I know you'll read this when I'm finished. You always read what I write and that's okay, I like knowing you enjoy the erotic side of me. I'm not sure if you know what these feelings inside me are all about or what makes them flare up but it's very simple. It's you....the thought of you, the essence of you, the scent of you. It's almost something primal, the need to touch you and feel your excitement grow and hear your breathing change. It's feeling goose bumps rise to the surface of your skin and knowing they're there because of me and what I'm doing to you that excites me.
With that excitement comes the need to be touched by you, tasted by you and to taste your lips on mine. This morning is still fresh in my memory, how I woke up laying next to you and watched you as you slept. The curve of your lips and your chest rising and falling slowly as you were sleeping started that familiar feeling of desire between my legs and I let those feelings lead me. My hand slipped under the covers and began a slow trek across your chest, fingers slowly circling each small tender nipple before moving down slowly towards your stomach.
My hand finds that tender area just between the hip bone and the stomach and I move lower to the insides of your thighs and the most sensitive part of your body. I want you to wake up slowly so I only let my fingers graze over you, barely touching at all but not enough to tickle you. You're semi hard, which means you'll be waking up soon, and I'll take advantage before you jump out of bed to start your day.
I slowly pull the sheet lower to give me more access and my hand gently begins to lift your swollen member as I shift myself to take you into my mouth. I feel you move slightly and don't even pause to see if you're awake or not, that's no longer an issue. I feel the smooth skin of your hardness pass over my lips and tongue and let my tongue circle and explore every minute detail.