"I think you know what I'm up to", my grin silently responds, as I kiss you again, slowly trailing down from your lips, biting them, then your chin, then along your jaw to that fun spot where your jaw meets your neck.
I stop here, long enough to ask you, "what did you dream about?" You start to answer but the first syllable turns into an exhalation as I cut you off by sucking on that spot on your neck. That wonderful spot halfway between your ear and your shoulder. I'll never know what you were going to say. But I'm ok with that. I love interrupting your thoughts.
My sucking turns slowly to biting. Your breathing turns to moaning. My hands are not idle. They cup your breasts and tweak your nipples. I know you're starting to get wet. My dick draws himself to attention and begins pressing against your hip. I kiss and nibble my way down your neck, your shoulder, your collarbone, the top of your breast. The left one. My hands are still tweaking and pinching your nipples. I replace the hand on your left nipple with my tongue, flicking it. I know this drives you crazy, but you're mine, and you'll have to put up with a little torture.
You writhe and moan, unable to decide if you want to get away, or if you want me to intensify my efforts. I climb on top of you to switch to your right breast. You briefly fight me, trying to stop me from getting between your thighs, your stubbornness instinctive. But I'm stronger than you. I take my place between your legs and the head of my dick briefly brushes your clit and slides down the lips of your cunt as I do, ending your struggling. I slide down to take your right nipple into my mouth. I'm gentler with this one at first. Just sucking and gently flicking with my tongue. But my teeth make contact with it, softly at first, then harder. Biting you as you arch your back, once gain unable to decide if you want more or less. But the choice isn't yours. Not right now. I continue this as I find that fine line between pain and pleasure that you love so much. I straddle that line for a short while, then keep moving southwards, ignoring your moan of disappointment.
I've made my way to your right hip sucking and biting all the way then I move across the smooth brown plain of you stomach, kissing my way down the top of your pubes, every once in a while sneaking a glimpse upwards at your face between the valley of your breasts. I kiss my way further south, through the delta of your pubes until I finally get to the top of your clit. I gently brush my lips across it as I pass it because I want to taste your cunt. That first taste always reminds me of strawberries which is weird because pussy is supposed to taste like pussy, not strawberries. But the first taste always reminds me of strawberries. I smile into your bush, amused at the fact that I literally have a woman whose pussy tastes sweet. But the humour passes and the lust returns.
