Content Advisory: This is a love story coupling, no words are exchanged, literally no dialogue at all, very little foul language, if you are someone who wants a quick fix this is short but not a "wham bam thank you ma'am"
That being said you have been warned, otherwise please enjoy my first submission!
We stand in the vibrant light of the candles that are strewn across the entire room. We have both been waiting for this, it is not often we make love but when we do it is beyond anything we can ever imagine each and every time. This is not due to either simple carnal needs or pure love, but a dangerous and titillating mixture of both emotions.
We do not waste our time with "getting ready" for this, in so much as dressing up, I find you beautiful wearing your simple black shorts and white shirt, your light brown hair up in a pony tail, no make-up, no earrings, no heels or stockings. I am simply dressed as well wearing jeans and a black shirt.
Neither of us are the epitome of sex, I do not have a obscenely muscular frame and a mammoth penis, you are not a supermodel/pornstar with outrageous curves, we are just normal people, average in every way except for the way that we desire each other.
You see me and I you, coming from different rooms, I take your hand and walk you over to the bed. As I gently push you back onto its surface I see your eyes flickering in the light, shimmering like diamonds, your eyes always were an odd but striking piercing blue, they make me shudder as I see the light in them. I lean forward planting a light kiss on your lips as I slowly push you back and begin kissing down your clothed body.
I hook my fingers in your shorts and panties and slowly work them off of your legs, leaving trails of kisses on both legs as I go. Your legs shine in the light, perfect porcelain. Your legs in the air resting on my chest and your shorts and panties gone I spread your legs and begin kissing down your left leg. As I kiss I also begin to lick your skin tasting you, intoxicated by your flesh. I begin to move slower as I approach your treasure, not yet my dear I think to myself. I look into your eyes as I slowly work my way around your treasure and back up to the foot of your right leg. I see the need in your eyes and I almost feel sadness, I want to give you what you want because pleasing you is all that matters to me in this world, but I know just as well as you do it will be worth the wait. I repeat the same process with your right leg and as I near your flower I begin breathing in heavily of your scent and also breathing outwardly upon it. I can tell you are squirming from the warm breath, I love the way you move ever so slightly.
As I approach your petals I stop, I begin working my way up your body kissing you as I slowly move your shirt up your chest. I kiss around your breasts making sure to breathe on your nipples but not touch them. As I work the shirt over your head and rest it back on the bed I lean forward and kiss down your neck and nibble on your ear as I breathe into it lightly. While doing this I lightly rub my hands on your breasts avoiding your nipples still, making you wait a bit longer. You have fought the urge to touch yourself or me but you cannot it seems any longer. I hold your hands gently but firmly from touching yourself, you know better than to fight me, this I for you after all.
I work my way back down your neck and chest reaching your nipples I begin to lightly flick and rub one as I lightly lick the other, switching to and fro multiple times allowing both nipples to get equally stimulated and wet so that the cool air will stimulate them further. Your body is flushing and you and squirming more now, this is good. It is time.