This is, no question, my favourite moment during sex. I lie naked on my back in our bed, legs spread wide, your lips planting kisses as they inch upwards along the soft, milky skin of my thighs. My trimmed, sopping cunt is all for you, waiting for you, and all you need to do is claim it.
It started downstairs, a rainy midweek evening with little to do. We're laid on the sofa together, watching a film that a friend had recommended, but which turns out to be dull and uninspired. So it's a surprise, but also a relief to me, when I sense your hand very gently start to snake under my top and up my side. You're exploring, more enquiring than demanding, but the touch is welcome.
I lean back into you, giving my assent, and the hand continues. Once I feel your hot breath on the back of my neck I'm quickly passing the point of no return. I hadn't known that I wanted this tonight, but it's very clear that I do. I pull away for a moment to switch off the TV, then turn into you.
We're adults in our own home but we entangle on the sofa, kissing like teenagers whose parents have gone out for a few hours. Your tongue enters my mouth and I reciprocate, showing my willing. Your hands are still just lightly stroking my hips, you've always understood the importance of slow foreplay.
It's me that eventually breaks our position, moving myself so I can sit astride you, and feel your hardness against my sex through two pairs of jeans. I grind against you, smiling mischievously as I watch your reaction. Then I lean over and we're kissing again, more urgently this time, and you're reaching higher than before to my bra, kneading and pulling.
Few words are needed to move ourselves upstairs. I lead the way, and you give my backside a gentle, playful spank as we climb. Inside the bedroom I wrap my arms up around your neck - you're several inches taller than me - and we kiss again while you explore my body some more.
