It is a bright, warm, but not hot, afternoon in May. The sun lights the room and falls across the bed as a refreshing breeze blows in through the open windows. I follow you into the room, my hand on you hip where the roundness of your behind begins. We are silent, as there is nothing to say. Talking is not necessary at this time. We know what each other wants and words would only spoil the moment.
At the edge of the bed, you turn. The sun highlights your hair and your hazel eyes speak volumes. They show desire, love, lust and anticipation. I slip a hand behind your neck and pull you close for an eager kiss. Your lips are so soft. Every time I kiss them, I am amazed. Not just at the feel, but the fact that I am able to kiss you. I almost cannot believe that you allow me to share everything, physical, emotional and spiritual, with you. I truly feel like the luckiest person in the world. Quickly the kiss builds, and I move my lips along you jaw line, down your neck and to the soft, feminine area just at the top of the swell of your breast.
I linger there a moment and hear your quick intake of breath. I work my way back up to your lips as my other hand moves from you hip up to cup your breast. I run my thumb over your nipple and feel it harden at my touch. I can feel more than hear, you moan, as our tongues dance together. I release you breast and neck and move to start unbuttoning your shirt. As each new inch of flesh is revealed, I kiss it, until I have worked my way down to your belly button. I spend several seconds there, enjoying the feeling of my tongue playing with it. I straighten up and slid both hands past the sides of breast, still covered by you delicate lace bra. I don't use any pressure, just a light touch and a quick one at that. Again I hear an intake of breath from you, as you anticipate me caressing them. That is quickly followed by an almost exasperated exhale as you realize that you must wait for the stimulation you so desire.
As my hands reach your shoulders, I push the shirt off them and you shrug it to the floor. I am vaguely aware of the silky material as it lands lightly on my bare foot. I lean in for another kiss, this time hard and searching. I feel your arms go around me, pulling me closer. I grab your behind, pulling you up against my crotch. You feel my hardness and grind against me slightly, letting me know you feel it too. Still locked in a steamy kiss, I undo the clasp on your bra, but our bodies are still pressed together and does not allow it to fall away. Suddenly I can feel you tugging at my shirt, urging me to join you in being naked from the waist up.
Finally we break the kiss and pull away from each other. Before my shirt obscures my sight I see your beautiful breasts appear as their lace prison falls away. As I do every time I see them, my heart beats a little faster, my cock gets a little harder, and I am filled with a sense of beauty. The roundness they posses, the color of your areola and the little pink buds that are you nipples. I almost fight you to get my shirt off so I may worship them with my hands and mouth. Unfortunately, you are quicker, and your mouth attacks my nipples first. Now it is my turn to draw in a breath. I lean my head back and moan. My encouragement only makes you suck harder and roll your tongue over my sensitive nubs.
Finally I can't take it any longer. Although I am enjoying what you are doing, immensely, I need to feel you nipples against my tongue. In one swift, yet gentle motion, I push you away and down on the bed. You look at me with eyes so filled with passion and love, that it almost hurts to look into them. With out taking my eyes of yours, I yank my shorts down and off. There I stand, fully erect and ready; a small twinge of embarrassment that you can get me this turned on and have not even touched my manhood. That feeling quickly passes as you lightly run your finger nails up the underside of my hard on. The sensation is almost too much, and I shiver, fighting the urge to cum right then and there.
Still locked eye to eye, I kneel on the bed, straddling you thigh. You feel my hardness pressing into your leg and you run your hands through my chest hair. I can never get enough of kissing you and move in for another. As I lay on top of you, I feel the hard points of you nipples against my chest and it reminds me of what I was in the middle of a few moments ago. Again, I trail a line of kisses down your jaw, then your neck and to your breasts. Like a man that hasn't eaten for a week, I voraciously attack one, wanting to attach myself to it and never let go. But I know that its sister is just a few inches away and I cannot leave her alone. For several minutes, I alternate between your breasts, kissing, sucking, nibbling and rubbing. I can sense your passion and excitement building as you arch you back, trying to push you breasts father into my mouth.
Finally, I cannot delay any longer. Other areas of your body desire attention and who am I to ignore them? Reluctantly, I break away from you luscious globes. I swing both legs inside of your, and I notice I have leaked a puddle of pre-cum on your thigh. I am always amazed at how turned on I get with you. With slowness I would not think possible at this point, I slide your shorts and panties of off as one. My eyes are glued to the sight of your body, as each millimeter is revealed. The first wisps of curly brown hair peek over the waistband, along with the beautiful, smooth flesh that is your hip and pubic area. Finally, the cleft of you pussy starts to show and I notice my breathing getting faster. Even before I can see your wetness, I can smell your excitement. It is as intoxicating as any drug and an aphrodisiac unlike anything man has ever invented.
