Loving You

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    Loving You

    I sigh as you kiss me on my forehead
    Then my nose
    Then my lips
    Lingering there before tasting me with your tongue
    Softly eyes half closed and heartbeat strong
    We begin the dance
    Your hand slowly marking a course down my side to my naked thigh
    Then behind to the rounded curve
    Giving me a twinge of delight and anticipation
    I feel your breath on my neck as you nip at my ear
    While your hands explore places you’ve known before
    As if all was new
    I return kiss for kiss and lightly stroke your shoulders
    Before gently scratching one little bulb on your chest
    You shiver and groan
    Loving the sweet contact and I feel your body press closer
    I run my tongue down your neck and push you away
    Onto your back so that I can take the stance of the warrior
    My legs entrap yours penning you
    As my tongue first volleys with yours
    Then descends to soothe the tingle in the nipple I scratched
    You sigh in response
    Putting your hand on my head with a whispered yes
    I feel you buck and your pleasure rod pushes into my groin
    So close to your goal, you ache for me
    But I have no remorse
    I continue the path to where it hurts
    Marking with tentative bites along the way
    And soon my mouth is hot on you where you are most male
    Taking all greedily
    You raggedly command me to get it
    As if it were not already mine
    I moan and watch your eyes watch mine
    Letting you see my tongue soundlessly converse with you
    Daring you to stop me
    To free yourself from the torture that is bliss
    But you only twist your fingers into my hair
    Then tell me to suck it like that
    I stop to seek out the other nipple and you utter a protest
    Til I grasp your hardness and fall to meet it
    And my body and yours join and rock
    Together in a sea of pleasure we lock eyes and then hands
    Until I must cry an expletive while my body convulses
    And you join me
    Shouting my name as if strangling
    While your upper body comes off the bed rhythmically
    And I lay down on your body enjoying your hands on my head and back
    Exhausted, spent, loving you

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