Sensations: fingers trailing over skin, soft caresses, deep pressure. Sweet kisses, gentle lips, flicking tongue, tasting, teasing, tempting. Kissing the backs of your hands, tongue to palm, lips to the inside of your wrists, up your forearms, then a slow slide of the tongue along the sensitive skin.
The sexy rolls off your body, flows through your breath. I want to suck it from your lips, lick it off your skin. I need to taste you, feel you. Hear you.
“Fuck, you are beautiful.” My lips nibble from the hollow of your throat to the shell of your ear. “I love you.”
Your lips catch mine. “What do you want from me?”
“I want to give you pleasure.” I drop to my knees and pull up your shirt. I press my mouth to your navel, swirling my tongue inside. My hands push up your shirt and my lips follow. Your breasts are my shrine and I want to worship.
Lick, suck, nibble, twist, twiddle, pinch, and pull.
You taste like salt and spice.
You slip away from me, dancing out of my grasp, just beyond my fingertips. I reach for you but you push me away. “No, just watch me”
I still my body. I become transfixed on your body, your movements, your emotions.
You lean back on the bed, one forearm braced behind you to support your upper body. Two fingers from your other hand trace across your strawberry lips, then disappear into your mouth.
“I like when you tease me.” My voice is hoarse, I’m not even sure it’s mine.
Your arms slide out to the sides and your upper body flattens to the mattress.
You kick off your skirt quickly. Leaving you just your panties.
Your hands drift over the ample swell of your breasts, the soft skin of your belly, and the sweetness of your hips.
And slowly, the panties slip down until I see your honeyed lips. They pout sweetly at me, begging for a kiss. They glisten in the afternoon sun and I am in love all over again.
No matter how many times I lose myself between your thighs, it’s never enough. While your legs are clamped around my head, you scream, moan, pant my name, I always think “I need this once more.” But in the end it will never be enough. Maybe once more.
I move toward you. Once more scream my name.
Posting this on Wednesday, but joining in on the Masturbation Monday prompt. Check out more sexy stories at Kayla’s Masturbation Monday website.