I don't think I've
ever told you exactly how I feel when you make love to me.
Kissing you sends
shivers down my spine. Your lips pressing mine, our tongues
lightly touching at first, teasing. As the passion increases,
they dance, intertwined, playing with each other. It makes
me dizzy with desire for you.
I love the feel
of your arms around me. Of your hands caressing my back, my
arms, and my face. And I love to touch you, to feel your strong
muscles under your smooth skin. I love running my hands along
your chest, playing with your hair and making your nipples
hard. When that happens, I can't resist kissing and sucking
on them. It pleases me so when I feel you shiver from it.
I love to follow the trail of hair on your stomach with my
mouth, knowing it will lead me to a place of great pleasure.
How can I tell
you how much I love your cock? That beautiful appendage that
drives me to ecstasy. I want you to think of how I make love
to it. Softly rubbing it against my cheek. As it glides past
my lips, I kiss it. You feel my warm breath as my mouth opens
and my kisses get hot and wet. My tongue glides up and down
the shaft, getting you very wet. So wet, that as I put my
mouth on the head it just slides right in. God, I love the
feel of you in my mouth. Especially when I can feel it grow
so big and hard. As it hits the back of my throat and I give
that slight gag, (It turns you on so, though you deny it)
and you get even bigger. Relaxing allows you to slide even
further down, and I can massage the head with my throat. You
always reward me for this with a moan of pleasure, which turns
me on even more. Knowing how much I'm pleasing you excites
me, so I'm always thinking of new things to do with my mouth
to surprise and tantalize you. Like the way I tilt my head
from side to side as I glide my mouth up and down, or run
my tongue in circles around your shaft as I'm sucking. I know
how much you love that, baby. I know it with every moan you
give, with every sigh you release, and with the throbbing
I feel as I fuck you with my mouth.
Shall I tell you
what you do to me? How with nothing more than a mere look,
you cause my nipples to harden and my pussy to twitch. I find
that amazing. And when you touch me, my love, I don't think
there are words to describe the shivers I feel from the touch
of your hands. You know every centimeter of my body. You even
know exactly when and how to change the pressure of your caresses,
so you can get through my ticklish spots without tickling.
I love when you run your hands all over my body, then following
close behind with your lips. Starting at my fingers, working
your way up my arms onto my shoulders and the hollow of my
neck. That spot always gets me. You tease me by kissing me
there softly, knowing before long I'll be begging you to bite,
just a little. And you gladly oblige. My breathing deepens,
and my breasts rise higher, nipples erect, calling to you.
Not wanting to neglect them you gently knead them, squeezing
my nipples, watching them extended to their full size. This
is when I need to have you suck them, to take them into your
mouth and send sparks of desire right between my legs. You
know how much I want your mouth to chase those sparks, but
you also know how much I love a slow build up, so you tease.
You kiss your way so slowly down my stomach, inching your
way closer. You know I'm getting wetter, and still you tease.
My hips slowly push themselves toward you as my legs slowly
part with a will of their own, and still you resist my body's
pleas. You continue to drive me crazy, moving your mouth closer,
kissing my auburn curls. I know it must be difficult for you
to keep up the tease as well. With the redolence of my excitement
filling your nose and the sighs and moans of my delicious
torture filling your ears, how you can resist just diving
in I don't know, but somehow you do.
It's right about
now when I lose all my resolve. This is the point you love
to get me to, When I spread my legs, bring my hands down and
spread my lips open and beg you "Please, baby, please
eat my pussy." And this is where you can no longer hold
back. You can't resist that pussy spread wide, wet and glistening
with my clit swollen and hard. You know my begging is genuine,
because you can see my tunnel expand and contract, throbbing
with desire. I need your mouth on my clit. I need you to just
engulf and devour it. And you need to taste it as well, so
starting at my ass; you slowly lick up to my clit. My moan
and shudder is all the encouragement you need. Your lips cover
my clit and you suck and nibble and do the most delicious
things to me with your tongue. I always try to figure out
exactly what it is your tongue is doing, but then I just get
caught up in the feeling and let my mind take a back seat
to my body.
The orgasm begins.
