The sexiest thing, in my opinion, is knowing your partner. Knowing exactly where to touch, where to kiss, where to let your fingers linger. Learning her body until every caress pulls another breath from her. Taking your time. Making her feel wanted, desired, worshipped. Making pleasure feel almost forbidden.
If this kind of pleasure is sin, then come sin with me.
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I trace the wet circle I’ve drawn on you,
watching it bloom against your skin.
You gasp, your back arching,
and I press my finger down,
never entering,
circling that soft, aching ridge
where your body burns for me.
You’re soaked through.
I love feeling how badly you want this,
how your breathing gives you away,
how your thighs tense beneath my hands
when I find exactly where you need me.
Slow circles.
Gentle pressure.
Again.
Again.
I watch your face while I touch you.
That matters to me.
Every twitch of your mouth,
every breath you lose,
every little movement telling me
closer, slower, there.
I lean over you
and take your nipple between my lips.
My tongue traces it,
softly flicking across the hardened tip,
tasting the salt of your skin
while my hand keeps working below.
Your body shivers.
I do it again.
Slower.
I want you trapped between sensations,
unable to decide which one
you need more.
Then my mouth begins traveling downward.
Your breast.
Your ribs.
Your belly.
I kiss every inch I can reach,
letting my lips linger against you
until anticipation becomes unbearable.
My hands slide over your hips.
I spread your thighs
and kiss the tender skin between them.
I can smell your arousal.
Taste it.
Feel your legs tighten around me
when my mouth finally reaches you.
I take you hungrily,
tongue moving through your wetness,
learning every response,
returning again and again
to the place that makes your hips rise.
Your fingers knot into my hair.
I hold you there.
I want the sounds you make
when language abandons you.
I want the broken breaths.
The trembling legs.
The helpless little movements
when pleasure becomes too much
and somehow you still want more.
So I keep going.
My tongue.
My fingers.
My mouth against you.
I learn your rhythm
until your body gives me the answer.
Then I stay there.
Exactly there.
Until your thighs shake around my head,
until your nails drag through my hair,
until that moan tears loose from your throat
and your whole body tightens
before coming apart beneath me.
And even then
I don’t hurry away.
I kiss my way back up your body,
taste the sweat along your breast,
take your mouth deeply,
and hold you against me
while your breathing slowly returns.
Because I wanted all of you.
The hunger.
The tenderness.
The filthy little sounds you tried to swallow.
And that look in your eyes afterward
when you realize
I was paying attention
the entire time.
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JUN 17
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