Gently I take your face in my hands, snaking my fingers into your hair and look long into your eyes, before I lean and softly kiss them, slowly. Moving my lips down to your mouth, kissing your cheeks as I go, I brush your lips lightly with mine, over and over, teasing you, before parting mine and lightly licking over your join with my tongue. With a soft murmur your lips part and my tongue slides in searching for yours. As your arms slide around my shoulders, holding me against you, breast to breast, our mouths open wider, tongues probing deeper and deeper, the kiss deepening to something more. My hands leave your face, reluctantly, and move around your slender body to hold you against me, tightly, as if I would press you into me, become part of me.
Your moan into my mouth, vibrating against my lips and tongue, the feel of your body softening against me, tells me all I want to know. I briefly tear my lips from yours, bend and put my arm under your legs, lifting you t me, and, returning my mouth to its previous home, carry you to the bed, where I lie you down, with myself beside, then on top of you and continue with my exploration of your mouth, kissing you over and over and over again, softly, deeply, lingeringly. I just can't get enough of your mouth, the feel of your lips against mine, your tongue lazily licking over my lips, both tongues playing idly against each other. Moving my mouth briefly away I tantalisingly take your bottom lip in my teeth and gently nibble along it, until I reach your cheek, and then missing your lips already, return to your mouth, and continue to explore every pore, with my own lips and my tongue.
And all this time, my hands? They are taking part in their own exploration, Of your soft, shivery skin. No lingerie to tease and titillate. Tonight, I want, I need, to feel your skin, all of it, against mine.
I move a leg to rest between yours, nudging them slightly apart, and in doing so, my thigh brushes against your clit, and a soft moan escapes your lips sending sweet vibrations into my mouth. My hands slide up your sides, fleetingly brushing against the sides of your breasts, and I am rewarded this time with a soft shudder as well as another moan. My hands reach your pits and with extra pressure against your underarm, make you understand that I want you to raise your arms. My hands continue their path along the inside of your arms, that soft, buttery skin that can hardly bear to be touched without eliciting shudders, shivers and moans. As my hands continue their journey, my lips and tongue maintain their exploration of your mouth, and my thigh softly, gently slowly moves against your pussy, my delight growing at the wetness I can feel there.
Finally my hands reach your hands, and I softly spread your palms, interlocking our fingers in a sweet lovers' embrace, and with gentle pressure, move your arms round to arc and meet above your head. I release my own hands, and place your hands together. Knowing I do not need to tell you anything, not use one word, I move my hands slowly back down your arms, my thumbs making light circles on the inside of your wrists (smiling, in my head, at more shudders - my mouth is still occupied with yours and reluctant to leave it) and I trail my fingertips all down your arms, through your pits and round to softly cover your breasts. By now your trembles are quite noticeable. I decide reluctantly it is time to move on, and lift my mouth from yours, needing to use it elsewhere, quite quickly, by the level of your moans. You lift your head, trying to keep your mouth in contact with mine, but I gently ease you back on the pillow, whisper against you, "I won't be gone for long love, be patient."
