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If You Were Here
If you were here
now, this is how I would make love to you...
I would bring
you into my room, the small and ugly room I live in
here, bring you inside and lock the door. I would take your
clothes from
your body; not slowly, not even romantically, but with the urgency
of need.
With the curtains closed, I would blindfold you and tie your
hands and feet
to the bed struts. This bed is so narrow there is no room for
two to move,
and it is scarcely long enough for your height, but I place cushions
under
your heels to make you comfortable and put a second pillow under
your thighs.
I do not even
remove my own clothes, yet. I am afraid that without
my clothes I would lose all control and make love to you immediately.
But
time has been too long for that, time far too long without you.
I want to
savour your body as long as possible, before you experience mine.
Instead, I straddle
your chest with my half-clothed legs, my body
facing away from you as I admire your penis. Your skin is so
soft, and the
flesh so firm underneath, I could touch you this way for hours.
Sometimes I
forget what that can do, what it is like to have someone caress
you there
slowly, so slowly.
I run my forefinger
around the top of your penis. I like this part
of you, the colour and feel of the skin, the pattern of your
veins. I stroke
with one finger the underside of your cock, following the ridge
of loose skin
at the top, down, tracing your veins, to your balls. They are
tight already.
I cup your balls in one hand and stroke them with my thumb, then
let go and
run my palm across them, following lightly with my fingers.
I stroke your
inner thighs with my other hand. A tiny drop of moisture emerges
at the tip
of your penis. I touch it with my forefinger and spread your
fluid over your
glans. Then I bend to kiss you where I have spread it. You
can feel what I
am doing before I have done it, and push up with your thighs.
You are aching
in the same way that I am aching. I can feel the heat in your
flesh, and the
tension in mine. My cunt is tightening. I want you inside me.
I take my hands
from your groin and place them on my thighs. From
here I can bend down a little and blow a stream of air onto your
skin, the way
I know it arouses you. Your penis jumps. I bend further, far
enough that my
breasts hang either side of your penis, and draw my fingers lightly
over your
legs, from your calves up to your inner thighs, almost to your
balls, then stop
short and begin again, stretching myself to full length over
your lower body
so your organs touch my chest, then drawing away with my body
as my hands again
come close to touching your penis.
I can feel how
hard your cock is. It seems harder each time my breasts
brush past it. You must be impatient with me, you must want
to be inside me
already, but you have not made a noise. I am glad the ropes
are tight. I want
to savour all of you before I take you - your smell, your taste,
the feel of
your skin, the look of you.
I bring my hands
to your balls and draw my fingertips slowly over them.
You squirm beneath me - it tickles you. I move my hands further
up and cup
them around your penis, squeezing gently at its base. Still
holding the skin
I move my hands upward, very slowly, and them down again. And
again; but this
time even slower. And again. Another drop of fluid appears
on your glans. I
lick it off carefully. It tastes of salt.
Moving my lips
down to kiss you, I have slipped back, and now my cunt
is close to your face. You lift your head and nuzzle me. I
am still clothed,
but through the cotton of my underclothes you can taste my fluid
seeping, and
you stretch out your tongue to take in more. I tremble, but
it is not time for
this.
So I tease. While
your tongue and lips still press against me, I undo
the fastenings of my skirt. I hear you breathe more quickly,
anticipating me
naked, my skin against your mouth, my juices on your skin. I
straighten and
stand up, out of your reach, and draw the skirt over my head.
I take off my
underpants, dropping them so they land on your chest. My blouse
and brassiere
I throw on the floor. Then I kneel between your legs. Here
you cannot reach
me, but I can touch you. You say something - you are disappointed,
and tense
against the ropes, but I do not answer you.
Your legs are
tied apart and now I nestle my face between them, taking
in your smell and the warmth of your skin. I reach out my tongue
and touch it
to your inner thigh, tasting the saltiness of you. I hold there
a minute then
move higher, taking in new salt, new skin. Very slowly moving
up your leg in
this way, I reach the crack between your your balls and your
groin, and here
I pause. Carefully, slowly I repeat the same process on your
opposite thigh.
This time I go on to lick your balls, running my tongue over
them from top to
bottom, until you push so hard on the ropes I am afraid you will
hurt yourself.
And at this, I
lift up and lay my body on yours, so that your erection
pushes into my soft belly. I kiss you on the mouth. Your tongue
pushes into
my mouth, hard, running over my teeth and tongue and gums, drawing
saliva from
me, for a minute or more. You will not let my tongue into your
mouth, you push
me away every time I try to enter. And your cock pushes against
my belly, so
hard, you grind into me, as far as the ropes will let you move.
It is the first
time we have kissed.
After a minute
has passed, you pull your head away as if to signal an
end. I don't want this. I want to cradle your head in my arms,
gently lick
and nibble at your ears, leave great love bites on your neck
and shoulders, and
hard teeth marks on your chest. But I let you have your way.
I lift myself
from your torso and kneel again between your legs, taking
my underclothing from where it has lain on your chest, and wrap
it around your
cock. The moisture touches your soft skin. I rub the fabric
over your cock.
Each time a drop of fluid appears at the tip, I wipe it away.
I rub faster and
faster, bringing you closer to orgasm. You are trying to hold
back. I stop. I
kiss you gently on your glans, and lick around the rim of your
cock. You push
up, wanting to be in my mouth. Briefly I allow it, letting your
cock slide into
my mouth, letting you feel the warmth of my mouth and its wetness.
