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.