You know you want it.
You want to feel my breath against your skin.
Feel my mouth caress your body.
You want to read these words and play them out in your mind.
You want my fingers. You want my fingers tickling and teasing, invading and pleasing you.
You want my hands. You want my hands squeezing and stroking, kneading and petting you.
My Mouth, my tongueβ¦
Say it. Tell me how much you want it. You crave it. Desire it. Need it.
Iβm there with you. You can feel my breath on the back of your neck. My warm mouth caressing your skin. Kissing and sucking. Breathing in your heavenly scent. My tongue flickering out and tasting you. I can feel your pulse quickening through your skin in anticipation. My mouth clamps down on your neck. My tongue lapping at your neck, feeling the throb of your heart beat.
My hands run down your chest. You arch you back. Breasts pushing out. You lean back into me. My hands devouring your breasts through your clothes. Fingers encircling hardening nipples. Mouth trailing kisses to yours. Your head tilts up and back towards me. Lips pressing slightly against yours, just once. Slowly kissing your bottom lip, then your top. My tongue darting out to taste their sweetness. You can feel the hard warm steel ball of my tongue piercing sleekly roll across your soft lips. Your mouth opens eagerly for mine.