How it feels to be brought to the brink of a sweet orgasm |
I stretch, fully exposed My nipples sharp, like the tip of a knife. My eyes plead with hunger -desire, waiting intensely You separate my legs Teasing with slow movements Your lips kissing my naked skin, -my inner thighs, my sex I place my hands above my head pretending I’m tied up Like in a bondage scene -imprisoned. You look at me Your eyes a rich blue Like the Mediterranean sea Latch onto mine Drawing me closer and closer Into a unknown trance A territory I feel willing to cross I look at you and all I see is Pure beauty that creates a sense of ease Smiling you lift my legs wrapping them around your shoulders I close my eyes, surrendering. The weight of your tongue pressing down, deep Clutching the sheets My hips gyrate, voluntary My body spasms, uncontrollably Then you stop, abruptly Pulling me closer, kissing me Tongues colliding, tasting my own wetness, my own delight His erection slides, into my mouth thrusting back and fourth It feels good to pleasure, to hear him moan My wetness trickles as he enters my sex once again, am clutching the bed Rhythmic movements increase, Powerful. Headboard banging I cup his face in my hands Starring straight into his hypnotising eyes My sex grips, his erection tightening Frantically thrusting Pleasurable tingling, deep inside Driven to the brink of climax He too loses control ,and fills me with satisfactory We lay together, his arms around me I stretch, fully exposed My erect nipples become sensitive, to the trespassing night air And once again I feel the hunger The hunger for the unbelievable feeling of love |