Cold Night - Warm Fantasy

I'm feeling needy... I want...The cold makes me crave warmth, comfort, softness...lips, fingertips, your fingertips, I want your touch... brushing over my belly... down my thighs, over my feet, back up the inside of my legs.... slowing to caress my clit. Just a little, just a tease... mmmm you slow down, just a second and let me rub against you... mmmmm, yes.

Your fingers continue into my hair, pressing your palm into my mons my arousal heightens; my skin prickles head to toe with delicious sensation and anticipation.

Leaning down over my body you put your beautiful hands on my hips and squeeze firmly into the giving flesh. Releasing me before I am ready, your hands travel to my belly… you nose into the soft skin just above my mons… kissing and nipping, a little tongue, a little teeth. A passionate moan escapes me and I squirm under you… silently asking you for more.

But this is a game, a lover’s game and I’m not allowed to reach out for you. I can touch… just not with my hands. Not until….???

You press your face into my body; warm, soft, generous… my curves love your touch, your attention… in your bed, through your eyes, under your body… mine feels beautiful, sexy, worthy.

Your sensual explorations continue with a soft kiss, a not so soft nip… your warm breath on my skin a caress of it own. Having moved slowly up my body, you stop at my breasts.

Mmmmm… you cup one in each hand, holding my warm aching flesh you test their weight and resiliency with a firm squeeze. Pressing them together, my nipples touching each other, you rub your lips over them… back and forth, back and forth… gently at first – then with more urgency. Your lips part and you use your teeth… aaaaahhhh… it is exquisite the way you enjoy my body.

Equally exquisite is the way my body… enjoys you.

My nipples rise to your mouth, blood is rushing into my breasts; they become fuller, firmer, and more sensitive with each lick. I look down and watch you suckle and squeeze, dive and devour.

You’ve yet to touch my pussy in earnest… I’ve yet to taste the succulence of your mouth – but already, I can feel the wet trickling from deep inside me.

I’m going to need you soon… I’m going to need to touch you with my hands, my mouth. I need to suckle as well… I need to feel your beautiful dick fill my mouth, feel it slide to the back of my throat. I want to hear your moans of pleasure and feel your body jerk against mine with release.

On nights like this I get to wanting and needing… so badly - it’s hard to stop the fantasies in my mind… so I don’t even try.