We go to bed, and i lay you down before you have a chance to protest.
you're bigger than me, but you don't try and escape from under me.
i go straight for the prize, my head between your legs,
but then i decide i want to play.
and so with my lips and tongue i make my way down your right leg, all the way to your toes.
i lay slow gentle kisses all the way back up your leg,
and past your stomach,
over your breast,
stopping of course to savour your nipple.
i continue on my trip down your right arm,
stopping to suck on each finger, because i know how much you like that.
back up your arm, and to your neck,
and i know if i look up your mouth will be open, and your eyes rolled back,
wanting more, but enjoying what i'm doing at the same time.
i keep going, leaving soft kisses and wet spots down your left arm
... more fingers there...
and back up again, past your other breast, where i again stop to enjoy one of those places that i can never get enough of.
I love your breasts, the way they feel, with skin that feels like paper in some spots, and velvet in others, the way they fill my mouth so beautifully.
they react to my touch and no matter how often i indulge, i always want to go back for more.
but i continue on my way,
leaving a wet path of kisses down across your stomach and into your hair,
teasing you with my breath before i keep moving down your leg...
by now i know you want me to touch you,
and all this time my hand hasn't left your centre,
just barely touching you, feeling you grow wet, teasing you while i get my fill of your skin, your body on my lips.
i make my way back to the core of your pleasure,and you are very wet, waiting for me.
And i don't want to make you wait any longer.
i love the taste of you, all savoury and sweet,
and unlike anything else you can name, the taste of you is something i crave and cherish.
I dip my head and taste you on my lips again, finding as much as i can to savour.
Your hips are moving, almost outside your control,
and i smile at this.
i slip two fingers into your opening, and you moan,
and from here on in i only have one thought.
I want to hear you scream.
I give you what you are craving, but i am selfishly giving;
giving only because i want.
Taking because i have to taste you, i have to feel your sex in my mouth, have to be gentle and harsh, teasing and tormenting,
but ultimately this is what you want and i give it to you.
Your thighs tighten beside my ears, but i can still hear you,
in ecstacy,
no fear that anyone is listening, and past caring even if they were.
And i listen.
I hear your screams, and i feel your body take control of itself,
while i bring you closer with my tongue and my fingers, licking and sucking every drop that i can.
I love to make you scream, love to know that it's me that brings that sound out of you,
from a place that can only be reached from where i am, at your core, your centre,
making you scream, and wanting to make you scream more, not wanting to stop what i am doing
because i am greedy and i want to draw you into me, your taste, your smell, your sounds...
you lose all control to me, as your body moves without your permission,
moving in the way that i am telling it to with my mouth and my hands,
until you come and then finally your body can take no more,
and you need to breath again, pulling me up to kiss you.
and we rest, knowing that there will be a next time,
and that then i can again take what i want from you,
in my greed giving you what you crave, just as much as i crave to take it from you.
