I find you waiting for me, baby.
Leaning against a white granite sink, you look like a masterpiece carved from stone.
Thick and ready in those grey shorts that always get me going.
A greeting that makes my belly burn.
A promise. A command to come closer.
I blink and without another word accede to your request.
Sure, steady hands on hips, you switch our places and press me against the vanity.
Eye-to-eye – never breaking contact – your eyes hold the fire beginning to rage within us both.
Shoes in your hands, one by one, in a dance so sensual all I want is for you to end this torture.
And touch me where I need you most – where my desire throbs in time to my heartbeat.
Quicker and quicker, like a hummingbird, I’m so close already and you’ve barely touched me.
Why won’t you touch me where I need you?
Gentle touches that spread heat to every corner of my body.
Pull me tight against you with a growl that makes me wet and needy.
Weak in the knees and short of breath.
Your lips and tongue on my warmed skin, tasting the salt of sweat left behind.
You know all of the spots I keep secret from everyone but you.
The places that only you can make burn to a cinder.
While you press against me, unable or unwilling to hide the desire I stir in you.
But I don’t care because I cherish the knowledge that I affect you so.
Even in my disheveled state, I sigh, feeling you assault me from all fronts.
Lips and tongue, fingers gentle but sure, a hitched breath that makes me shiver.
Kisses along my throat, fingers sliding the straps of my top down.
Lips and tongue soothe the grooves of fabric left behind, making me whisper your name in reverence.
Growl of unadulterated lust as the shadow of cleavage is bared to your eyes.
I fist your soft hair in my hands, kissing the top of your head as you drown yourself within…