I'm so happy its Thursday. I woke up this morning smiling and anxious for the day to start. The sooner it started, the closer I would be to you. Which is what I want more than anything. To be close to you. To touch you, to taste you, to feel you against me.
I go through my day with thoughts of you in my head. Seeing you smile or laugh at something I said. Hearing your voice. Hearing the sounds you make when you moan and your heavy breathing and your body is shaking. I close my eyes and I swear I can feel you and hear you right next to me. I lick my lips and I know I can taste you. I touch my fingers to my lips, lightly lick the tip, close my eyes and I know what you taste like. I love your taste. It's like nothing else I've ever had. I know how wet you get as you get closer to cumming. Your juices start to flow more and more, your muscles clench on my fingers, your hips erratically jerking up and down against my mouth. The more I touch you, the wetter I get. And I get so wet. It drips down my thighs when I'm with you. I clench my thighs together in hopes of relieving the ache. I'm sitting in class and my thighs are pressed so tightly together. I feel like everyone around me knows that I'm aroused right now. You turn me on with thoughts and memories. When I'm with you, when I have the real thing, I feel like I am constantly on edge, about to explode. I never leave that edge; the slightest breath you make will send me over. I love that edge. I thrive on that edge. I await your breath so eagerly.
I can imagine our first time together. I think about it often enough. I play it over and over in my mind. It's perfect and breathtaking and so dirty hot it leaves me trembling and it hasn't happened yet.
You come over and you're breathtaking. Your long gorgeous hair flowing down your back. I love that hair. If I had one shred of artistic ability I would want you to pose naked for me. On your back, with your long hair draped across the front of your body. I think about that. You are so innately sensual and that picture, drawn by hand would be something I would cherish. You're stunning. You walk into my arms and I inhale your scent and it sends a tingle down my spine. I press you closer, and your arms tighten around me and I can feel your breasts press against mine. I feel you're hips press against mine, and you rub them suggestively against me. It isn't a ploy to turn me on more. You don't need ploys. It's your honest reaction to me. Your body craves mine, like mine craves yours. We both crave the need to be so close, skin against skin.... my clit pressed against yours, rubbing against each other. I whisper in your ear that no one is home and that no one will be home for the rest of the night. Your arms tighten around me. You know what that means. We have the house to ourselves. It is our chance.
I take your hand and lead you to my bedroom, with a soft glowing blue light from my radio that we've grown so used to and fond of on our nights together in my bed. You put your stuff down and take your coat off as I sit on the edge of the bed, watching you. You walk over to me; step in front of me and in between my spread legs. You lean down, your hands on my cheeks and give me the sweetest softest kiss. My hands find there way around your thighs. I push you away and close my legs. I pull you forward so that you're straddling my thighs. You press yourself close, the apex of your thighs pressing against me so intimately. My arms are wrapped around you, one gripping your tight ass, holding you close, the other tangled in your hair, massaging your scalp as I press the kiss harder against your mouth. I deepen the kiss, wanting to taste you, my tongue in your mouth, tangled with yours, biting your lips, nibbling on you. Your arms are wrapped around me holding me tight.
I take both arms beneath your bottom and I stand up. I turn and lay you on the bed, and I lay between your spread thighs, pressing hard against you. You wrap your legs around my waist as we continue to kiss and nibble at each others lips as I continuously press my hips against you, rubbing up and down. I pull back and I pull your shirt off over your head. You're not wearing a bra, which makes me groan, and your nipples are hard, begging for my touch. I rub the palm of my hand across one nipple and your body arches as you gasp and moan. I pinch it and pull it. I squeeze it and your hips are moving more and more, seeking more contact. I lean forward and I lick your nipple. Move from one to the other, licking, pressing my firm tongue against them and dragging it up, flicking it hard. I suck on one, hard and fast. I bite it, nibble it, and suck on it again and again. The entire time you're moaning and shaking, you're hands are gripping my arms. I take your hands off of me and I pull them up over your head... you feel the headboard and I tell you to grip it, and not to let go... or I stop what I'm doing and we just sit back and watch a movie. You believe my threat; you know I'll do it. Your grip the headboard tight, determined not to let go for any reason.