I am exploring every inch of those delectable thighs that her previous boyfriend said were too big. What a fool. Being with her now was better than anything in the world, and I am still in disbelief of how we even got here. Now, would she be here, both of us as naked as one can get, both physically and emotionally, nothing but the two of us if she didn't feel the same?
It began with how I felt the first time I saw her on the bus. Her flowery summer dress, brushing against her thighs, riding up higher as she shifted in the seat. I'm normally so controlled but from the moment I saw her, I felt out of control and then terrible because she is far more than just her flesh. The thoughts running through my head were those I loathed to think that others thought about me or anyone else. But does this mean I do not respect her? Absolutely not...but if she knew what thoughts were going through my head about her, how would she feel?
I trace my fingers down her stomach, then down the side of her hips, then up again along the front of her thighs. She shivers beneath my touch as my lips trace the same path. As my mouth slowly moves down her body, she opens her legs a bit wider apart and I can feel her heat warming my face, her smell an intoxicating perfume. I'm enthralled in so many ways, there is no turning back. It's far from just sex now, it's more and I do not want it to end. But right now, I'm here for her pleasure, to consume her and share everything I have. Her hand is in my hair, lightly pressing the back of my head, pushing my mouth right into her centre. My nose brushes her mound and I breathe deep, taking her all in. I can sense what she wants, so I do not hesitate any longer, I give in and am lost between those sweet thighs, savouring every inch. I begin to feel what she feels between my own thighs, radiating out and spreading over my body, but it doesn't matter, only her. Her passion is so strong and feeling her this way is all I want right now. I crave her touch on me but wouldn't dare move for I can tell she's getting closer. Her ass is lifting off the bed, her fingers digging into the sheets. Her head is tilted back and the passionate moans keep coming from her as she writhes beneath me. I feel my own juices dripping down my thighs & the throb of my pussy as I let out blissful sighs of my own.