The Saviour pt 1

***Both excited and nervous about this one. For erotic readers it does heat up towards the end. Don't forget I'm new to writing full stop so friendly pointers are welcome :) Thanks for reading***

The way my name slipped off his tongue
and the way it left his lips
The way those same warm lips would kiss my neck
sending tiny electrical pulses right down my spine
Because I was undoubtedly his
and he was undoubtedly mine

And when he wasn't around
Oh how I would obsessively miss his touch
My veins craved him
His whole very being
I wanted to drink him in
This overwhelming feeling was much more than simple lust without trust
For I trusted him explicitly, with every inch of my body
He worshipped me, the way my mind had only fantasized in my weirdest wildest dreams
Never really knowing before that I could find a connection like this
There's no way I could let this otherworldly god like creature go
So I cling to him tightly for he is the only one who can satisfy my insatiable needs

The way his stubble would lightly brush over my nipples calling them to arise
The hours I spent gazing into those mysterious crystal like eyes
The way my skin would blush on command right to his very first touch
How I miss this magical creature
so incredibly much

He would use his wicked tongue
And boy, how it would relentlessly to tease me
Fuck, this god knew just exactly how to please me
Gripping my ass and stroking my clitoris unforgivingly with his wet and well skilled tongue
This has to be my calling
This has to be where I belong
Inviting me to move my hips and clutch at his hair
I get so lost in the moment I lose every care
As I climb
and climb
And climb some more
My thoughts become more and more
scrambled
I barely remember my name
Begging desperately like a whore for relief
I haven't an ounce of shame
Finally he hears my call causing me to
Spiral
and
Crash
Spilling all my sexy warm wet secrets

He laps up all my secrets
And kisses me so I can taste them
Creamy
and
Tangy
Tangy like the tears rolling down my eyes
And in my wet and wanton opening, he slips in his glorious scepter
to no doubt claim more of my pleas and cries...