I can hear you in my head still, telling me how wet you are. My fingers itch to slide down your belly, through your hair and into your wetness. I want to feel your lips swell and darken, and smell that gorgeous musky warm bread and honey smell that is so special to you.
I want to stroke the skin on the inside of your forearms, and to watch the goose bumps rise, and take your hand in both of mine, to raise your finger tips to my mouth. I want to take your finger tips between my teeth and stroke them with my tongue - to taste each finger in turn, feeling the soft sensitive skin along the sides. I want to smell the scent of your hair, listen to your breath as it catches in your throat and to hear the tremor that tells me what's going on inside you.
I want run my fingertips over the smooth round curves of your shoulders, and the back of a fingernail lightly down your ribs - I want to watch your nipples slowly swell and darken as you feel my desire and respond with your own.
I want to look at you and see the slight darkness of your dampness on your knickers, and the way that the material has moulded itself around you - the way that they cling to you as I hook my fingers into the waist and slowly slide them down enough to kiss your belly beneath your belly button. I can still feel the curve of the front of your pelvis, and recall how it looked so long ago
You are completely breathtaking; I can feel my breath catch in my throat as I start to tell you how beautiful you are. My body responds to you and I can see you smile. Your desire lifts my spirit to the same plane as yours; I feel your pleasures through my finger tips and tongue, my skin as you feel your arousal mount inside you.
I want to see you relax in your nakedness, completely confident of my desire for you, and my appreciation of you - to know that every one of my nerve endings is tingling, and that I am trembling with the same excitement, my voice thickened by the same desire.
I want to ease your legs apart to look at your wonderful fluid arousal, and slowly run the very tip of my tongue along your thighs, watching the goose bumps spread across your skin. I remember how big and dark and your nipples are when you are aroused, how the pulse beats in the hollow of your throat and how your eyes widen with each touch. I can still hear the sound of your breathing as you slowly surrender to the sensations that you feel mounting in your belly.
I want to run a finger tip along the crease between the base of your belly and your thigh and watch you slowly swell to fit into my hand as I cup you, and feel your wetness seep between my fingers - your nipples hard against my skin, transmitting the steady beat of your heart to my chest, and your breath soft and warm on my neck.
I want to feel your heat and slickness in my palm as I take my hand away to run my fingers up the outside of your lips to close them, so I can reach back to the tight little pink bud of your bottom, and feel how slippery you are where your copious lubrication has gathered, and then slowly run a single finger up between your lips parting them all the way up to your clitoris - to feel how hard it's become. I want to rub it in slow lazy circles, dipping down to rub gently around your urethra, and then back up to circle the hard eager little button.
I want to cup your breast, feel its weight and stroke your nipple for the pleasure of listening to the tiny gasp as the sensations move - I want to feel you move your hips against me, silently asking me to touch you again. I want to dip my head to your belly and run my tongue around your belly button, tasting you, and enjoying teasing you, and then run my tongue slowly down the crease of your groin and to your thigh, put my hand under your bottom to lift you to my mouth when I'm ready for you.