The Connection [MF] [mast]

A soft sigh, half-nose half-throat, reaches me as my eyes feast on you. The clear line of muscle in your forearm that keeps your hand pressed firmly between your legs. I wonder why you remain like this, almost frozen in this pose, but then my mind wanders once more. “Open your legs,” I whisper, and sure enough, your knees rise and your thighs part.

I think of what I might do…that I might kneel on the floor at the end of the bed and lean forward between your legs and breathe on you, my lips forming an 0 to cover you with hot breath, then contracting to an o, changing the sensation, turning the stream to cold. And as I stand over you I watch your body relax and a smile appear on your face – replaced by a sudden look of shock, eyes and mouth wide open, and a wriggle in your hips as if trying to escape, your legs writhing.

I think of extending my tongue, tasting you, fireworks in my mouth as new and wondrous and bright as the first time I ever did so. And I watch your fingers extend and lightly brush the outline of your pussy, making your lips swell.

I think of kissing you there. And I watch your fingers tapping lightly at first, as if walking up and down your opening, and then settling either side, just as my own lips would. And then a third finger begins to explore, dipping into the flushed darkness and emerging glistening, just as my tongue would.

I think of how easily I would find your clitoris, nestling beneath its cover. And I watch your other hand appear, your fingers teasing it out with gentle strokes just as I would do. And then you press firmly, your finger behaving as if it were my tongue.
There is a dampness now, extending across your mound, up the insides of your thighs that were I there, rubbing my face against you, your juice would be smeared over my nose and mouth and cheeks and forehead, and I watch your hands gather the wetness from you and paint it over your flesh, onto your belly. My eyes roam upwards and I follow the gentle curves of your breasts as they lie splayed across your chest, and yes, one hand rises to copy me, swirling over your skin, teasing the hard, sensitive points of your nipples, exploring the softest skin at each side. I think of the noise you would make when at last my thumb would toy with your clitoris and a finger slides inside you and curls to explore that firmer spot just within you, the one that when caressed just so, just like this, would soon take you to the very edge of your control. And I see that you are just as able as I.

I know I would slide one hand beneath you, tipping your hips upward, to gain greater depth, that I would slip a second finger inside you to explore the contours of your cunt. And there you go, my thoughts your actions, and it is as if I can feel your soft, welcoming flesh, so slick now, responding to my touch, pulsing with its own rhythm. Your fingers move inside you just as my cock once would – a firm thrust in, a tensing of my muscles to fill you, a grind to satisfy the urgings from your clitoris, then a slow withdrawal until only the tip of me touched you. Again and again, firmer, faster, until there is sweat and sound and smell enveloping us. And then every fibre of you is drawn into the release and I watch you shuddering, sobbing, gasping. And when the waves have crashed over you and subsided, and the calming has begun, I see you open your eyes and look to where I am standing and I whisper: “My darling, beautiful girl…I am here.”

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