We've been on this bed together, fully clothed, for what seems like hours now. The intensity and passion of our kisses has grown to near-frenzied groping; I can feel the damp heat of you through your pants, and there is no question you know exactly how hard you've made me. You turn me on so. It has taken every bit of self-restraint I possess to keep me from shredding your clothes and devouring your flesh in my eager mouth. But darling, I can wait no longer. I need to make you come on my tongue. Need feels like such a small word for what must happen now, the intimacy we are to undergo, my hands grasping your ass, my tongue flicking at you, as you buck against my face in a mad rush.
But first, my dear, I want you to hear exactly what is about to happen to you. Allow me this brief interlude to explain how I am going to make you come on my tongue.
First and foremost, I must remove your pants, so you will be rolled onto your back as I sit upright. Staring into your eyes, a slight smile on my lips, I will unbutton your jeans and draw the zipper down. The touch of my fingers to your waist is electricity, and I am tempted to dive forward and nuzzle your side. But I resist, and instead I shall slowly draw your pants down your legs, tracing your delicious skin with my fingers as I do so. You are so sexy as you shift your body to allow your legs to be freed. I am still staring you in the eyes and your nervous grin makes my heart beat faster.
I will spend quite a bit of time stroking your legs. Your bare flesh is at my disposal and I want to touch it all, soak you up through the pads of my fingers, watching you squirm as I brush them against your inner thighs. The way you bite your lip as the goosebumps appear may make me want to abandon my teasing plans, but this can't be rushed. Already I will be needing to taste your skin, to feel your calf on my cheek; my eyes might droop closed as I caress my face against your leg, brushing my lips against you, my tongue slipping out so briefly. My hands will continue to stroke your calves, every now and then stopping to briefly squeeze, a quick burst of intensity among the soft touches, letting you know how tough it is not to simply rush at you and hold your entire body against mine. I can see by the way your hands are clenching at the sheets that you feel the same way.