~To feel your soft wet tongue slide over my hot, aching, slippery flesh. Exploring me. Softly. Slowly. Teasingly. Knowing that when you do, I won't be able to stop my hips from arching up to press against your tongue. Wanting. Needing. More.
To feel your fingers dig into the soft skin of my hips, pressing me back down against the bed while you begin to explore me with lips, teeth and tongue. Knowing that when you do, I'll have to bite down on my own tongue to fight the urge to arch back up into your mouth.
To feel your teeth scrape over my clit as your tongue explores my delicate lips before moving down to press in to me, to make love to me. Knowing that when you do, I won't be able to stop my thighs from trying to press together, trapping you there, your mouth pressed against my throbbing pussy.
To feel your fingers flex against my skin before digging back in to force my thighs apart, your tongue moving up to replace your teeth on my clit. Knowing that when you do, that delicious tingling sensation coursing through my body will continue to grow until I'm mindless of anything but you and the pleasure you bring me. No inhibitions. No holding back.
To feel your lips, teeth and tongue command my body, own it, make it yours. I want it to be yours. Knowing that when you do, I won't be able to stop myself from coming apart, from coming. For you.
To softly rub my cheeks and my chin and my lips against the velvety skin of your cock. So hot and so impossibly hard. Knowing that when I do, I won't be able to stop my hands from coming up to wrap around all that hot, hard, velvety skin. Loving you. Learning you. Knowing you.
To lightly run my fingers from base to tip, stopping to trace the tiny eye with the very tip of my finger before moving back down, transfixed by the rhythmic beat of your cock as my fingers move over your skin. Knowing that when I do, I won't be able to stop myself from leaning into you, my tongue stretching out to trace the pattern my fingers just made.
To slide my tongue unabashedly up, down, over and around the rigid length of your cock in long wide strokes, soft feathery caresses, light teasing flicks, feeling the beat of your pulse; a steady tattoo against my tongue. Knowing that when I do, I won't be able to stop my hand from slipping in between my own thighs to press wantonly against my aching pussy.
To take you, inch by divine inch, into my mouth until I can take no more. Filled. Completely. Joined. Intimately. Your cock blending into my mouth until it is impossible to tell where I begin and you end. Connected. Knowing that when I do, I won't have the will to stop my own fingers from pressing deep inside myself.
To wrap my hand tightly around the base of your shaft while I continue to make love to you with my mouth, waiting, longing, needing you to come apart, to come. For me. Knowing that when you do, my own surrender of self--mind, body, soul--will begin... powerful, raw, uninhibited and pure, solidifying the bond of love and trust, lust and passion, want and need which connects us. ~
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