Language Lesson

Language Lesson

As I walk into the bedroom, I see you feigning sleep. I smile, undressing and taking great care not to be noisy. I can see you’re watching me, a smile slowly spreading across your face. I reach out and gently put a finger to your lips.

Sitting on the bed next to you, your eyes darken with expectation. I lean forward, our mouths barely touching. I am aware of warm breath, sensual on our lips. I can feel the warmth of you drawing me in, closer, until our lips meet, gently, tenderly. I love the faint taste of your lipstick, warmed by the heat of your lips and the softness of our kiss. How I would enjoy pushing your hair back and allowing my kisses to move across your cheek to the welcoming warmth of your neck, moving upward to trace the outline of your ear, then back to find your mouth, feeling the welcoming opening as our tongues touch, exploring the intimate feel and sensations of each other. My hands cradle your face softly. I feel the rising passion of the moment but I hold back to enjoy the moments of our kiss.

Reaching down, I grasp the small bows holding together the straps of your top. Slowly, fighting the rising excitement I feel, I pull each one with deliberateness allowing them to loosen and fall aside. My hands guide your top downward exposing the soft fullness of your breasts. Slowly, my hand moves, stroking your skin and reveling in the softness of your body, taking full measure of your breasts. I find the small mound of your nipple already half erect with anticipation of my touch.

I feel the insistent urge to have you and feel the full passion that I know lies just before me but I resist. It is in the pleasure of small things that I focus. The enjoyment of you and the response of your body to the smallest sensations is what build the excitement. Now my kisses begin to descend to the small hollow at the base of your neck, the soft areas of the breast until, finally, I reach the darker area of nipple. My lips and tongue trace a path that sends shivers through you. The first touch of my tongue to your nipple gives rise to a small moan of pleasure from the sweet lips that, moments before, had known my mouth. A dance now begins between us, my tongue circling and teasing. I feel your hand, fingers running through my hair, pulls me to you, the teasing past. I take you into the wet shelter of my mouth and, pulling the nipple deeper, my tongue begins to move and excite you as waves of delight flow from your breast and release the first peaks of pleasure in the still untouched areas of your passion. The faint perfume of your body heightens my senses and expands my enjoyment of this single act. Feeling the intimacy of your body within my mouth, the nipple becomes fully aroused and your enjoyment is reflected in the small sounds that now escape you and the tightening of your pull. I take more and more of you, moving my attention from just the nipple to the entire breast, my arms around you as you cradle me and yet urge me on. Now my own ardor is fully aroused and still I resist my impatience, anticipating the sweetness of you that I will soon find in the moments to come.

No words have been spoken. This is the language of desire.


An entry for Round 83 of "The Weekly Quickie Contest" 
Word Count: 595
Prompt: Write an erotic story without any actual sex in it. No oral, no anal, no intercourse. Tell an arousing, sexy tale using purely your powers of description, suggestion, and foreplay.