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.