You came home and greeted me with the softest of kisses. We chatted and laughed while you changed clothes. You put on a silky black lingerie top. It was like a camisole but it buttoned up the front. It was smooth to the touch and very sexy. We relaxed on the couch and watched TV. I did my best to keep my hands off of you, and was mostly successful until the last few minutes of the program. We kissed and teased each other while we walked to the bedroom. We left a trail of clothing in our wake. At this point, my anticipation had been building for several hours.
We kissed and touched gently, affectionately, and intimately. It seemed as though my erection was harder than it had ever been before. I asked you to squeeze it. I wanted you to feel the effect you have on me. My desire heightened even more. I continued to tease and touch you all over. I started to get that feeling. The feeling that I've only ever felt with you. That feeling that my consciousness is a sandcastle....
And the wind was blowing...
I felt my existence start to give way to something far more interesting and enjoyable. I entered that blissful state where there are no boundaries between reality and imagination. My heart opened up to experience the raw emotion of the moment. It was soft and beautiful.
And yet undeniably primal. I had to taste you. I was desperate to kiss the soft warm moist folds of your aroused lips. I had to taste your pussy. I had to run my lips over your clit. Suck it, flick it, lick it.