sex

She walks in the door. Candles lit, causing a... deep erotic scent. My silhouette is all that is visible to her. I grab her hand as I lead her to the couch. & I sit her down with an ease knowing tonight my intentions are to please. My lips tingle in anticipation for meeting hers with a sultry passion as though they are two strangers twisted in a circle of love never having met before but yet fiending for one another. Now I pause, glance into her eyes. While im moving inwards towards her neck and the scent of candles no longer lingers-- only her smell.& Its drives me in closer and I pull myself on her lap. Grinding slowly, tracing circles on her neck with the wetness of my tongue to be matched with the moist hotness from between.. My thighs. Yo She works hard to keep me satisfied, her days long. Working. & Now she's trying to work me, made her way on top of me. Pause.. I push her off me.. No baby. I whisper quietly. Please, all I want is that.. To please. I push her back and climb seductively on top of her, between her-- legs. I bite my bottom lip as I run my fingers down her body as if im conversing with her curves as the blind read brail. I know her, her body-- every inch, every movement conducted by it. I know her, her every sound-- gasp, sigh, moan, yell. I know she, she wants me. I pull the clothes from her body with love making motions, notions to the sweetness of her insides-- calling for me. Alluring to my sense. I need to taste her, to hear her, to be in and on her. I press my index finger to my lips as if I am requesting her silence, rather requesting no denial. Her legs part slightly more and my tongue slides directly to her core. It speaks to her body-- massages it with its tone-- loves with its rhythm.