Three words

There's no other way to describe this, I need you...

I mean I NEED you in the basest ways....

I want you to touch me, feel me, run your hands all over my skin, but you're not calming me, oh no, quite the opposite, with each touch, each pass of your strong fingers over my pale skin...I lose more ground.

Thinking stops, voice halts, everything I have is moved to my skin, to your touch, to you, I'm wired to your reactions, they feed my own.

A loop that I never want to stop, because it's freedom, feeling, sensing, being, no words, just desire made into flesh.

You trace my lips an I want to bite you, snapping my teeth together as you pull them away, leaving them so close to my lips that I need to taste them.

Watching your smile deepen as I whine in my throat, I want to taste your skin, take you into my warmth, feel your firm strong touch on my tongue. Seeing your smile deepen as you shift your index finger toward my open lips, just a fraction, allowing me to have you, this piece of you at least.

It's like I've never had you before, the feel of your rough skinned finger, my slick tongue wrapping around it first, then closing my lips around the whole digit. Keeping it tight in my mouth, sighing with the taste of you, feeling your knuckles tighten as I suckle the flavours of your day from it.

Eyes closed to you, but I can sense you, the tension suddenly in your hand and the breath that sounds like a horse racing.

All I'm doing is tasting you, slicking you as much as I'm getting wet doing it, you pull your finger almost free, but then add a second to stroke along my tongue.

I'm not holding you, but I am stretched over you, my body resting just above your own, my own body heating and warming to the reactions your giving me.

A stroke to my breast, the side of it, makes me score your fingers, a rumble of approval leaving your throat as I do it. Your other hand is busy, I can hear cloth moving and then I can feel your heat just below my bare breasts.

You move your hand and I shift with it, your getting me to stroke you with my breasts, the heat of you painting them in slick trails. Nipples hard and aching as you tease me with yourself, my concentration still focussed on your fingers in my mouth, on my tongue.

But you? You're watching my reactions, seeing me lose more ground, more humanity for more of your touch, your love, til you speak the word to me...

“Open.”

I do.

I see where I am...

Over your solid warmth, my breasts just touching your softest skin, as you twitch and dance with each heartbeat. Weaving your hand downward so I move against you, feeling your hips buck into my softness, sliding your fingers free from my lips so I'm just above your sex.

I WANT you,

You watch me swallow as my needs turn me inside out, lips open still, a small line of wetness leaving my lips to drip onto your flesh an you KNOW I want to lick it back up into me, to taste you, right now...

You won't let me, even putting your hand on my neck to keep me away, listening to my whine deepen as you do it. Your smiling and I hear the next word fill what's left of my mind...

“Slowly.”

I let my tongue fall forward, slow, like it's molten glass, the first touch of my tongue has you shifting upward, even though you try not to. I purr as I slip your hardness deep into my mouth, your grip tight on my neck as I do. My breasts resting on your thighs as you hit the back of my throat...

A trickle of wetness runs down my inner thigh, guided and moved by my own shifting on your body, you hear the difference an send your touch there to check.

I'm lost in your taste, the feel of you in my mouth, the fullness and rightness I have with you inside me. Feeling your own pushes begin now, as the rhythm gets going.

My reward?

Your fingers that had been in my mouth are now sliding inside my own body, mimicking my movements on your solid heat. Breasts sliding against your thighs, nipples hard and aroused as you push yourself deeper into my softness an my mouth begins to bite your flushed tightness.

Your grip on my neck total...

Keeping me safe, holding me so I can finish my task, your flesh filling every part of me, two becoming three and making me rock with the force of you.

The last word comes through gritted teeth, hissed out just before I dive deep for the last time...

“Swallow!”

I keep myself there, feeling each pulse of you, each push and finger end stretching and tightening as I take everything you are into my throat. Breath heaving as I take everything you have to give, loosening your hold only when you want to see me.

Still inside me, still working me as you move me upward, watching your reddened flesh drop from my scarlet lips. Tongue still eager to taste you, kiss you, pupils large and wide,watching the joy that fills you from side to side.

You stop, remove your fingers from me and bring them to your own lips, cleaning them of me, taking in my taste to fragrance your breath. Moving me over you again, this time across your hips, so I'm resting over your lap. Pushing my head down and my ass up, unknowing until I feel your caress over my soft skin.

The tease of it, the stroking and sensitising, then the sharpness of your flat hand, the sound making me exhale sharply. The sting of the touch, the weight of your touch against the redness, the soreness, then again, harder this time, deeper, more weight in the blow.

I can feel you underneath me, from soft warmth, to gathering heat, with each red mark you make, I feel you pulsing against my flesh.

You tease and touch, making the edges of the redness more sensitive, taking your time and watching my body reacting to your touches. The wetness at the entrance to me doubling until I wet your palm with it, the slap this time lubricated by my own secretions.

There's no need to speak this time, no word needed, I've driven you to where language makes no sense.

You turn me, get my legs wider than yours and pull me down quickly, forcing yourself home, going as deep as you can get in one stroke. I'm biting my lip to keep silent, but I can't, the sound of utter surrender leaving my throat as you grip my hips tightly. Anchoring yourself to my bones as you move me, shifting a hand to my shoulder to keep me in place, under my armpit and over the joint, there's nowhere I can go.....

You OWN me....

An I WANT you to....

To be loved, taken, owned, filled, desired, lost to the emotions and needs brought out whenever we're together...

I drop my head back and say the word you love to hear....

“Yours....”

Held so tightly I can't fall, only into you, where I belong...

I can feel your teeth on my skin, grazing at first, then nibbling, small bites but you know what I NEED, what I need to fall apart with you deep inside me...

I can feel the pressure building inside me, the coiling, writhing energy that makes me jump and twitch on your solid body. You sense it, the way I grip you inside, the heat that begins to scald your own flesh, your fingers go to my breast instead of my shoulder. Playing with the tight proud nub of flesh there, as my body begins to shake around you, feedback beginning to make muscles ache and tighten...

I need you an I say your name like a benediction whispered in church to be heard by a beneficent god....

Then your teeth meet in my soft skin as I grip your solid length deep inside me, falling back into your hunger, hearing you devour every single piece of me as you fight to join me in bliss...

Tied together...

We rest...

Sated for now...

Both sides of us completed, content...

Until the next time....