I bend and kiss you r lips, stroking your face as my tongue seeks yours.I bend and kiss you r lips, stroking your face as my tongue seeks yours. You seem to understand that I am in charge, that you are not to be the aggressor tonight. You return my kiss, but with a docility that is unusual in you. I like it. I believe I may be developing a taste for control. I kiss down your neck, not the lingering, trailing kisses that are my preference , but deep, random kisses that leave some doubt as to where the next will fall. I choose each spot carefully, deliberately. I want you to understand that you are an important subject, one to be studied with some concentration. As if by accident, I allow my breasts to press against you briefly, moving away after only a few seconds of contact. Then my hands move down from the softness of your cheeks to your chest, to grasp your nipples suddenly. The unexpected firmess of my touch surprises you, and you whimper softly. Was that a protest? Am I hurting you? Oh, no. I know the way to touch you. My lips form a kiss at the base of your throat as my fingers stroke you more tenderly, just my fingertips across the hardened pink points. I trail my tongue down the hollow of your throat and down your chest, and bring my mouth down onto your right nipple first, the less sensitive one. I tease you with my tongue, still touching you with my fingers on your other side, moving one in concert with the other. I flutter the tip with my tongue as I rub you swiftly and lightly with my fingers. Then, an abrupt change as I switch sides. |