I see you. Your body is beautiful in all of its feminine glory. Our play has left us flushed, our hearts pounding out the rhythm of our passion. I can’t get enough of you, every curve and valley of your flesh sings to me. My body yearns for your flesh, my hands savoring the textures as they caress you, roaming along the lines of your form.
I can feel your need. I can feel you reaching for release that is just beyond reach. It’s a beautiful sight. I am engrossed in your journey, pouring sensation into you with all the skill I possess, tantalized by the slow boil of your lust.
I hear your breath, shallow but heavy. Your lungs an engine of desire. I feel your hips thrust up, legs tensing as your body strains for climax. Those short breaths start coming with delicious little pauses between them, longer and longer. Your eyes screwed shut tightly as you hover just at the edge.
I also see when your orgasm dances away from you and you collapse, frustrated and disappointed. I see the moment your anxiety and insecurity hit you as you feel shamed for not cumming. I see you struggle, expecting me to be angry or frustrated or too tired to bother with you anymore.