We set out on a walk through the city, not looking for much of anything, with nothing to do, just listening to the suspense build in the flutter of our hearts. People walk by in their busy distraction unaware of the nervous energy racing through us as we try to imagine what lies ahead, in a world of our own. I buy you a flower, your favorite, not because you were hoping for it, but because I want to fan your flames, raising the intensity of our desire and longing. The warmth and appreciation you feel draw me into you. Eventually, we head towards our place, and I hold your hand until we get there, trying to steady the storm of desire that threatens to overcome us.
When we get to the door, it’s hard to open because I almost can’t think of anything else enough to use the key. Once we were inside, I brush your hair behind your left ear and rest my hand gently on the back of your neck, caressing you with my thumb, looking into your eyes, trying to make sure this is what you really want. You briefly look away and back to me, into my eyes, and I know you’re sure. I kiss you on the lips, ever so gently. Pulling you in, our kiss grows more passionate and our tongues swirl, ferociously trying to taste passion and desire itself, as if it was a tangible thing that could be felt and tasted.
Your neck is so beautiful, and I can’t help but place sweet kisses as I pull your hips in close with my right hand until we’re joined together, already wanting to break through the barrier separating us. I can feel your warmth. I lift your shirt over your head and start moving you toward the bedroom, still kissing you, my hand on the small of your naked back. After taking off my shirt, I lay you on the bed, and kiss you right in the middle of your chest, feeling your heavy breathing, smelling the sweet scent of your skin. We interlock our fingers and I kiss your fingers, the back of your hand, your forearm, your shoulder, and the small of your neck, before placing a sweet kiss on your lips. I bite your bottom lip.
I kiss my way back down your chest and turn to your nipples, alert and sensitive, bathing them with the warmth of my tongue, sending a shiver down your spine. I can sense your aching, your growing urgency, and I turn my attention to your belt. I start to unwrap you, like a delicate chocolate, sweet and rich, waiting for that fulfilling flavor to flood my taste buds. Kissing just above your pant line, then beneath your open zipper, I slide my hand around your ass and hook my fingers into your pant line, in one gentle motion sliding off the only thing standing between me and your pleasure. With that gone, I return to your waste line, kissing and caressing your soft skin, my hands on your hips, inching ever closer to what you’ve been waiting for, lower and lower. My hands caress the inside of your thighs as I coax them open.
Finally, I get there. Just a gentle kiss at first. Up and down. One kiss, another kiss, and another. Slowly, gently, my tongue spreads you open, searching for your most sensitive spot, tasting your sweet beauty. Swirling it with my tongue, I apply gentle suction, listening to you breathe with increasingly heavy sighs. I alternate occasionally between this beautiful spot and the place I will soon be, until your breathing is as heavy as it can be. When I know you’re almost there, I slide a single finger inside you as you grab my hair and pull me into you, as if you could never get enough. I can feel your body convulsing and shivering as waves roll over, arching your back off the bed, until you breathe of heavy sigh of completion.
The experience of your pleasure has turned me on. I’m rock hard. I couldn’t get any more hard. I move my way back up to you, kissing here and there, and look into your grateful eyes. I feel you reach down and grab me. Still looking into my eyes, you guide me to where you know I want to be. You look at me with approval and I slowly push my way in as your eyes roll slightly back in your head. I’m very slow at first, savoring every sensual feeling together. Over time, I start to gain speed, driven by the pressure I’m starting to feel. I reach my left hand behind your neck and lean in for another passionate kiss. At this point, I resign my rhythm to the demands of my building tension, growing faster, stronger, and deeper with every movement.
I want you to enjoy this moment. I guide your hand down to yourself, encouraging you to do exactly what you need to do. I can barely control myself as I fight to maintain the same rhythm, and you feel me growing inside you. We’re both on the verge of ecstasy. Just before I completely lose control, I reach behind your head and gently pull your hair, arching your head back, and bite your neck. It’s just enough to send you over the edge. I can feel you pulsing on me in waves as the rest of your senses dull and the outside world fades out. With a firm, yet gentle thrust, I bury myself inside you, growling as I lose control, the thrusting again, and again, and again, as I lose everything I have inside of you.
I stay there, breathing heavily, looking at you as you come back to reality, admiring you, loving you, kissing you on the forehead, and placing my forehead against yours. After what seems like an hour, neither of us in a hurry to move, I climb off from you, kiss you, lay on my side next to you, pulling you in close, locking my fingers in yours as we drift off to sleep together, hoping and dreaming for more.
