(This is a continuation of "What I Am About To Do".)
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Would you let me kiss you, still tasting of your come? Would you still suck on my tongue, nibble on my lips, smile through our kisses in delirious afterglow? I hope so. As much as pleasure as I take from licking your sweet cunt, it does not compare to the joy that comes from the persistent passion of kissing. The feel of your tongue sliding against mine, the soft groans we can't help making, the sense of your happy hands pulling at my clothes -- obviously you want what I want: our flesh touching directly as much as we can.
I want to revel in your naked flesh as it appears, tasting you, gently sucking and nibbling each exposed bit of you as it is revealed. Yet I doubt we could be that patient, so eager we are to see each other. Staring into your eyes my hands cup your breasts; I want to read your face as I gently knead and caress them. Would you react at my palms gently stroke your nipples? Perhaps you'd bite your lip and look up at me with sexy yearning as I twist them just a bit.