She stands there in the doorway, cheeks gently blushing, looking so innocent and adorable and I look back at her, always so full of admiration for her natural beauty. She bites her lower lips and looks down in that irresistible cute way she does, fully well knowing how hard that affects me and my concentration. I smile, a warm inviting and very genuine smile, what else can I do, whenever she walks into a room she lights it up and fills it with her sensual presence.
"Do you like", she asks, her delicate finger raising to the side of her head, fingers playing with strands of her wavy red hair. Slowly she twirls around before me, wearing the lace bodysuit I had given her the day before. The thin and very sheer lace clinging to her body, a mere haze shielding her and protecting her modesty, while at the same time lighting fires within my soul, flames of cravings to devour her completely right here and now, in this very spot.
"Yes", I reply, "I like it very much, you look quite stunning. in fact, you take my breath away".
I walk up to her, this stunning being, so sensual, full of life and love, and an insatiable hunger. I walk close, lean my head in and place my lips on her forehead, gently kissing her and closing my eyes as my fingers start exploring this new map to her body. Slowly my fingers trace the outlines of the bodysuit across her body, the cut from high on her waist, across her hip and front of her thigh, down between her legs. Getting down to her most sensitive and intimate spot let my fingers glide across that thin lace, dancing, teasing, before moving on. I trace the neck line, nails running across the back of her neck, following the opening over her shoulder and then down the deep cut finding her lovely cleavage, oh how my fingers love to go there, feel her, explore her. Map her body out to the most minute detail. Loving every line and curve of her, admiring her willingness to let me explore her (in secret craving me to do so).
I find breathing is getting harder, her closeness as always lighting the flames in me, inspiring my hunger to take over and demand control.
I spin her around, push her up against the wall, fingers moving that flowing red hair aside as I lean in to bit the back of her neck, signaling that it's now my desires for her that is in control. My hands run up along her bare thighs, lace covered waist, round to her front, cupping her breasts as my fingers hunt, and find, her hardening nipples and she gets my final surrender to her with a hoarsely whispered "Mine" with her quieter response "Yours…"
origamiaround
blakekathryn
vaporwave
gummygunk