A low moan escapes your lips and I notice that your nipples have stiffened.A low moan escapes your lips and I notice that your nipples have stiffened. Without actually touching them, I move my hands across the space above your breasts. A heat flows from my fingers to your body and you sigh with pleasure. Still staring into your eyes, I caress you, now your ear lobes, now the sensitive skin of your neck, now brushing your lips with my fingers. Your body begins to glow and pulse with a primitive sexual rhythm. You strain against the invisible bonds but are held apparently by my energy. Stroking your purplish nipples brings moans and electric sparks pass from my fingers to your straining breasts. Your pubic hair is moist as your labia swell. Lowering my tongue to your navel, I drink from the well of your body. Moving up, I lower my mouth to yours and drink hungrily, our warm tongues sliding across our lips. My nipples are taut against yours and we cry out as miniature lightning bolts pass between them. Brushing my fingers across your damp pubic hair, I stop for a moment at your distended clitoris, its stimulation sending a bolt of pleasure from your vagina to your breasts. Kneeling in front of you, I stroke your thighs slowly, up to your pubic mound, stroking the swollen labia, never moving my eyes from yours, feeling the desire so strongly that I'm dizzy with the pleasure. My body is enveloped with heat and I begin to moan as I lower my left nipple into your mouth, working it in and out of you. As your suckling becomes more intense, I spread your labia with my fingers and massage your swollen clitoris with my left hand. Imagining that my right forefinger is a penis, I move it in and out of your vagina. Stopping suddenly, you cry out in frustration but I move up and cup both of your breasts in my hands, my thumb and forefingers just holding your nipples. Without touching your genitals, I focus my thoughts at you. "Come", I think. As my sexual energy flows into your body, we lose our separate identities in each other's eyes and I send my thoughts to you. "COME". You begin to shudder and your hips begin to thrust as the energy washes over you. A heat begins at your nipples, where my hands continue their massage, and moves down your tummy to your core. The heat is almost unbearable as a spasm begins, then dies, then begins and takes root. The first wave of pleasure washes over you. |