Here and now, there’s only you and me, the fading light, this warm, spring breeze, an intensity of desire that brings us both to our knees, the worship of glowing skin and aching flesh as each stitch and thread is languidly teased away, the kisses luxurious, hungry and deep, an indulgent sensuality that inscribes onto our very souls each gasp and whisper and tremble, every groan, mark, shiver as you lay me down on crisp, white cotton, as you glide your flawless hands along this imperfect skin, as my fingers trace the hollow of your hips, as my lips and tongue find the racing pulse on your neck, as you spread me open and strip me bare, as my body yearns for your mouth and its unique caress, as you slowly ease your hard, dripping cock inside me to the hilt, as my sweet, hot cunt takes you, feels you, sheathes you, milks every drop of your come, as you claim me and fuck me and love me, as I possess you as master and man, as we fuse with a tenderness and carnality that leaves us breathless, complete, undone.
The growled utterance shatters resolutely the silence.
These four little letters, this singular word is all I need to sense the force of his desire, the complex ways in which I tempt him, here and now in the gloaming, dressed in nothing more than nylon and pearls and the heat of my own maddening craving, the pulsating ache between my fair thighs, the sex scarlet and sodden crying out for his mouth to kiss me soft and deep and long, for his tongue to enslave me, to drink down this sweet, fragrant nectar, for his thick, hard flesh to fill me, unleash me, tame me, possess and fuck my tight honeyed cunt with a sensual measure that leaves my entire body trembling and these lips whispering their hunger for more.
Where will your lips begin?
With the sunlight softly kissing my thigh?
With the delicate swell sheathed in the sheer midnight lace?
Your hands, lover.
How will they bare their craving to touch?
The creamy skin instantly warmed by your seductive caress?
The lean line of the belly you ache to trace and map and mark as your own?
And your flesh, lover.
What of its burning want and its need?
For the slick, sultry depths silently calling for your hard thick cock?
For the one who craves to be taken with such force the sweat pools in the small of her back?
That’s all it ever takes.
One look from you is all it takes for each stitch and thread clinging tight to fall to pieces, to disintegrate, to surrender to your presence, to pool on the floor at my feet, to leave me wild and disheveled and utterly bare, to have me breathless and shivering wet, to leave me shrugging and tugging at the luxurious draperies that have somehow resisted your charm and strength, to have me yearning for your possessing touch and the hedonistic pleasures of your perfect flesh.
I know only with this desiring body, the alchemical connection that continues to torment, that binds me to you like addict to obsession, to the masculine potency of your flesh, that stirs me as the day is dawning, that colours the light as if the darkness about to descend, that whispers to the craving skin of my feminine sensuality, to the wild and uncontrollable, to the depths of this lustful decadence, that moans along the arch of my form, the tips of the fingers reaching out to caress, to the cunt etched with your name and dripping our passion’s indelible scent.
It’s the thought of your kiss light upon each inch of my fair skin, your fingers easing away the straps and lace and cashmere, your lips whispering deep the words of adoration and need, your beard grazing the tremble of my soft thighs, your mouth worshiping the sighing ache of my scarlet desire, the carnal pulse of your flesh bringing me to my knees, my tongue devouring with greed, the possession hard and glistening and profound, the gaze all-seeing, all-knowing and yet somehow arcane, the man ideal, the veiled soul, the lover whose subtleties and complexities, whose primal urgencies and lingering sensualities even now feel just like home.