I promise you a day on a sun-dappled bed. Or if it is raining, we can spend the day listening
I promise you a day on a sun-dappled bed. Or if it is raining, we can spend the day listening to it fall.I’ll sneak out before you wake, get fresh croissants and coffee … the raspberries have been perfect, and I already have champagne chilled … and I’ll sneak back in, slip up against you as you stretch.There is a spot, just by the point of your right hip, a spot where you see flaws and I see only fascination, tiny wandering pale white rivers in your flesh … It seems as though I haven’t kissed that spot in days. Or maybe weeks. That needs to happen.In fact, I think I need a more comprehensive approach. I think I need to start behind your left ear and lay a soft carpet of careful kisses over every bit of you. I need to rake my teeth along your regal neck, feel your pulse on my lips. I need to place deliberate kisses on your wrist, following the barely submerged woven trail of veins with my tongue. I need to lap at the back of your knees. I need to draw my teeth along the soles of your feet and watch your body twitch. Did you know that my mouth fits perfectly in the well formed by your ankle and achilles? That tendon needs a bite.And I need languor at your vortex. I need to tease. I need to see just how long one tongue pass can last. I need to draw my lips softly along your crevices and hear you purr. Ultimately, I will turn you on your side and spoon you. I’ll slip so easily inside, my hips oscillating gently. I’ll rock you slowly, pretty girl, and allow my hands to travel. Things that need to be caressed will be caressed. Things that need a trail of nails can expect them. As you rise for me, though, I’ll wrap you in my arms tightly, holding you close and immobile, and revel in the way I make you quake.I promise this all to you. This Sunday and a hundred Sundays to come.But now? Now I cannot abide languor, pretty one. Right now I need a blunt assault. I need to work your tiny body like a well-oiled hinge. I need you to strip for me, and to prepare.[Please don’t remove the text from this post. Thank you]EDIT: I’m reliably informed that the picture I chose for this post was of a tumblr couple, identity unknown, and that just won’t do. So, a new picture. -- source link