It seems as if it has taken forever to get to this point. I have teased, fondled, and satisfied you. Finally it's my turn. I must have you inside me.
You turn to me, finally I can see the need, the want in your beautiful, soulful hazel eyes. "I want you," I hear you say in your southern drawl. "I want to hear you moan. I want to hear you beg for me."
I wrap my arms around your neck and pull you towards me, a slow leisurely kiss. I can smell your scent, your muskiness. I taste you and want to devour you until I can no longer breathe. You push me up against the wall with such force, even though we are still lip locked it knocks the breath out of me. "You think you can tease me and not get payback?" You say as you have me pinned.
"You enjoyed it, did you not?" I ask breathlessly.
"Of course, I did. But not as much as I'm going to enjoy you."
Your kiss is hard, passionate and I can't breathe or move. My legs go weak with this change in you. Suddenly I can feel my wetness erupt. Just your voice, your kiss gets me wet but your forcefulness has me shivering in anticipation. With one hand you have both my hands pinned, your other gently traces down my cheek, along my neck and your fingers ever so slightly circle my hardening nipple.
I moan in delight, "Oh, my god." Then without warning you take my nipple between your thumb and forefinger and pinch tightly. "Ouch!" I yell in pain as my body jerks in response but I feel a trickle down my inner thigh.
"You like that, do you?" You ask. "Don't you?" You say more harshly when I don't immediately answer.
"Yes. Yes, I do," I respond. "I want you now. I want you in me."
"Oh, no. Not now, not for a while. Turnabout is fair play," you tease.
As you kiss me again, all I can respond with is a muffled, "Oh-oh."
Still kissing me, you guide me to the bed. I feel the edge of the mattress hit behind my knees. Then I feel myself falling backwards as you push me back onto the bed. "So, will you be a good little girl or do I have to tie you up?"
"I can be both a good little girl and a very bad girl."
"Hmm, I love the sound of that, Darlin'," you say softly, your accent just a purr. "I hope you're ready because I'm going to make you moan and writhe and scream. I don't want you to hold anything back."
You know me all too well, even after all these years. I restrain myself and have a hard time letting go, letting the passion overtake me. "Yes, dear," I promise.