Only beginning

Lying in bed, not daring to be naked, thoughts slipping through your mind, nipples hardening and slight wetness appearing, as you think of his body, his cute ass, his tight muscles, his so firm shoulders, his so firm cock, wondering what it would feel like, how ir would slide inside, opening you, spreading you wider, your thighs rubbing against his, legs clinging, pulling him in deeper, wanting, needing. But no, you mustn’t think. Feel the softness of your nightie as it rubs against your nipples, so sensitive, twitching, aching for fingers, for a warm mouth, a tongue teasing. Your fingers move, reach, pull back, and slip off your top, letting the cool air, blow across your breasts, hoping to ease the pressure building, as your panties become damper, clinging, needing to be pulled away, drawing your mind back to the swelling, to the scent of yourself, imagining the taste on his mouth after he licks, and sucks your clit inward, the pulsing taking you higher and higher, as your body arches, pushing up into that imaginary mouth, soft moans escaping as you hold yourself back. His tongue sliding over your neck, tracing the tendon, upward to your ear, around the back, fingers following, barely touching, as you strain for the faintest sensation, Soft kisses, trace your hairline, the feel of his breath on your brow, eyes closed, as he slowly, so slowly lets his fingers trail down, around your eyes, over your cheeks, toward your mouth, lips slightly open, mouth now following fingers, tracing your upper lip, your mouth opening wider, reaching for the finger, as it moves down over your other lip, wet with your scent, pulling down, as you surrender to the sensations, fists clenching by your side, please, please, more. So gentle, so soft, so arousing, all his attention on you, giving and pleasing, as his tongue slides down your arm, tickling licking over the inside of the elbow, down to the wrist, opening the fists, and sucking each finger in, in turn, slowly, deeply, leaving them slightly damp, tingling, throbbing in time with your clit, once, twice he sucks, then moves across your tummy, tongue tracing his path, as he treats your other hand, each finger receiving, taken, once, twice, your aching nipples and aching clit hardening more. Longing, for that tongue, for more, for teeth to bite, to pull, to squeeze and force your climax, To suck it out of you, no choice, having to surrender, to him, to your needs, to his control.