I miss those moments. She pulls me onto the bed fully clothed, my hand gently caressing her cheek. She reaches down whilst biting her lip, undoing my fly slowly. I kiss her gently as her eyes flutter closed, her fingers still teasing me out into the open air. A tug of triumph as she feels me pull free. Her leg hooks around my hip as our tongues dance. She places my tip in just the right place and I feel her warm wetness for the first time. Her hands grip my arm as if to tell me she’s ready, and I push my hips slowly forward. She opens out to me, her kissing turns into an open mouthed gasp as the air falls free. I feel myself entering her and she bites my lip, pulling my arm into her, hugging me as we lay there, connected in the most primal, delicate, beautiful of ways!
My desire for her scrabbles for words suitable for the emotion she makes me feel. Her soft skin beneath my coarse fingertips. The way she shivers in anticipation of the most gentle of touches. Her moans of devilish delight, so sweet yet so illicit. The smooth curve of her back and rise of her bosom. The arch of her hips as my hands slide over her. Every inch of her a new adventure. A story yet to be given voice. All laid bare for my intoxication.
It’s those little moments. When her skin touches mine. That spark of warmth. An involuntary shiver from my hand as I feel her. The giggling smile as I look into her eyes. The playful twirl as she looks over her shoulder at me then dances away. So beautiful. So mine.
Can I have you for breakfast, please? To hold your body tightly against mine. Slowly crawling my shirt your wearing up your pantie clad butt. Lifting your legs around my waist as I gently kiss your lips. My arms wrapping around you and pulling you closer still. Whispering I love yous through the morning air as I kiss my way down your neck and listen to you purr. Be my baby, let’s have breakfast!
I love to do this. It’s almost like my hand was built to cradle her jaw. My fingers resting gently on her cheek as she turns to me. Her eyes flicking at me like sparkling jewels in a setting of pure beauty. The butterflies still their wings for a moment as I freeze. I move forward softly pressing my lips to hers as I wait for her eyes to close. Hearing the sound of her heart beat in the distance. And all at once, I’m home.
I lie awake at night and I can feel your soft skin on my fingertips. That first involuntary gasp still echoes in my ear. Your fluttering eyelids shutting as you bit your lip and arched your back into my caress. The quiet giggle as my fingers brushed the lacy hem of your panties. Furrows in your brow growing with every circular touch running gently, constant in it’s attention as my palm rests on your shivering tummy. My hand warm and still as I listen to the soft roaring moan escaping your beautiful lips as I planted mine upon them. Then I’m alone again, as I lie awake at night.
I want to hold you in my arms and keep you warm. I want to press my lips to yours and never let go. I want to be reminded of a love that has been too long out of my heart and mind. I want your fingers to dance lightly in my hair. I want to feel the passion in your blood and the fire in your soul. Kiss me and never let me go!
Come here, rest your head. The fight has left you I know, but no need to struggle any more. My arms are yours, my heart beats with yours. I will not let go from now until the end of days. I pledge myself to you in mind, body and in soul. I will be your strength and hold you high and when you’re ready I will watch you walking tall. My arms will be here for you, if you need me again. x