Initimate Moments

Our lips mesh in a battle of lip sucking

dueling tongues

My hands cradle your head

Your hands draw my hips closer to you

but wait without the comfort of space you

grab my hair tilting my head slowly

exposing my neck

with a swiping lick you begin to slowly make

little bites down my neck

A hand grabs my breast

You pinch a nipple

I trail my nails down your back

legs wrapped around your hips

I take my hand and release you from your contained jeans

Rubbing you against my dewey center

Only for you I wear a skirt rocking no panties

sleek and wet

ready for you to spread me open as you thrust

slowly building our throbbing ache to a mutual

exhausting climatic finish