I am overwhelmed by the flood on my senses. Your warmth. Your softness. Your intoxicating scent. Your sweet wetness. How eagerly I need to taste you. I ache for this moment.
It is an expression of how I feel about you that supersedes words or gifts or kissing your lips or holding you. This moment is one of the only languages I know to tell you what is bursting inside of me.
And how this moment will bring your sweetest moans. Your sexiest, most melodious sighs. And the tightening of your muscles as your hips move and crave. That soon your little fingers in my hair will pull and push me to those places that make your legs tremble and your toes curl. That soon your passion will escalate and your gorgeous, primal wildness will shine like the sun. And soon I will hear that call. That call that thrills me: “Fuck me!” or “I want you inside me” or “Cum to me!”
But the best part of this moment, when your panties come off and I nestle between your soft legs and lower my face to your pussy, is how honored I feel. To be received to such an intimate part of you is breathtaking. To be so trusted compels me to adore you, to give you my very best, to live up to your sensual vulnerability. I want to learn more. Learn to conjure the waves of pleasure that I yearn for you. In this moment, more than anything, I want to bring you happiness.
This moment begets other moments. I imagine lying next to you, spent and scarlet, and seeing the way you look at me as you softly caress my skin.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/105tgdt/the_best_part_of_that_moment_mf