feeding you…

My fingers find their way to your mouth. You open for me and let me in. Tentatively… no, gently, I enter: one finger at first. Your tongue: warm and intelligent, dances with my curious skin. We listen to the music of our breath, and soon the tempo of my heartbeat pushes me deeper. I can taste you. I can taste the pleasure between us.

I moan.
You sigh most deliciously.

I could stay here forever, with my breasts resting snug against your chest, your hands lightly holding my hips. Our lips barely touch. We are so close together… all we are is breath. My fingers deftly trace and mark my need; my gasps become the sound of our shared desire. Your warm, moist, hungry mouth tugs and I arch as your confident hands pull my wet closer. Yes, my wet – you can taste it through my fingers and now we both moan.

Your soft tongue wrapped around my finger is naked…

feeding him

Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

2 Responses to “feeding you…”

  1. Beatnik du Jour March 8, 2013 at 2:55 pm #

    Love this line: “all we are is breath” …of course the rest is a very nice sentiment as well.

    • secretthots March 8, 2013 at 3:12 pm #

      Thanks for saying so. 🙂 It’s hard to shape viscerality (if I can say it that way) so, I feel blessed when words cooperate and feelings, sense… even multiple sensations can be revealed.

Leave a Reply


Get every new post delivered to your Inbox

Join other followers:

%d bloggers like this: