coffeelove

I imagine you on top of me, on the couch, your weight keeping me pressed down.
Your lips brushing over my neck, softly teasing me, you have your hand tangled in my hair, you pull my head back hard.
Keeping me like that, I am unable to move. You know this is my achilles heel.
From the moment you gripped my hair I am dripping wet.
You could take me then and there. I would welcome you.
But you wait.
Your other hand plays with the buttons of my shirt, I press my chest up towards you, a movement begging you to continue, begging to be undressed.
Slowly, oh so slowly you unbutton my shirt to reveal my breasts, you pull my bra down slightly, just enough to expose my nipples.
Aching to feel your lips around them, to feel your tongue flick teasingly over them..
The moment you take one of my small but hard nipples in your mouth..
This is the moment I start to beg.

I won't know what to beg for. I will beg you to fuck me. Lick me. To let me suck you.
Anything, just to feel you.
For you to release me from your grip so that I can explore your body using my lips, tounge, hands.
I want to be on top of you, leaning forward, letting my hair tickle your skin.
On my back, legs wrapped around you, never letting you go.
Or between your legs, my lips moist and that feeling the moment your cock slides into my mouth..
It makes me quiver with pleasure.
I love to hear your moans from the things I do with my lips and tounge.
Or you pushing my legs apart, sliding down between them..

Could I love you any more in that moment, could I ever forget?
This is how I want you. This is how I need you.