Taste of Desire

Fantasy...
Desire and want yet unfulfilled.
I ache for your tender touch.

Longing at last to be sated.
A lingering, lustful look in your eyes as you stand before me,
tempts me to move closer and closer to you.

Inches apart now.
The fresh provocative scent of your perfumed moisturizer does not mask the bouquet of your freshly cleansed skin.

Water beads still meandering from your shoulders.
Traipsing down your neck.
Hesitantly and slowly cascading along your exposed breasts.

My hands now glide upon your hips.
Moving upward with a soft caress on their journey of your body.

My hands take a gentle yet firm hold of your hourglass waist while gazing into your eyes.
A wondrous maze into your soul.

My left hand gliding to the small of your back.
Whilst my right hand claims the nape of your neck.

I pull you into me as lips press against lips.
Breasts pressed against chest.

Your breathe upon my cheek as we kiss like centuries old souls;
lost, finally reuniting.

The heat from our bodies rising.
Hearts beating.
Blood pumping faster and stronger.

Clarity.
Focus.
There is no world but this moment here.
Now.
You.
Me.

My fingers release from your back to wind their way under the tightly bound towel.
My right hand peruses over your shoulders and down your neck, pausing on the beat of your heart.

Palm pressed firmly now.
I feel you.
All of you.

Our heads touching as if one while our tongues dance.
My right hand now tracing the outline of your breasts as my left breaks the barrier of the towel, dropping it to the floor.

With firm force my hand grasps hold of long awaited treasure.
Cupping ass and breast as our mouths explore each other.

The heat from our bodies, like magnets, compelling us closer and closer.

My need for you surpassing my need for air.

You grasp my neck with both hands.
Pull me into you.
Flesh upon flesh.

You press your lips to mine with full thrust.
Like the sun breaking dawn.
The cold of night giving way to heated delight.

Your hands still clasping my neck, push downward.
Guiding my lips and tongue across your neck.

With every taste of skin penetrating my senses like fine wine.
I dizzily roam your body with my mouth.
Tongue tickling one nipple while the other is owned by my grip.

Further down I explore with gentle guidance from you.
Tender soft kisses across your belly.

My hands now grasped upon your hips.

Before me is the grail of my desire.

The mound of Venus beckons my mouth.

With slow, deliberate pause and as close to close without touching can be;
I breathe upon the feast that awaits me between your legs.

I feel your fingers gripping me in anticipation.
The heat brewing from your freshly tended garden.

Abruptly you pull me forward.
My mouth opens wide.
My hands move from your hips as my fingers search for their hold.

The dividing nether line gives grip to my grasp.
My mouth full upon your flower.
My tongue begins the glide between its pedals.

Slow, deliberate licks.
Up.
Down.
Side to side.
You become wet, which aides my tongue deeper in its penetration.
My hands in full grasp of your buttocks.
Pulling you towards me as my tongue writhes ever deeper inside.
Your now wet and tender pussy pulses with vibrations.
I lick.
I lick.
I kiss and breathe upon, than lick;
the forbidden lips of your sex.

My right hand, with intention, pulls back the hood of your clit.
My tongue claims it in an instant.

My lips wrap hard around it.
Breathing your clit into my mouth.

Pause.....

Then release with a gentle breath as my tongue lingers at its tip.
My thumb takes hold, pressed upon your clit while my tongue circles just inside you.

The juices of your flower that escape my swallow drip down my jaw.

Exposed.
Unprotected.
Raw.

My feast is you and you my delight as you writhe and moan and twist about.
Penetrating you with my tongue.
Feverishly massaging your clit.
Your hands gripped tightly on my neck.
Pushing me up, deeper inside you as you ride my mouth like a wild mustang running frantic in an open field.

Thrusting your pelvis upon me.
My mouth gripped upon your pussy like a vampire thirsting for blood.
My tongue twirling and twisting and tasting.

Your fingers clench into my neck.
Your fingernails almost piercing my skin.
The feverish flush builds to an almost frantic pace.

It builds.
It builds.
It builds like a dam ready to burst.

Your moans become screams.
Your fingers release.
Your hands shake upon my shoulders;
as your flower quivers and pollinates my mouth with your sweet warm elixir.