Thursday, February 17, 2005
And you're kissing and biting my throat, sliding your hand under my thigh. I bend my knee, and you reach just a bit farther and grab my ass.
Oh, my God, I can't wait. But you know... you always do, and you put your hand over mine, slowing me down, bringing me back from the brink. I make some sound of protest, maybe a moan, perhaps a whimper, I couldn't begin to describe it.
Again, you silence me with your lips, kissing me while you continue to rub, varying the speed, the pressure of your hand on mine. I lift my hips, straining toward our fingers, willing you inside me. I look up, and see you watching me, changing your movements as I react, keeping me *this* close, backing off when you see my expression change, adding or subtracting pressure and speed, keeping me exactly where you want me, completely at your mercy.
Oh, my God, I can't wait. But you know... you always do, and you put your hand over mine, slowing me down, bringing me back from the brink. I make some sound of protest, maybe a moan, perhaps a whimper, I couldn't begin to describe it.
Again, you silence me with your lips, kissing me while you continue to rub, varying the speed, the pressure of your hand on mine. I lift my hips, straining toward our fingers, willing you inside me. I look up, and see you watching me, changing your movements as I react, keeping me *this* close, backing off when you see my expression change, adding or subtracting pressure and speed, keeping me exactly where you want me, completely at your mercy.
