It is dark outside. There's a full moon tonight, hanging voluptuously low in the blue-black sky. It's the kind of moon that makes you believe anything is possible and there are no limits to having what you desire. I have been waiting for you to arrive. I pace restlessly around the house, wineglass hanging forgotten in my hand. There's a pattern now to my path. Bedroom to living room. Sit in the chair briefly. To the kitchen to look out the window of the back door. No headlights. Back to the chair to sit impatiently, fidgeting. Back into the bedroom...and over again it begins. Finally! I hear the crunching of the gravel as you pull up and park outside. My heart starts pounding and my mouth goes dry. I feel giddy. Almost light-headed. I go into the kitchen and see your lights go off. I set the wineglass down beside the sink and open the door. You make your way over to the stairs where I am waiting in the warm velvet dark.
"Hey baby." Your deep voice gives me shivers as you come up the steps towards me. I go into your arms and feel the solid warmth of your body pressed against mine. And just like that all of the stress I've been carrying for the week is gone. I take you by the hand and lead you into the bedroom, and as soon as the door is closed I am in your arms, my mouth on yours. You pick me up, never breaking contact, and I wrap my legs around you as you walk to the bed. We fall onto the bed and you are pressed against me, body to body with my legs still wrapped around you. I feel you press into me and moan softly against your mouth. I think I will die if you do not fill me up with you soon... You thrust against me again, grinding me lightly and I almost cry at the intensity of the feeling. I need you inside me right now. I fumble with your belt, and you take over, stripping quickly. You are erect and ready and you palm yourself a little as you watch me slide my bra down my shoulders. I love you watching me, and I watch the change in your eyes as I drop the bra to the floor and show you my bare breasts. I reach for the lace edge of my panties, but you stop me.
"Uh uh. I'm doing that." You tell me with an intense look on your face as you go to your knees on the floor in front of me. Pulling the lace to the side you lower your head and breathe warm air over me. My own breath catches and my entire body tenses in anticipation. Goose bumps break out over my arms and legs, and I can feel myself becoming wetter.
"Do you want me?" You ask me. I can only nod at you.
"Tell me what you want me to do to you then."
"Your mouth." I say.
"What about my mouth?" You ask. Your voice is almost a growl. My own has gone dry and I'm hoarse when I answer.
