Saturday, January 01, 2005
You adjust your position in the seat, giving me easier access to the button and the zipper. I open your pants, reach inside and free you from what has become a very restrictive spot.
I glance up at your face, and you stroke my hair. I smile, and go back to kissing you. Your skin is so soft, and you feel so warm and smooth on my lips. You smell so good.
I need to taste you, to feel your skin against my tongue. To take you inside me. I start near the zipper, running my tongue the length of your shaft, tasting you. Loving the way you respond. I reach the top, and can't keep from kissing you again and again, licking around the head, feeling the weight of you on my lips, sucking just the tip inside.
I glance up at your face, and you stroke my hair. I smile, and go back to kissing you. Your skin is so soft, and you feel so warm and smooth on my lips. You smell so good.
I need to taste you, to feel your skin against my tongue. To take you inside me. I start near the zipper, running my tongue the length of your shaft, tasting you. Loving the way you respond. I reach the top, and can't keep from kissing you again and again, licking around the head, feeling the weight of you on my lips, sucking just the tip inside.
