Doing Things With Skin

I see you there, softly illuminated by the golden dance of flickering candlelight; awaiting my arrival.

Your flesh glows before me, calling to me in soft whispers of eager yearning. I draw nearer and reach out to touch you. Your breath catches in your throat while in mid gasp. A slow smile curves around my lips. Early satisfaction comes in with the knowledge that my fingertips can do that to you. You succumb to your desires, soft moans escape your lips, as you beg for my mouth to meet your flesh.

I lower my head, eyes bowed to my target, and gently sample the feast you are offering to me. Your body shudders as I take your manhood all the way into my mouth. The gentle pressure I place upon your shaft with silken lips causes you to come close to release. I pull away swiftly. I am not ready for your release just yet. I want to tease you a while longer.

With grace and ease, I remove my clothes. You reach out to touch my newly exposed skin which reacts to the temperature change immediately. Your fingers find my hardened nipples and you begin to pinch and play while I am in your reach. Your member throbs and pulsates with want while you watch, wide eyed, as I position myself expertly between your thighs.

The skin surrounding your testis tightens beneath my tongue. Your scent is musky and delicious and I breathe you into my lungs deeply. Immediately my body creates oceans of moisture between my thighs. I grab onto you with my mouth hard, sucking with powerful urgency. My movements reflecting that of a starved woman, ravaging the meat before me with untamed desire. My hands caress and massage the flesh surrounding your shaft, switching back and forth from soft touches to commanding and strong. I knead you until you reach a frenzied state, taking you all in. I practically swallow you whole before you decide you’ve had enough. You force me onto my stomach, bare and ready to accept what you are about to give. I am begging now.

With your tongue, you draw a line from the nape of my neck, slowly down the length of my spine to my hips. It is there you almost seem confused with the fork in the road. Straight ahead and you will head up and over the round fullness of my bottom. Off to either side and you will roam over the swell of my hips, searching for the garden of eden that rests just below my soft belly. You chose to send your hands around the sides of my hips while your stiffness seeks out the moisture awaiting you between my legs. I gasp.

Wildly, you enter, as if you will not be able to satiate your need. Hard and fast, you thrust. Your hands roam the length of my body, coming to rest cupping my breasts as you hold on tight, pushing yourself further inside of my warm cavern. I accept all of you, crying out in primal fashion as you ride me hard. My orgasm is so powerful, it leaves my body shaking wildly. I beg for more.

Just as I feel that you are nearing explosion, you pull out.  Abruptly turning me over and pulling me closer to you all in one motion. You thrust yourself into my mouth once more. Your hands grasp the back of my head, pushing yourself as far into my mouth as possible. You shoot your juices swiftly into my throat, your sweet nectar effortlessly releasing into my mouth. I swallow every last drop as you slowly pull out and collapse on the ground next to me.

Exhausted, I lay beside you in a quivering, sweaty heap filled with satisfaction. My body tingles with delight while my eyes rest heavy in my head.

I realize the candles have burned all the way down, leaving a quiet stillness in the room. The moisture of our sweat hangs heavy around us and the only sound echoing in the stillness is the consistency of your breathing. Sleep finds me quickly.

I awake with the first light of dawn, still naked and reeling from the night before. Only, I realize with a start that I am alone. Did I dream the heaven of you? Is it possible, with the taste of you still lingering on my mouth, that you were never even there? Maybe you slipped out in the quiet of the night, leaving me my memories to ease my mind come morning light.

I silently pray that you will come back, and soon.