It is late, long past midnight, and I am lonely to hear your sexy voice huskily say to me, "Yeah? You like that Baby?" in your big strong Southern Boy way as you tease me from so far away. You heard me calling you, found me wanting and needing you.
I spent the evening chatting online, talking about the hero in my book, developing the kind of man he will be. I know he will make my heroine feel the way you have made me feel. I feel good with you, so good. I like the way you wrap yourself around me. I imagine being with you and wanting to make you 'My King'. You stripped away my tough exterior ...and your voice hypnotized me with a sultry Southern "What are you thinking?"... Every time I started to hide from you, you kept coaxing me out of my hiding places. You made me want to be your lover. In my dreams I heard you say over and over "I already own you." the way you did last night when I told you I wanted you to make me yours, to own me. My heart pounded and raced, thrilled to the thought of you. It's my fantasy come true in you.
I imagine that I am alone with you there, in Galveston. I've not been there long and you are very new to me, I'm still adjusting to how I imagined you would be against how you really are. The way you feel, the way your voice sounds to me against the disembodied you I've come to know so well. We've gone to the beach, it's quiet and we're alone. You are adjusting to me too. You smile shyly and every so often you pull me to you and kiss me just the way I crave being kissed. Long and slow, hot and wet, our bodies pressed together. Your hand slides into mine as we resume our discovery. We like what we find in each other and you make me feel greater still in person. There are no barriers between us.
You are as strong physically as you are emotionally and intellectually, seemingly perfect for me. I like your strength, and slide my hand under your arm, occasionally resting on your elbow and sometimes caressing your biceps while we wander down the beach. Your dogs race about the beach, chasing sticks and bringing them back to us. You kiss me tenderly now and then or slide your hand down against the top edge of the curve of my ass. I'm comfortable, safe, and warm for you. I'm learning not to bother with running away from you emotionally; you'll just tear down my walls with your bare hands, take my soul and cradle it like it's your own.
Mischievously you lead me to a fallen tree away from the shoreline, hidden mostly by the sea grass, the wind blowing hot Mexican breezes against us. You pull me towards you with a knowing smile. You have me standing just in front of you as you stare into my eyes and slowly unbutton my blouse to unveil my swollen breasts. My pretty pink nipples are pointing hard through my bra and my shirt. You know I want you; I don't have to say a thing. You know I need you; you can see the longing in my eyes, hear it in my scattered breath as you pull my blouse open, unfasten my skirt and unzip it. You kiss my stomach, licking inside my belly button and bring your hands to my breasts and roll my nipples back and forth between your fingers. My sex is hot, swollen, and getting wetter by the second.
I want you. I want you. Baby, I want you.
