I'd been driving you crazy, kissing you all night. It started when you walked in the door after work and I pulled you in close. Just a peck, before I pulled back to peer into your eyes for a moment, a crooked grin crossing my face. Then a bit later, I stopped you before you got out of the car at the restaurant, reaching my right hand to caress the back of your neck, while the left rested comfortably on your knee. You let out a weak protest about people seeing, but I know you, babe. So of course I was unsurprised to feel your warmth as your tongue met with mine.
Don't even ask about the movie. I'm sure we'll be able to get it on Hulu or something later.
Oh, girl, I love to kiss you. Love the feel of our lips pressed together, our tongues exploring each other…
And I especially love what it does to you.
I love knowing how, after everything tonight, when I lay down beside you and unbutton that fly, my fingers will find you already ready to receive them.
I start slow, my middle finger gently parting your folds before sliding down, then back up, spreading your slick before ending on that perfect button.
"Mmmbaby, your eyes are so pretty, but can't see 'em when they're closed."
You open your eyes and look up at me, resisting the urge to close them again as my finger slides into you. Our eyes locked, you can't help it… you lift your head, your lips seeking mine…
And that's when I pull away.
"Uh uh uh" I tease. "No kissing, babygirl. Just look at me."
You rest your head back, but your breath catches and your pout turns into a different expression altogether as my thumb finds that pulsing button and my finger hooks just so.
A grin spreads across my face as I watch you struggling to keep your eyes open, your jaw slack, pursing your lips every so often and trying to get me, break me down, make me kiss you.
Whining when I don't.
I just keep working that most sensitive of organs from both the outside and in.
Keep staring into your beautiful eyes.
Keep pulling away every time you try to kiss me.
Until I sense that you're there.
Right there on the edge.
The door open, ready for you to tumble headlong through it…
And that's when I pounce.
My lips press hard into yours.
Just as I put just the right pressure, just the right place.
And you slip into euphoria.
But as you try to take a breath, you find only my tongue.
My eyes still open, watching in fascination as you come utterly undone.
My fingers not letting up until it's clear the sea has been cleared of every wave.
And then, and only then, I pull away.
You, breathless, as I keep fingering you slowly.
A crooked grin across my face.
"Hm." I say, as you finally open your eyes to mine again.
"Guess you really do like kissing."
"Asshole." you say, but I see the twinkle in your eye as you reach behind my neck and pull me in, pressing your lips against mine once again, my fingers still working, somehow sliding in and out even more readily than before.
Find a small piece of fabric… a handkerchief, or maybe a scrap from your sewing. Fold it neatly, and before you go to bed, slip it into your panties.
And as you're lying there, drifting off, think of me. Think of all I'll do, all the ways you long for me to touch you. Let the fabric be my lips, hovering just above where you crave me most.
Touch yourself, if you must… but only through the cloth. And when you finally sleep, leave it there. My lips gently pressed against you all night. Keep it in place until morning.
And don't you dare wash it.
Find a way to get it to me. You're clever. You'll think of something. You're my good girl, after all.
he thinks you’re sooooo cute when you ride him and your legs start to shake and your breath comes out in quick puffs because you’re trying so hard to bounce on his cock and please him
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