pleading with you to put me out of this blissful torture, so close to demolishing any ego I might have and begging you to end this with your hands, your mouth, your cock that's hard beneath me. For myself to beg you to give me anything and everything you're willing to, to stifle this feeling. My resolve is slipping by the minute and I'm loosing my...Focus!

I leave one of your hands on my breast as I continue guiding your other with my own to it's final destination, sitting up a little to grant us access, tracing slowly over the skin of my belly to the waistband of my panties, before slipping underneath them. I suck in a breath as I lead your fingers through my folds and I'm absolutely soaking. I'm utterly destroyed and now I know for sure any chance of oxygen entering my body at this point is dismal. I can hear myself mewling as I coat our fingers in the nectar you effortlessly demand from my body.

"See how wet you make my baby. How you make me slick and hot and swollen. There's not a moment that I'm not ready for you."

You're staring down at our hands hidden beneath the fabric between my thighs but I'm staring at you. I'm praying that the understanding of what I'm saying is slamming into you in the same way I'm imaging you slamming into me. Your eyes look back up to meet mine as I bring your fingers to my mouth. I suck them in slowly, trailing my tongue over the pads, savoring the taste of us mixed together, my heat and the salt from your skin and I'll never get over my addiction to relishing it off of you. Another wave of arousal slams into me. Seeps from me.

"See baby, All for you."