We are sitting close on your bed, and I am finding it increasingly difficult to focus. You have been reading to me for quite some time now and although your voice is pleasurable, my ability to retain information is weak. The story becomes a blur. I look off into the distance, losing myself in the tone of your words. Your body feels warm next to mine. I lay my head on your shoulder, thinking that I could probably fall asleep right now if I weren't desiring to kiss you so badly. I wonder if you have noticed that my mind is elsewhere.
I look at you for what seems like a long time, before you stop reading and look back at me asking, "What?" I smile, finding it funny that something as simple as listening to you read can turn me on so much. I feel my juices leaking through my panties, as I grab your face and begin to kiss you. Trying to maintain composure, I kiss you lightly at first. You smile back at me, close and set your book down. I am happy you have accepted the change in activity.
We kiss harder, our tongues dancing. You are delicious. Needing to feel your body against mine, I move to sit in your lap. Your hands move under my dress, up the sides of my legs and hips. Your grasp feels warm and firm. Running my hands through your hair, I moan softly as I kiss you. I move my lips down and begin kissing and sucking on your neck, wanting to leave my marks on you.
I nibble on your earlobe before whispering, "More." I feel you move my panties to the side and slip a finger inside of me, feeling just how wet I am. I let out a whimper, and you slide my panties off. You insert two fingers inside of me and begin swirling them around. I moan louder, as your fingers become soaked. I grab your hand and suck on them, then kiss you forcing you to taste me. You seem to like it because you take off your shirt, and before I know it we are both naked.