Her smile entered the room as the door slammed shut. A little, undisciplined smile, appeared across my face before I commanded it to disappear. I know what I'm good at, I know what you need, which is why I knew to let that little smile appear. You’re you, seductive, sexually vibrant, aware, with such a cute smile hiding whatever thoughts that roam within that mind of yours. Of course, it took someone to bring this out of you, someone that understood what your mind wanted to say, someone just like me.
Dressed to impress, my eyes roaming across everything you have, I notice that you’re wearing my favourite outfit and shoes. Not too naughty, a lot of fun, with just the right amount of tease to bring all of my thoughts to the front of my fingertips. I'm not saying that I'm an unscrupulous person but, yeah, that’s what I'm saying.
Unprincipled, promiscuous, thinking and doing all of those things your Mother warned you about. Life is short, with most moments event shorter, so I need to know that you’re on the same wavelength. “Hey you,” you say with those red lips of yours, knowing exactly what and where those lips should be. You’re showing some skin, as usual, those legs of yours, being all smooth and tempting. I don’t want to lick my lips, as my wishful tongue is best suited to other tasks, but I do so anyway. Hungry, eager, in all matters of you.
As you come closer, close enough to breath you into me, your hot breath exhales the obvious desire and need. You whisper softly that you’re all mine, for the next few hours, but is that really ever enough? If you play with me then that’s all you’ll get. If you play with my mind then I’ll insist on the tease lasting for days, weeks, all the nights, until we can’t take another step. I've been aching, to be near you, for the longest time, needing more than the words on your lips or page. The tension, the need, to write my name all over you again and again. There’s no principle worth upholding when you’re this close.
You know that I'm devious, almost corrupt, but if that’s what it takes to reach the heights of life, with you, then that’s where I'm heading. You kick off your high heels, with flats hardly being suitable for an entrance like yours, trying your best to look innocent. You know why you’re here, as my arm moves around your waist, bringing you as close as possible, making sure that you’re ready for the thirst ridden kiss that embraces the both of us. Soft lips, the soft skin pressing against mine, moving together with ease, erupts and then all hell breaks loose. Lifting you onto the side table you open your legs as I place myself between them. You squeeze around me, pulling me in, closer than I thought imaginable. The kisses coming quick and fast, heat rising as I manage to get my top off.
With one hand I wrap my fingers around a section of your blouse, brushing against your breasts. I then make sure to grasp the bra underneath and with one quick movement, while you lift your arms, your top and bra are removed only to be thrown across the room. It must have hurt, just a little, but that’s okay as I’ll kiss it better for you. My lips move to your neck as I glancingly brush your chest. The absolute hunger envelops the both of us. Biting my neck, as I move my lips to kiss between your breasts, I stop. For a moment, taking in the second of mild painful pleasure, I bring my eyes to yours, smiling, possibly trying to see into your hunger, maybe your thoughts, but either way that doesn't last for long as I, in return, bite your shoulder.
Pushing me away, hopping from the side table, un-zipping your short skirt, you lift your leg and push me onto the bed. I, however, have other plans. I grab that leg of yours, running my hand up the underside while softly using the tip of my tongue along the top. You stop me as I reach the end of your leg which, of course, only makes me want you more. With both of us smiling, feeling the adrenaline rushing we again feel each other’s lipstick stained lips. Breathing becoming shallow, a different kind of heat, wanton, a needing exhalation, grasping to breath each other’s desire into ourselves.
If I could bath in your beauty, if I could grasp that part of your mind that wants me, I’d surely wrap myself around you and never let go. There’ s sex, there’s desire, then there’s you. I don’t want to touch if it doesn't feel real. Yeah, she knows, that I don’t normally give a flying f*** for most things, but once connected, I'm going all the way again and again and again. You are, more importantly, invited along for every, single, ride.