I'm standing before you, fully clothed, yet completely bare.
While I'm far from a virgin, it still feels like my first time. I feel your hand under my chin, you tilt my face up until I'm looking at you. Your blue eyes lock onto mine and you smile. The butterflies in my belly take wing.
Placing both hands on either side of my face you lower your mouth to mine.
We've never kissed before.
Another first.
As my eyes start to close you say, "Keep your eyes open, just look at me."
Your lips meet mine, a soft, sweet first kiss. "Open for me," you whisper. Your tongue traces the inside of my bottom lip, then enters my mouth, mating with mine.
You deepen the kiss even more, and I hold onto your shoulders to keep myself upright.
Threading the fingers of your right hand in my hair, you tilt my head to the side. You control the kiss. You control me.
A moan escapes me, as you work your way along my jawline. You line the shell of my ear with your tongue before scraping my earlobe gently between your teeth.
I feel your warm breath against my ear. "I'm going to undress you. I've been waiting so long for this".
You slide my shirt upwards your hands skimming my ribcage, moving over my breasts. I lean into your touch wanting more. In a breath my shirt is gone, my bra soon drops to the floor as well.
You cup my breasts, I love the feeling of your strong, calloused hands against my smooth skin. You glide your thumbs across my nipples and they harden instantly.
You go to your knees before me, and tease my nipples with your tongue.
I arch against you.
"Your body is amazing," I hear you say. "A work of art."
You kiss your way down my stomach, stopping once you've reached the waistband of my jeans.
Undoing them, you slide them down over my hips to the floor. I am left with just my thong. You cup the most delicate part of me in your palm, the proof of my arousal hot and wet against your hand. I almost orgasm.
Slowly, gently, you stroke your fingers over my pussy, the thin material of my thong is all that separates my skin from your hand.
You're a musician, and I've watched your videos endlessly, just staring at your beautiful hands. Many nights I've teased myself with thoughts of how it would feel to have you play my body the way you would your guitar.
I spread my legs to give you greater access. I need to feel you inside me, your fingers, your cock, your tongue. I don't care.
I'm aching.
After what feels like an eternity, you peel my thong away.
One of your fingers enters me, then another. You leave them there, letting me get used to the feeling.
