Let me hold you. Let me pull the soft, cotton from your skin. Let me touch you, caress my hands all over your body. Let me tease your senses. Let me make you moan softly as you fall against my chest. Let me cup your breasts and pinch your nipples between my eager fingers. Let me play my lips up and down your neck and feel you squirm in my arms. Let me have you, let me enjoy you.
Do you know what I want? How I wish my fingers could feel every moment of my waking life. To be occupied by the beauty of a touch. To be entwined in a nonstop desire to caress and love. To worship the form set before me with an everlasting tenderness. Brushing, touching, feeling, exploring every gentle inch. Do you know what I want? I want you…
Just to look in her eyes as my fingers curl around the elastic. To watch her bite her lip and breathe deeply as she holds her breath. Feeling the nervous shiver ripple through her body as I begin to pull her panties off. And the way she gulps as I glance down and lick my lips, picturing where my tongue will be in just a few moments.
I can’t tell you how much I miss this. To sit there on my knees looking down at her body. Reaching out slowly and caressing her back. Rubbing in strong circles as she moans into the sheets. Working her muscles between my fingers, covering every inch of her. The intoxication of her getting too much so I bend forward and gently press my lips to her back, just playfully at first, then with purpose. Lifting higher and higher to her hairline, brushing it aside I keep reaching higher, tracing my lips up her neck as she groans quietly. My hands never stopping their exploration of her flesh. Pressed up against her, massaging her with my entire body, my lips still biting, nibbling her neck. So beautiful, so delicious…
I show her love and tenderness, making love to her body and mind with every caress, every kiss, revelling in the ecstasy she brings me.
The world is made of moments, breath-taking in their brief life. Her hands in my hair, our lips pressed tightly, my hips rocking, invited delicately into her. The soft moan of passion releasing itself between us. The minutes tick by without care, hours pass deliciously as we count the breaths we share.
Close your eyes and let your senses take control. Breathe in unison with the stroke of my fingers down your thighs. Let me see you in all your beauty, bared before me, willing and nervous. Let the shiver of your heartbeat tremble down your spine. I want to watch you wriggle uncontrollably beneath the weight of anticipation. I will not rush you. I will not end the torment quickly. I will make it last. Every touch, caress, kiss, will be long and forever.
When a woman does this to let you know there’s only one thing on her mind. It could be absolutely anywhere. Unzipping you at a restaurant. As soon as she walks in the door from work. As you’re driving along the country roads. That’s enough to kill a man… fuck!
I am going to take my time with you. I want to savour you. To drink you in slowly with every touch of my lips. I own your body as the sun goes down and I intend to take advantage of the time I have you. There will not be an inch of you left unexplored, by my eyes, my hands, my lips or my eager tongue.