Delectable Deviants

The notion when talking, when kissing, of her moving in her chair, pressing her thighs together and knowing she’s getting flustered.

Hardening at the realisation, of eyes and lips and wandering hands over bodies, every increasing, screaming. I’m dying for you to squeeze me over my jeans. But I want to lead.

Taking you to the point where you are breathless from the touch of my lips upon yours and starting to smooth my hands, playful fingertips, the rain dance hail of slight nails up and down your thighs. Control and perfectly strangling the rise of exasperating will. 

Seeing you move and yearn to be touched. Knowing you’re trying to get any purchase on caress against your sex. I know you’re wet. Know your cunt will be as flustered as your cheeks. As willed towards my fingertips as your neck and shoulders are to my caress.

So I move my hand and smooth it over your shorts, sliding gently up and taking from you the gasp that’s been building. The sheer pleasure of finally be touched, that look in your eyes which is both blushing surrender and trying to push down just how naughty you feel.

Until I press on a little deeper, smooth my hand up and down again. Your eyes closed, you pull me closer. Demanding my kiss. Losing yourself to the darkness, shivering from how i’m touching you.

But now your mind goes to me undoing your belt. How my hand would feel over your knickers. The look in my eyes when I can feel just how wet i’ve made your knickers. How soft cotton will curl and swirl against you when my fingertips move over it, over you.

Your mind already wandering to the moment when my hand slips down your knickers. Skin on skin. My tease unbound. Playing with you. Pushing you. Continuing with those kisses upon your lips as my fingertips edge you further. A whispered something in your ear…

“I want to kiss you when you cum for me”

And watching your reaction. you bucking and moving your hips against my motions, guiding me part way where you want me, but part way is my will. Knowing you want to kiss me, want to climax hard against my hand. Mmm.

(via derteenaughtee)