We are standing face to face.
I can feel your breath on my skin.
My anticipation of this moment is at its apex.
You take a step, closing the gap between our bodies.
My body is slightly chilled by the coolness of the wall, at the same time on fire with yearning.
Your hands are on the wall at the side of my face.
If I turn even a little, I could kiss your bicep.
Our eyes are locked.
Can he see me?
Does he know me?
Does he want me?
You roughly grab the back of my neck, pulling me to you.
You hesitate and then, like a vampire, you seize my throat.
Closing my eyes I submit.
I am yours, go ahead.
I lean my head to give you more to devour.
Kissing and sucking you make your way to the ridge of my collar bone.
I shiver with excitement.
Goose bumps everywhere.
You undo my blouse, one button at a time and the thudding in my chest is almost audible.
You peel back the cover and a moan escapes your intense façade.
Briefly you gaze at my bare breasts and then gently take one into your mouth.
You nibble on my tight, pink nipple, flicking with your tongue, driving me into a frenzy.
I take hold of your head, my fingers in your gorgeous blonde hair, holding you tight to me.
My insides become fluid as my pulse quickens and my breathing catches.
Your restraint is weakening, primal urges threatening to take over.
I am melting into your serene dominance and feral intent.
You quickly unfasten my pants, jerk them down and then off.
I'm craving for you to enter me, itching for that filling penetration, but I know that the reward will be greater if I let your body dictate my response.
With your strong capable hands, you pry my legs apart and move to your knees.
Lifting one leg over your shoulder, you pause, before me.
Breathing in my scent as you look up.
I am still, yet frantic.
Curious and anxious.
My hands splayed against the wall on either side of my hips.
I am panting with eagerness.
My hair hangs down covering my exposed breasts.
My tummy quivers as I hold every muscle in my body tight.
I hold my breath.
What is he waiting for?
Yes.
Please.
'Touch me.' I whisper.
From deep inside your chest, you growl your capitulation.
You lovingly pet and paw with one warm hand, while you pull me closer, kneading my ass with the other.
'Taste how I desire you.'
Your capable finger tips trace the edges of my swollen lips.
I watch in erotic fascination.
Your concentration is intense.
Arousing.
Hunger makes you salivate.
I swallow hard too.
Now the tips explore.
Into the folds of my soft wet pussy.
I exhale.
You test the flavour; salty and sweet.
You look up.
Yes, I'm still here.
Watching you suck your fingers makes my knees weak, muscles tense.
Stroking the petals of my blossoming orchid.
Opening and spreading to liberate my hard clit.
Oh my God, your tongue is so gentle; the movement so slight.
More; please more.
In one motion you envelope it with your mouth.
I close my eyes and sigh into the intensity of the sensations.
Your tongue flicks, softly at first, then with more pressure, you lap there continuously.
My moans escalate almost immediately, filling the room, replacing the silence with ecstasy.
Your tongue is long, thick, hot, and now wet with my juices.
You tease and taunt, trying to make me beg.
'Oh God Mike' I giggle.
'Your killing me'
I'm close; so close.
You pull back, your face glistening.
Eyes dark and rapt.
Each time I almost get there you slow or stop, you won't let me, till you want.
You lick your lips, savoring my taste and moan with satisfaction and pleasure.
Ten minutes later I'm craving like mad.
Enough is enough, I need more.
I pull you up by your face.
Kissing you, tasting me, cleaning you.
The scent and flavour like a wonderful drug.
My turn to growl.
There goes your shirt onto the floor.
Your cami's off too.
Damn! No underware? Nice.
You try to regain control, but now it's my turn.
I back you into the living room, past the window, to the couch.
I force down, because you acquiesce.
Not giving you time to catch your breath, before it's my turn to kneel.
My hands are on your thighs.
Cool on your hot flesh.
They slide up to your chest.
Your hair tickles my palms.
To your shoulders, down your arms.
I take your wrists and move your hands, over your head.
'Keep them there.'
Am I asking or telling.
Does it matter.
I lean forward and kiss you, my hands journeying back down.
I kiss your cheek now, then your earlobe, nuzzling behind it.
Does my hair tickle?
And softly like a butterfly I feather kisses along your neck.
Front and centre on your chest your heart vibrates against my lips.
You throw your head back, accepting your loss of power, however temporary
I know you.
I know what you like.
