...I imagine spending some time with you. The tension would be high because you know that I want to make love with you... and I know that you know. It would be a couple of hours of nervous conversation, that we both know would end it what's been building for months now.
I picture following you up the stairs to my bedroom, neither of us saying a word. We make the turn at the top of the stairs into my bedroom and you stop as I move behind you. I lean close to you from behind, my head bending forward, smelling your hair... My fingers move to your hair and gently pull it aside, letting my lips find your neck. I kiss your neck and hear a slight breath escape from your lips.
My hands move to your shoulders and rest there for a moment as my chest presses into your back. My hands move down your arms, my palms cupping the sides of them as they travel further down. I pull you back into me, the full lengths of our bodies pressing together. I feel your ass pressed against my cock... and a breath escapes my lips.
I move my hands around to the front, and hold them against your belly... then begin to move them upward. I can feel your ribs as my hands move higher... and higher. I feel the swell of the outside of your breasts, then my hands move inward... cupping both breasts in my hands and pulling you tighter to my body.
Your head leans back onto my shoulder as I kiss your neck, my hands gently lifting and squeezing your breasts... I love how they feel in my hands.
You turn to face me. We kiss... gently at first, then with more passion. My hands move down your back and onto your ass. Like your breasts, my hands gently squeeze your ass, pulling you into me. My cock presses against your tummy and I begin to harden against you..
I move my hands up slightly... and take the hem of your shirt between my fingers. Slowly, I pull upwards... exposing the skin on your back to the coo air. We part slightly, and you raise your arms. I pull your shirt up and off. You step back a step, allowing me to see you standing there in your jeans and black bra. My eyes travel from your eyes, down over your lips, to your neck, then to your breasts covered by the bra.
Our eyes lock again, and you reach behind you... and unclasp your bra. I watch as it falls off your arms, and down to the floor. Your perfect breasts are fully exposed to my eyes for the first time. A deep sigh escapes me as I take in the sight. So beautiful... the shape, the soft skin... and the perfect brown nipples.
Without touching you anywhere else, I bend forward and my tongue quickly flicks across one nipple. Then my lips press against it, gently kissing. My lips part as I take your nipple between them... gently sucking as my tongue flicks across it.
I kneel down in front of you. My hands move to your breasts as I look up into your eyes. Gently, firmly I touch your breasts. Watching the way the skin moves beneath my hands and fingers. Slowly my hands begin to move downward. Just the finger tips touching your skin. Moving lower, you can feel my fingertips teasing your tummy. You giggle as I reach a ticklish spot.