i love being on top and sitting in the lap of a dominant switch sweetheart that is so clearly overwhelmed by their own desire that they freeze and don’t know what to do with themselves. oh don’t worry, darling. i know. my fingers deftly hooking under the hem of your t shirt and pressing my lips to the soft warm skin revealed beneath, rolling your t shirt in my fingers enough that it becomes a gag of sorts which i, after a precious kiss, place between your teeth. the look in your eyes, is that adoration or devotion? settling myself on your hips and beginning a slow grind against you and through my panties, with a hand to your sternum. don’t go anywhere, sweetheart. you’ll stay right here, won’t you? i just want to feel you. leaning forward and allowing my lips to hover over yours parted, your eyes rolling back with a muffled groan when you feel the soft glide of my tongue overtop your upper and lower lip, catching the delicious contrasting texture of your bundled shirt as well between. my index and middle fingers are delicately following the veins up your arms as i watch you with an air of intrigue, feeling you getting harder beneath me, pressing further into me without getting any closer to being in me. has anyone ever touched you like this before? it is a curiosity asked as my fingertips crest the swell of your shoulders, wordlessly answered by the shiver in your upper body which chases the shaking of your head.
hm. my hands climb the length of your neck, fingers twisting into your hair and pulling to one side just enough to provide angled access. i can feel the heat of you from such distance, reveling in the sensation of your warmth like a furnace, i bring my lips to the opposite plane of your neck. tender kiss, though not gentle. no, you need to know i am here, present, staying right along with you. grounding pressure. soft yet firm, my mouth followed none too quickly by the tip of my tongue to your clavicle dragging upward to the spot just below the corner of your jaw. my favorite spot. you shudder under me, our chests pressed together— breathing in mirrored known rhythm as i continue rocking my hips against you. my free hand bringing one of yours to my waist. you do the work of attaching your other to my hip, drunken lust-filled eyes taking in all the small features of my face when we are this close. my swollen parted lips full and breathing deeply of you, the shape of my teeth, cheeks thoroughly warmed and colored to a soft pink, the hollow of my throat jumping with my racing heartbeat. my eyes which watch your face with the same desire to savor, to remember this moment together, when you allowed me to see you. all in all it is me who cannot bear to hold it any longer, this endlessly knowing gaze. my head drops to your shoulder and my lips are to your neck again.
with your fingers greedily digging into my hip and some others moving up with your arm to encircle my waist, you pull me closer. i know you have dropped the shirt from the biting hold of your teeth when i feel your breath along the space and stretch of skin which connect my shoulder to my neck. how soft you are with me and how rough below, i need it now more than ever, one of my hands moving between our bodies to unbutton your jeans. you, however, take my hand and bring it again to the back of your neck, knowing exactly where you want me right now. there is no protest, i am such small hums and moans over and along your skin. the slight taste of salt, and you— it fills my throat and covers my tongue. what addicting flavors i find here, i am content beyond words. you on the other hand, are working with ease to free yourself from the confines of your clothes.
it isn’t but a handful of seconds and shuffled movement that you are breathing heavier into my ear and finding that dominance to act upon once again. pulling my panties to the side and feeling my nails and teeth sharp in your neck when you breathe that sigh of needy relief and begin finally feeling how wet i’ve been, how my clit has swelled to aching bud of easily toyed-with sensitive nerves upon seeing you the way you have let me now. there is a low curse on your tongue spoken in appreciative tone into my flesh. this ability to restrain and savor is at last, wearing thin. you guide yourself inside me, my lips to your ear, perfect place to hear the hitch of my breath and the following repeated gasps as you push past my entrance and sink inside me, fill me. pulsing want around you, my nails are sure to be leaving small crescent moon indents when we are through. if you mind the pain you don’t express it, seemingly only becoming impossibly harder inside me and focused on not hurting me. i can feel you nearly against my cervix. there are but a few inches of you that i haven’t taken yet. this desire to be full of you, it is overtaking force which drives my hips down down down. my brows pull together and my body braces to take all of you. you should know by now, love, i will always take everything there is to take of you. all of you. everything you allow. that, and this too.
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