Thoughts of You

I finally have you where I want you: alone. My place, your
place, it doesn't matter, as long as I have you to myself. I
take you in my arms, feeling your weight against my body,
and press my hardness against you. You feel so good there
against me, so soft, warm and squeezable. I take your head
in my hands and kiss your lips, ever so softly. Your lips are
moist and delicious, and I savor every moment. My mouth
parts slightly, allowing my tongue to creep out and tentatively
press between your lips. Ever so slowly, your lips part, and
my tongue sinks down into your mouth, where your eager
tongue awaits...

My hands creep down your luscious body, passion bursting
in me with each inch they cover. My hands brush against
your breasts, so firm and full. I long to stop there, long to
take one in each hand. I know it would please you as much
as I know it would please me. But I control myself, and make
my hands drift further down, down, down to your waist, so
soft and smooth. I let my left hand drift around behind you,
and allow myself the pleasure of grasping your fine ass. Oh,
the indescribable pleasure of it! My right hand has other
intentions, though. I let it go where it wants, and it wiggles
its way in-between our bodies, and down to your delicious
wetness. So soft, so wet, so.... Your wet playground is quite
a delight... I sense your passion building, and with a few deft
flicks of my fingers I send you close to the edge, but not quite
over. The mounting tension makes you grind your hips into
mine, and you moan with pleasure....

Your moaning is loud and deep, and in your passion you
begin kissing my ear. This stifles your moaning, but the
pleasure you're feeling forces you to switch to an arousing
whimper, in the depths of your throat. You tongue my ear,
sending ripples of desire through me. It turns me on as much
as your whimpering does, and I squeeze your ass harder,
pressing your crotch against mine. The sexual joy I'm feeling
builds, builds, builds until I can stand it no longer. In one quick
motion I break our embrace and pick you up in my arms. Our
lips meet and our tongues entwine, increasing our mutual feeling
of intimacy. I step forward, where I guess the bed should be. I
can't open my eyes to look, because your passion has captured me.
I am yours, mind, soul, and *body*.