Slow. Hand.

I love the way you have learned my ways.  I have watched you watch me.  I have heard you hear me.  You get it.  You are practiced in the art of pleasure.  We arrived here together.  You know?

We start with a kiss.  Our tongues lick and suck in unison.  I just get lost in the moments with you now.  I close my eyes so I can feel the connection go deeper.  It is the epitome of soft and hard, push and pull, give and take.  I think this is how it is meant to be.

You take my face in your hands making my knees buckle.  There is something so fucking manly about that.  It is the gentleness of the action with the firmness of desire and it gets me every time.  I ache for more.  Your cock is so hard and wet while it waits for my touch, my mouth, my cunt.  Patience.

Sometimes I look at your face while I feed your cock down my throat, your eyes are closed and you are allowing the feeling to envelop you.  I want to inhabit all of your senses.  I listen to your breathing and watch your heart beating underneath your ribs.  I love having this effect on your mind and body.

I feel your breath between my legs.  It feels so soft and warm and wet and wild all the same time.  I take the attention while you lap me up.  The scent of us fills the room.  Desire.  Passion.  Lust.  I want to scream with the sheer joy of it all.  I am going to gush.

Intimacy has arrived.