My nipples are hard, my pussy tingling. My brain is just swimming
from the pleasure my body is receiving. As you hit my favorite
spots, I let you know. "Yes baby, right there."
My voice, breathy and hoarse with excitement, begs you to
go on. "Oh God baby, it feels sooo good." My moans
get louder. I've been holding back to prolong the buildup,
but I no longer have control. Legs trembling, hips pushing
themselves hard into your face, I need to cum. I need the
release. I reach down and spread my pussy open as far as I
can, giving you maximum access to my hard, aching clit. "Suck
it...Suck my clit." Your sucking increases, my body tenses
and the river begins to flow. That wonderfully sensitive "G-spot"
of mine does it's thing and my juices squirt out like a geyser.
Stream after stream of my sweet nectar ejaculates from my
pussy. The more you suck, the more I cum. A perpetuating climax.
You know there is no way you can drink it all, but you sure
try like hell. Finally, I feel I can cum no more, I beg you
to stop.
My love, you have
made me feel so marvelous, so incredibly loved that I pull
you up and kiss you with all the passion you have instilled
in me. I love tasting myself on you, and embrace your tongue
in my mouth.
I love the feel
of you on top of me. Your chest soaked with my passion, your
hardness pressing against me. The sweet sounds of "T'amo,
Amore Mia." Whispering in my ear. My legs wrap around
your waist, encouraging you to enter. Knowing that I'm still
very swollen inside, you take your time, savoring the exquisite
tightness. My body has not had a chance to calm down and before
you're all the way in, I cum again. Not violently, like before,
but softly, sweetly, holding you tight as my body shivers.
How do I describe
the feeling of having you inside me? Your cock being as large
as it is, fills me so that I can discern every vein as they
rub against my inner walls. How I love contracting my muscles
around you and squeezing you so tight that you sometimes can't
move. Or at times when I squeeze and inadvertently push you
out. (Maybe I need to cut down on those Kliegle exercises
just a tad.) Though you always manage to get right back in,
exciting me with long deliberate strokes. Teasing me by just
putting the head in a few times and then quickly, without
warning drive it home, causing me to cry out in delight. Gradually,
your strokes get faster and harder and that's when I can't
get enough. That's when I throw my legs up on your shoulders
and grind my hips in circles, meeting your every thrust. Or
I'll grab my ankles and pull my feet back to my own shoulders
to allow you to penetrate me as deeply as possible.
And there are still
times my darling, when even that is not enough. The times
when I need you to ram your cock into me, to fuck me hard,
animalistically. Getting on my hands and knees lets you know
that. My ass is perched up high, my pussy wet and inviting
as you fuck me with everything you've got, causing me to cry
out and grab the sheet with each hand. As I cum over and over
again, I once more flood the bed. Well, to be honest, the
bed the floor, your balls, your legs, my legs...let's face
it anything that's relatively close. "More." I beg
you. "Fuck me...Fuck my pussy hard!" I entreat you.
And you oblige.
As much as I'm
enjoying this and as many times as I have cum, I still await
my greatest pleasure. That, my love, is when I feel the throbbing
of your cock. I know when you're getting close, for my pussy
stretches as you grow inside me, pulsing, getting ready to
fill me. That, to me, is my favorite reward. When you pull
my ass up against you, your entire body tenses and becomes
still, and all I can feel is your cock swelling and contracting.
Filling me with your hot cum. I love squeezing every drop
out of you...Milking you until you become so sensitive that
you hold me perfectly still. Calming yourself as you lean
down and kiss my back and shoulders. There are times you know
when I can't resist being the little imp that I am and giving
you one last squeeze, just to hear you gasp. Then slowly,
you vacate your hot, vice-like environment, and leave me to
collapse on the bed.
So there you have
it my darling, what I love most about making love to you.
I realize that this doesn't begin to cover the variations
on a theme that we've experienced over the years, but the
sentiment and the feelings are always the same. I am as desirous
of you now as the first night we spent together. I have not
grown complacent over the years. If anything we've had a long
time to learn every little nuance about each other's bodies
and still delight in discovering new things to make each other
squirm with pleasure. You are an extraordinary lover who,
like the finest wine, improves with age.
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