Drawn Out Breath

Reclining naked in my favorite black chair
with one leg hooked up over the arm...
my secrets exposed to the sight of my lover.

You sit across from me,
your gaze burning across my skin.

As naked as I, your knees hit the floor
and you take your place between my thighs,
teasing me with a look of mischief.

My body starts to feel leaden with desire.

"Tell me what you are feeling," you whisper.

"I feel anticipation, my thighs clenched
and my breasts aching to be touched;
every nerve in my body is tense
waiting for the moment when they will be stimulated."

"What do you want from me?"

"I want your focus on every inch of me,
I want to feel your hands stroking each spot,
I want to watch your tongue upon my body,
and taste my flavor on your mouth."

You reach your hand out...so slowly,
a single fingertip tracing the curve of my foot.

I sigh and shivers run down my spine.

Your hand encompasses my foot,
a thumb applying pressure to my arch,
and up, sliding between each toe...
a prelude to what I truly desire.

My body spasms against the chair,
bowing toward you, opening like a flower;
porcelain skin framed by ebony leather.

"I love watching your reactions,
so open and so eager for my touch."

"I feel your fingers on my body and yet...
I swear you caress the edges of my soul,
sending tiny shocks along it...
temptation and seduction to my very core."

Your hand slides up my shin as you lean forward,
lips pressing electric kisses against my foot,
you tongue darting out and flickering against my toes.

A moan escapes my lips, echoing in the air,
as my toes curl with erotic delight.

Your fingers have found the crease of my thigh,
tracing lazy patterns there in the sensitive crevice,
your eyes speaking volumes of your intent.

Kisses feathered against my ankle
and then tracing along the curve of my calf,
lingering at the back of my knee.

"Ah," I whisper, "just there love,
just the spot to make me beg."

Flicking your tongue against that spot
with your fingers in my curls,
swirling them around your fingertips,
pulling gently, then harder, then harder.

Pain mingles with pleasure as your lips move,
tracing your name against my thigh.

"I love the way you tease me,
tormenting me deliciously,
making me want you so much,
and yet, making me crave the anticipation,
making me want the temptation
to last as long as you draw it out."

Your breath fans hot against my core,
my pussy weeping with want of your touch.

You press kisses first against my pubic bone,
so close and breathtakingly still so far away,
as my body gravitates toward your magnetic pull.

You draw out my anticipation,
rubbing your cheek against my thigh,
pursing your lips before flicking your tongue out,
barely felt against my tightened bud.

"Tease," I whisper, "make me scream."

Your laughter plays against my skin,
sensation pooling in the core of my body,
before your lips find their course,
and your tongue tangos with my clit.

My breath catches in my throat,
the feelings rushing through me,
caging all coherent thought.

I whisper your name like a mantra.

Suction applied at just the right pressure,
as your fingers find cause to wander,
easing deep inside of me, first one, then another,
joint sensations press me to the edge of desire.

Fingers creating friction, seeking just that spot,
teeth creating just the right pressure.

A cry escapes me, my body convulses,
all feeling centered where tongue meets flesh,
a maelstrom of feeling...indescribable.

"Please."

In that moment, your wickedness flared,
and you pull away, leaning back,
leaving me panting and burning up.

"Devil."

Another laugh, and this one reaches my heart,
a smile coming to my lips as I reach out my hand.

You lean forward, your lips warm against mine,
a gentle press of them, my tongue darting against them,
the taste of my body like ambrosia.

Your body is hot beneath my fingers,
nails caressing down over your back,
my fingers finding that spot, just there
at the base of your spine, so soft and tender.

Trailing kisses down your neck,
my fingers flirt along your tailbone,
finding every soft dimpled space.

"Temptress," you whisper.

Now my laugh fills the room,
echoing through the high rafters,
and I kiss you again, sharing my joy.

You fall backward, taking me with you,
rolling quickly and I find myself mastered.

Your cock is poised for entrance,
teasing so close to the depth I require,
and yet, you remain still, your gaze on mine,
and I can see promise in your eyes.

A heartbeat...then another, a soft moan...
then you spear me to my core,
a building avalanche, beginning so deep.

Once...then again, until movement becomes
momentum and one ends where another begins.

Uninhibited cries escape my lips,
my pleasure sung to the space around us,
your thrusts punctuating my litany.

"So very close...just a little more...now!"

You accede to my wishes, pressing me higher,
joining me in my pleasure, as we crest the peak.

Forever it seems we are falling,
flesh against flesh as foundations shake,
pleasure crested waves tumbling through us,
then your body heavy against mine.

That solid weight of you reassuring,
too exhausted to shift away,
in my arms as I catch my breath.