A firsthand account of what I would do if you were here with me.
From me to you, with love.
If you were here with me, I’d push you down onto the bed and slide myself between your legs. I’d lean in, pressing my body against yours, take your face in my hands, pull you close, and kiss you. Passion, desire, and satisfaction promised from my lips to yours.
I’d push your hair back behind your ear, then kiss my way from your lips, across your cheek, and up to your ear. I’d lightly nibble along it, taking small, gentle nips along its ridges and run my tongue along the entire length of it, letting the tingling sensation ride along my tongue’s every movement.
While I tease and play with your earlobe, my hands would wander. They would roam across your body, taking in the softness of your skin, and the heat of our embrace. My fingers would explore every inch of you, mapping all the mouthwatering curves of your body. I would take note of every moan, every quiver, and treat them like pieces of a puzzle. Every piece gets me closer to knowing what you want. What you desire. And how to get you there. The more I know, the harder you’ll cum.
I’d take in how perfect your breasts feel when I squeeze them. How nice and hard your nipples get when I stroke them. How smooth your legs are when my hand runs up them. How your tight, flat belly rises and falls in tune with your quickening breath. How you unconsciously rub and gyrate your hips against mine. How badly I want to see you cum.
I’d take it all in. Take you all in. Let my blood grow hot as I sink into my primal desires. My thoughts melting into basic animalistic cravings. My mind flooding with all the nasty things I want to do with you. And to you.
My hands would roam until they found their way down past your tight belly, and to the top of your tight-fitting jeans. I’d unbutton them, then slide my hand underneath.
I’d take note of the soft rosy lace of your panties as my hand wandered further down. I’d reach further, and deeper, until I found a little wetness soaking through that rosy lace. I would stop there, press two fingers against your soaking wet panties, then begin to stroke.
Gently at first, letting the motion of my fingers settle in. One stroke after another, I’d guide my fingers up and down the thin fabric pressing against your pussy. My fingers growing slippery as they collect more of your juices with each tantalizing stroke. I’d keep going, fighting my own growing desire to feel your bare pussy on my fingertips. To slide them inside you and feel you from the inside.
With your panties soaked to the bone, and my cravings to feel more become impossible to ignore, I’d give in and push your panties aside and let my fingers stroke your bare wet pussy
I’d take my middle and ring finger and slide up and down the length of your pussy, which was now a drenched mess of your own juices spreading from your inner thigh down to your asshole, and only getting wetter. I stroke your bare pussy a few more times before stopping just outside your tight little pink hole. I rub around it, getting a good measure of how incredibly tight you. I stroke you one more time, stopping at your clit for a teasing rub, before coming back down. I feel your tight little hole again, making sure my middle finger is soaked to the bone, then I slide it inside you.
Your pussy wraps nice and tight around my finger as I slide it in. A moan of pleasure from you only feeds my primal desires. I want to see you cum. I want to make you cum.
I probe you from the inside, rotating and moving my finger around you, noting any quivers, any hip thrusts, and moans. But one finger isn’t enough. I slide my middle finger out, join it with my ring finger, then I slide both inside of you. I can feel your pussy stretch and wrap nice and snug around my two fingers.
My fingers work together playing to the tune of your moans and quivers in search of that special spot. The one place inside you were all your pleasure points meet. The spot that will bring it all together and explode into that blissful moment of ecstasy.
I find it.
Then I start to stroke it. My fingers begin grazing across the soft inside of your soaking wet pussy. Moans of pleasure the sound of your own juices squishing against my palm joining with your own moans of pleasure.
I stop nibbling your ear, and stroke faster. Your moans grow louder and my hand is completely covered in your juices.
I find the perfect stroking pace and keep it. I shut out everything else and focus on that single motion. My hands get slippery, your moans grow louder, and your body tenses and thrusts, but I keep my pace. My fingers begin to tire, but I can tell your close. Your toes are curling. Your hands are grabbing the sheets in a death grip. Your eyes are flittering in pleasure.
Then I finally see what I’ve wanted to see all night long.
You cum. Hard.
Your hips thrust up, your back arches, and you pull hard at the sheets in your hands. Your moaning staggers, and your pussy squeezes around my fingers. I stroke through it for a few more seconds, making sure you experience every blissful moment of it.
Your hips thrust weakly a few more times, your back relaxes, and you release the sheets. Your moans turn into deep, relaxing breaths.
My hand is soaked. The bed is damp. And everything around your pussy, from your inner thigh to the bottom of your ass, is drenched in your own juices. And as I slide my fingers out of you I’m already looking forward to doing it all over again.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/uak4i4/an_intimate_encounter_mf_sensual
Damn that was hot.