Then I pull
away and again wrap the cloth around your penis. Slowly I rub
the garment over
your organ, then faster, faster, faster. Your face contorts,
you are holding
back, waiting for me to stop.
But this time
I don't stop. And when your cum shoots out, falling onto
our belly, and covering my hands, I take it and spread it over
your body and
mine. I touch it to my lips, and then I kiss you. You pull
away. I think you
are angry. You wanted to be inside me, this first time.
I lie on your
chest and feel the wetness of my cunt, and how swollen it
is with passion. Your penis is soft now. With one hand I take
and wet it with
my fluids, and with the other I gently stroke it. Then I kneel
beside the bed
and take your length in my mouth, feeling all the folds of skin
with my tongue,
one by one. I suck on it, gently then hard by turns, I push
it around my mouth
with my tongue. Gently I take it between my teeth and scrape
the soft skin. I
feel the blood rise and the tissue swell. You begin to fill
my mouth. Soon I
cannot hold you all, and I begin to lick and bite along the sides
of your penis
instead, then taking you inside my mouth briefly, moving my lips
up and down
over you. All the while my hands are playing over your balls,
or rubbing over
the base of your penis, or stroking your thighs.
I take your length
into my mouth, and now I move up and down over your
penis, flicking with my tongue as I move, gently sucking at your
flesh, still
moving my hands over you, lightly stroking your balls, or holding
the base of
your penis between finger and thumb, pulling at you as my mouth
moves. I feel
how your cock jumps - and then I slow down, release you, only
lightly touching
with one finger, or two, hold you in suspense before beginning
again, before
once again taking you in my mouth, sucking, licking, stroking,
teasing. This
goes on for a long time. My cunt is so hot, so wet. At times
I touch myself
with one hand while I am licking you, and then take my fingers
and lick them,
tasting my juices.
Now I untie the
blindfold. I kneel above your erect penis, just high
enough that our organs do not touch, and begin to masturbate.
Slowly, slowly.
At first, touching only the outer lips of my cunt, my index finger
running over
and around them, spreading the moisture spilling from me. My
lips are swollen
with blood, full and aching to be touched. Even without touching
inside them,
I am shaking at the pleasure. You are watching me. I lean back
so you can see
more easily. I drag my nails over the inside of my thighs, leaving
red marks
like arrows pointing to my cunt. Now I open my lips with both
hands, showing
you my vulva, wet and swollen and red. I touch one finger to
it and taste the
liquid - it is sweet and salty at once. There is so much of
it now that drops
of it fall on your penis. But I do not touch you. I am pleasuring
myself. I
put one, two, three fingers into my cunt and move them in and
out, reaching up
to touch the most sensitive parts. I see your penis jump, as
you see my face
contorting and my body trembling with the pleasure. You want
to touch me too,
you want to be inside me.
I fuck myself
with my fingers until I am almost ready to come, then
withdraw, and begin caressing my clitoris. Drawing liquid up
from my cunt over
this soft, sensitive skin, and moving my index finger in circles
around my clit,
I tease the skin and nerves, creating pleasure for myself, but
not too soon, not
too fast. I feel it like a welcome guest, seen from a distance,
moving closer
and closer until fully recognised, all sensation moving toward
the centre and
becoming more intense... more... more... until it breaks over
me.
When my orgasm
is over, when the wave has receded, I lift your penis
and gently touch the tip to my cunt. My moisture runs over you.
I take the
head, and move it over my lips, my clit, my cunt opening. It
feels good -
your skin is soft and smooth, it stimulates me. I lean over
you and keep on
moving your cock against my cunt, faster, until I can feel the
sensation, the
distant sensation, of another orgasm. I push the head of your
penis into my
cunt. You are breathing fast now, and with this movement you
quickly draw in
your breath, and roll your hips. You try to enter me more deeply,
but I hold
back. Only the tip of your penis is inside me, but I hold it
with my muscles,
and squeeze on it. Slowly, very slowly, I lower myself onto
you, feeling the
hardness of your erection pressing inside me. Several times
I stop, holding
you there only half-penetrating me, and press on you with my
muscles. Then I
let you enter me completely.
You draw in breath,
deeply. I push down as hard as I can, feeling the
length of you within me, feeling the warmth of your skin. Tightening
all my
muscles, I draw up away from you, until you are no longer inside
me. Then I
lower myself again, as slowly - and again, and again. I lean
forward till I
am lying over your chest, and push with my hips. You kiss me
deeply and with
passion, your eyes are closed but I can feel how near you are.
I slow down.
Then hold still, sitting upright, testing you only with my muscles,
squeezing
you with my cunt, as slowly as I can stand. Your eyes are on
me, they want
me to move, to make you come. I wait, minutes seeming like hours.
Then I move
again, slowly. And again stop. My cunt is so wet. I touch
myself with one
finger, and now the muscles contract of themselves. I look at
you and smile.
You are ready to come again and so am I. I push faster, the
tip of your cock
hits against me, deep inside. I am laughing, crying at once.
You lift your
head and bury your teeth in my neck, holding me still. You are
coming, hard.
When you let go, I lift from you and lie beside you, holding
you with one arm,
my other hand touching myself. You kiss me, again and again.
This orgasm is
slow, long, sweet...
We fall asleep,
together, my hands covering us both. |