We sit together outside, doing nothing as usual, just talking. The sun is just going down over the woods in the distance, and the balmy summer night sets in. I am quiet, and I close my eyes and just feel the night around us.
Your presence sends chills down my spine, having you so close I can feel your every breath is intoxicating. I cross my arms under my breasts, because otherwise they would surely be wrapping around you right now. I don't want to push you away. I sit and listen to you, but I am lost in my own thoughts. I uncross my arms, and lean back, tilting my head toward the sky, keeping my eyes closed, and just feeling the moonlight on my face.
It's so hard, not to simply reach for you. I get to thinking, why not? Why shouldn't I?
Dammit, woman, if you don't do it now, when will you?
And with that thought, I sit up suddenly and look into your eyes. I reach out a finger and place it over your lips, then my hand caresses your cheek, sliding round to hold the back of your head as I lean into you and kiss you softly.
Oh, the taste of your lips, that taste I have waited so long for. Just this one taste is enough to make sparks run through me all the way to my core. I ignite with desire for you, finally daring myself to hope that the longing inside me may finally be released. What's more amazing is the way your arms enfold me and pull me into your lap, kissing me with the same abandon that is now creeping into my lips. I am hungry for more, to taste more, and I moan as you pull me tight against you. I melt into your embrace, your hands holding me, the feel of your body pressed against mine, oh, God, it's almost too much. My hands run over your chest, down your sides, wanting to touch all of you at once. I reach around and work my hands underneath your shirt and up your back, needing to feel your skin, then back to caress your shoulders and down your belly, stopping to tug at your pierced nipple.