His Writing Has Me Feeling Things. 🥵🤌

His writing has me feeling things. 🥵🤌

After a long day, you get to come home finally. You’ve been squirmy all night, ready to be touched. You want touched, kissed, and to be fucked and tasted. Truth is…I’ve been waiting for you, too. It’s dark in the house. Candles are lit and their scent reaches your nose. The scent and the dim, flickering light relaxes you.

You take a few steps forward, wondering where I might be. You take a deep breath, wondering.

“I’ve been waiting for you, beautiful,” you hear from behind you. My arms slip around you, hugging you from behind. I kiss you on the cheek. Then down back to where your neck reaches to your ears.

I place kisses there as well, then dot them along your jaw. With one hand I turn your face toward me and capture your lips with mine. Soft at first, gentle. My tongue reaches out to yours and soon I can feel that fire within you growing.

My other hand roams about, gently touching you outside your clothes. I mold my body against yours, and you feel me close behind you. My arms pull you tight as the kiss becomes stronger, more passionate. I can feel the need in you.

One hand skirts across your chest and down. You push back, your butt wiggling against me. You must feel how hard I am against you. You whimper in need.

“Mmmm. I’ve missed you. Your little giggles. Your scent,” I say, breathing in deeply against your neck where it meets your shoulder. Then exhaling. The feel of it makes you sigh.“Your taste,” I say, kissing along your collarbone. With a moan, I punctuate, “your sounds.”

I watch your shadow dance along the wall, wavering in the candlelight. I know you’ve been stressed today, so my hands move up to your shoulders, kneading lightly, then softly massaging, dancing across your back. Up and down. I listen to your breathing. After a few moments, I lift your shirt up. The expanse of your back is exposed to me. Soon, you anticipate, all of you will be. I move your hair to the side. I kiss the back of your neck.I lift the shirt up and off your shoulders.

My hands roam across your sides, skirting up front. Wandering close to your breast. To tease, I run one hand across it, the thumb trailing ever so slow across your nipple. Then they resume their dance. My hands skirt the hem of your pants, and you move, trying to encourage them to stray lower.

Meanwhile, my lips capture your ears. Licking gently across your lobe before kissing hard against your neck. I can feel the effect it has on you.

I pull you close against me by your hips and buck forward, eager to feel your skin against mine.

My hands are in your hair. I love the feel of it in my hands. Fingers snaking through it, massaging your scalp. Calming you. You know you’re safe in my hands. Well…safe from danger. I may torture you a bit. Teasing, tantalizing torture…

A finger traces your jawline, then up to your lips. Courting the contours of those luscious, kissing curves. Your lips part, inviting me in. The finger lingers, touching your tongue gently. You nurse it, suckling lightly. You can hear my moan as you feel it against your shoulder. My mouth there, sighing, then licking.

I trail that finger down, leaving your mouth pouting and wanting more. The slick fingertip finds your breast, circling, then closing in on your nipple. It stiffens almost immediately. Your back arches and at the same time, my teeth trail lightly across your neck.

Another deep breath from both of us. “Your shadow looks so good there, writhing on the walls. The floors. Almost as good as you would.” With a light pinch, I can almost feel the sensation running through your body.

Curious, I reach low, caressing across your chest, down across your stomach, and descend beneath the hem of the only barrier between us. My hand moves slow. I can feel you press forward, eager to feel me touch you.

I do.

My fingers crawl to you. Feeling the heat as they barely touch your mound. Then lower, as they skirt across your lips, touching the silky smooth center.

“Mmm,” I moan. “You’re so wet.” Your moans signal your surprise. You didn’t think I’d touch you. Not so soon.

But your torture…has just begun….