Sweetie! I had a dream. It got me so taunted baby, that by the time I woke up, I not just wanted, but needed you...
It was all light and shadows, soft and rough, and tender and urgent, at the same time.
I remember I was in boots. :) As soon as we crossed the door, you pressed me against the wall, and looked at me. Your gaze burned into me, and that's when I realized I hadn't seen you in ages. Or been this close to you.. Tracing your neck, my hands go up to your hair, the softness I crave so much, giving me the warmth I need. All of a sudden, my hands tighten in your hair, and I pull you closer, and cover your mouth with mine. Your lips feel like fire on mine, it's like we're devouring each other, to make up for the tastes that we've missed. Your hands travel over the contours of my body, over the silken dress, and you take my thigh, and curve it around yours, my dress hitching up. I can feel your hardness, so close, but for the moment, it's all I can do to keep that last trembling thread of control from snapping, while kissing you.
The kisses trail over my neck, and even lower, when, with a slight groan, you bury your face in my cleavage.. I have a sudden desire to feel you against me, to let go of all pretenses, to just be, You and Me.. Your shirt's off in a matter of seconds, and you stay my hand, when it strayed towards your jeans. Your one finger travels down my breast, and feels a raised nub, clear through the satin. Questioningly you slide one strap of my dress over my shoulder, and then realize I'm not wearing a bra underneath. I smile shyly, but to taunt you more, I move from side to side, to let you see the sway below my dress, the smooth movement, the jiggling. Another slight moan I hear, and my own height of awareness is increased.. My leg still curved around you, me pressed between you and the wall, you thrust. At the contact, I gasp. Your hands travel to my hips, to hold me tight, and as you reach the edge of my dress, you can't feel any fabric underneath. Your eyes widen with the realization, and with that, I slide your jeans down. As I look at Lambu, straining across your fabric, my last shred of control snaps, and giving you a deep kiss, I lick a trail down your body..