When you come home from the long, humid day in the city I will be waiting for you. Taking your hand, watching the anticipation on your face, I lead you to bed.
"I am the only sustenance you need, darling. Forget everything but me."
I can plainly see your hunger. But only answer it with a silent smile. I am wickedly taunting you. Wearing a tight T-shirt with my nipples just barely visible through the lace and white cotton. A pale mauve skirt cut just above the knee, you know under it I have the most delicate slip of silk thong panties. The smell of my perfume is dabbed in discreet points so that I exude the smell of sex. Your pulse begins to canter.
I slowly undo each button of your shirt, the tips of my fingers brushing your chest. Sliding my palms into the crisp cotton, sweeping out, the shirt folds back to reveal your chest to my gaze. Standing so near, you can smell the heat rising off my skin. Leaning into you, pressed close, I kiss your neck, drawing my tongue up to your ear. The warmth of my breath spreading from the back of your neck to your legs. With a languid stroke, I trace the point of my tongue around the outer shell of your ear. Then move down to kiss your jaw then your chin the collarbone and its indentation (but not your mouth, later darling, later).
My hands smooth the bristle of your chest, to rest on your nipples; forming each to a gentle triangular point, licking an orbital pattern I work my way to taking them into my mouth, one by one. My nose grazing you, my hands on your rib cage.
Unhurriedly, I drop to my knees. My humid mouth feathering your belly. I can see that you are hard already, straining against the confines of your clothing. I undo your belt, the button, and fly. Watching your face, my blue eyes steady, I ease your pants off your hips to slide to the ground. Your underwear follows, freeing you so that your cock nearly tangles in my hair. Grasping the base of you, I coax you to my lips, my tongue darting out to moisten them. Rubbing your head I circle my mouth, following the path of tongue, then lick to taste you. Using the roughness to rub that tender, sweet spot at the cleft where your head meets your cock.
Do you moan now? Swaying with the flood of need, do you close your eyes? Do you expect me to take you in my mouth and swallow you? Tsk tsk, not yet, Darling.
Rising, I stand in front of you, mocking you with my detachment. My lips glistening, I am taunting you. Seeing if you will take me.
With an inaudible growl, you step towards me. Grasping the hair at the base of my neck, you jerk me towards you. Your mouth covers mine. Your kiss is persuasive and probing. One hand scrapes at my clothing, lifting my T-shirt, breaking the kiss only to pull it over my head, revealing the lace of my bra. With a flick of your hand, you cup a breast and bite my nipple from pink too red, hungering to expose the other. I love this rage, Darling, the touch of pain with the pleasure you bring. I no longer am able to be detached. But now meet your fierce passion with an equal fervor.
Raising the hem of my skirt, you pull aside my panties to stroke the shocking damp of me.
"You are so wet. Do you want me baby?"
Whimpering for you to touch me more, you kiss me to silence. Falling into the sheets, your hands free me from the last remnants of clothing. Leave a glistening trail along the line of my panties only to tear them away. Now, skin to skin, and I can feel the hardness of you against my thigh. Throbbing, you grind my leg to appease the pain. Your violent mouth tattooing my throat and breasts, I clutch your head to me.
Can you feel me there with you? The pervading intoxicating scent of my perfume. My skin is so soft and fluid under you. Each breast is yearning for you to seize it, nipples pleading for your mouth. Pressing me down, you devour each curve of my body. Wanton and writhing, I arc into you, to fit the bow of your body. I want you. I want the thrill of you entering me. But you refuse to let me twist to do so. Placing one knee between my legs to bar entry, you experience all my surfaces. Moving your hand from breast, to belly, to my pussy, you sense the currents under my skin. I enjoy you watching me, watching the effect you have on me, the pleasure I take in you. With your fingers stroking me you can feel how swollen and aroused I have become. I love to be touched like this. To have the nub of my clit rubbed gently, pinched, rolled between thumb and index finger, and long strokes of exquisite sensation. I could cum for you now, with the slightest provocation, but you scatter your rhythm and make me endure more.
Entering me with one long finger, then two, you slide into my depths and feel me clench into this violation. Breath broken, my nipples erect, I pant for more. Plead and whisper for more of you, your name a chant leaving my starving lips.
