Damn....the back of the knees....the inner thighs....he knows, he just knows....I can't get enough...I want more...I get more...he is relentless...he is unstoppable...he knows exactly what I need...what I crave
I lose myself in the pleasure, my entire body is enveloped in rhythmic spasms from head to toe...
As my breathing begins to slow back down, I want him even more. But first I want to give him, the pleasure he has given me...
I roll him to his back and I straddle over his hips and thighs. I want him to look at me, all of me, my flushed cheeks, my flushed breasts, my wanting eyes. I want him to wonder where I will begin, where I will touch him first.
I run my finger tips, ever so slightly touching his skin, up from the side of his torso, from his hip bone to his heaving chest. I bend forward and nuzzle my face into his neck, I want to smell his scent, that scent that drives me wild, I breathe him in and slowly I start to softly kiss his neck. I open my lips and my tongue lightly traces a line across his jawline toward his ear. When I touch my tongue to his ear, he shivers and moans. Oh my what that does to me, to hear his pleasure....