One Question

(formerly posted as "...It Brushes My...")

"...Do you want me? Do yo want me inside?..."
Nuzzling the question into my ear and neck
It brushes my cheek...
His beard brushes my cheek...
It brushes my neck
Shy but hungry kisses makes the heart of my womanhood swell
Her lips pouting and wet
(Inhale) I smell the arousal of your sex
The static between us is as thick as your ragged breathing as our bodies move very little, drawn to one another like polar opposites beyond will
Very subtly, the still pressure from the contact of our bodies touching chest to chest, stomach to stomach, then pelvis to pelvis evolves into a half grind through clothing
Your hands feeling their way to my waist above the hips, squeezing, which is echoed in the contractions of my vagina
I love the smell of your breath during our kiss, your passion is a sticky sweetness I try to suck earnestly from your beautiful lips
Those wonderful fingers (play your beat on me) sprawl themselves upon the nakedness of my back, my locks seducing the backs of your hands who find their home within its small- sending current through my spine and my blood has turned to wine
Those shy kisses evolve into the thirst of a man dehydrated, seeking the replenishing water that only my lips can provide
The thickness of your presence and the girth of your boldness matched by the steel resolve found below your waist is ringing my bell and were still dressed...
Massaging delicate circles up my back until your fingers are entangled in the harvest of my head, which you use to manipulate me like your puppet to draw it back slowly until I am staring at the ceiling and nothing, leaving my neck vulnerable and consenting
Burning a trail from neck to ear, you ask that question you already know the answer to, each syllable of each word a step lifting me higher onto the precipice I will eventually fall over
The moistness of my lips and the moistness of my lips as I lick and kiss your earlobe is the only response suitable, for should my voice be used it would blur the smoothness of the polished and patient Lover I am trying to be,
For your touch and energy has me ready to tumble into spontaneous orgasm without contact
My tongue traces a light path stamped by tiny passionate bites and sucks from your neck to your earlobe, illiciting a moan from your lips
Your masculine instinctual response threatens to undo me
But not yet, I'm so wet, and yet we remain dressed
I can't breathe- the threat of asphyxiation from desire,
My heart is pounding and I don't think I can restrain the moan building in my throat, dangling by the mercy of your fingers pinching hardened nipples through silk
...It brushes my cheek,
His beard brushes my neck as he traces a new path to my nipple, opening the buttons of my silk blouse with the dexterity of a professional lover, so seamless it appeared as if it were pure will and no action
Your tongue a run away thief at dusk
Stealing my sanity, replacing it with phantom kisses and thrusts in places you haven't touched
Its pain riddled in pleasure in all the places I want you to stroke all at once- my body demands it
The intensity of your kisses begin to reveal your raw nature
Passionately branding my lips which will forever cherish its scars
Such pleasure~
Then you pull back, denying me your lips to smile slyly; naughtily, that wicked one corner grin and a deep chuckle
To ask me again, what you already know the answer to
You lean hard against me, my back against the cool surface of glass, its temperature partnering with the fire from your bare chest and warm fingers that have journeyed south in earnest search of the answer to your question...
Your inquiries have returned a resounding "Yes", its proof found pouting and wet, inviting you to test a rhythmic theory
Damn, you make some delicious noises as my hands release all your glory, my thumb rolling over the tip of your head made smooth from a trickling pearl of anticipation; it excites me that I excite you
And I'm coming undone as the smell of your sex and desire again threaten to cast me into a sea of orgasmic thrashes without contact- fondle and fucking my mind by asking me one more time...
Still not willing to commission my voice, I nod my head instead, to which you whisper "...I don't believe you..." allowing my skirt to fall to the floor as you lift me onto your shoulders and place my back against the wall
Gentle licks, kisses and suction snatch an immediate eruption and convulsion from my body, and undeniable "Yesssssssssss" drawn out in key E....
Epileptic orgasm tremors rock my body as you continue to suck nectar from me
until your tongue is replaced with the girth of your masculinity, each thrust sending lightning through my veins and seizures that cause me to grip tight as I ride you back until you expand and release inside me
So hot and so hard you come that you have broken my name into four syllables as you surrender to your climax while my contractions siphon you soft...

It brushes my neck...
His beard brushes my cheek
As he whispers to me "...Do you want me? Do you want me inside?....


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