I see you. I feel you. I feel your legs over mine, on mine. I feel your fingers, your hand down there, between my legs, middle finger inside me, the thumb starts massaging the button. I'm all in this feeling..
Your left hand caresses my breasts, the right one, the left one, the right one.. my nipples are so stony hard, they bustle into your palm, roughly, scratchily gliding over its surface, as if wanting more, more than they're getting now..
I shiver with this inner desire, to feel you inside me, with all the walls there, to wrap, to experience you.
And you suddenly take your hand away, and hug me down there with your mouth. It is such a pleasure!! I say "yes, yes, that's what I wanted!" & I mean it, but inside, still, there is that desire, to feel you with all my inner muscles.
My vagina calls you, calls to you, and even though we both feel rich, long-desired, manifested, brought-to-this-moment pleasure (the word 'enjoying' is too weak for what we feel.. we eat, we drink this sharp rich pleasure),
we both long for this deep contact, when I feel you, you feel me, you fill me with yourself, we feel each other fully, intensively. Yes, that's the word for that oral pleasure above: intense.
