I stand again and press myself against you. I can feel your naked skin through my thin linen pants. My erection is no secret. I return my face to your mouth and suck all the air from it. I can tell you are hungry. My right-hand moves to the small of your back as my left-hand moves again across your torso. At your stomach, I press, hard until I can feel my other hand through you. Your eyes open wide as you look at me in surprise. I hold it for a moment and then stop and continue to move down. My fingers navigate across your soft pubic hair. I feel the beautiful skin below. Your legs part ever so softly and I feel you. Wet.
Still kissing you, I slip a finger inside and then pull it out. I bring it to my mouth and taste it while you watch.
Again to my knees, I spread your legs. I press my face into you. Your back slips down the wall but my hands catch you at the breasts. You issue a pleading noise, but I don't seem to understand or maybe I am ignoring it. I work my tongue back and forth as your fingernails dig into the wall for grip. You press forward as I begin to suck. As your cries get louder I stop, worrying about whom in the house might be disturbed.
I stand you up, one hand behind you and the other takes your hair. I pull your head against the wall and whisper into your ear. "what do you want me to do to you?" Your response is inaudibly quiet even if I know the content. I ask you again, slightly more forcibly. "What do you want me to do to you?" "Fuck me," you respond in a whisper. "I want you to fuck me." You feel my breath on your ear as you speak. "Yes, I respond. "I want to fuck you too."
I lay you on the nearest surface, and finally remove your shoes and your pants. I kiss your thighs once and move up above you. You reach for my belt but I push your hand away. "I will do it myself," I inform you. I raise myself so you can see me as undo my pants. I am not wearing any underwear having planned this all in advance. With my pants removed, I return to your face allowing myself to hover between your legs. I can feel your soft wetness on me. It is warm and it invites me. I lower myself further allowing my weight to press you to the ground. My hands move up to your neck again as if to hold you there.
As I enter you I will look into your eyes and let you look into mine. I will offer you a torturous taste of what is there but my grip on your face will remind you that that is all it is - a taste - my hands holding you at an emotional distance.
